Asmodeus "Addy" Lycin MacMirrin's Story

"I've filled out stuff like this before, if you need help with what something is asking for. Your parents probably know a lot of this stuff if you ask them for it." Alex told her. Normal parents would probably know. Mine would be angry about the excessive use of paper. She thought with a sigh.

"My parents aren't exactly fans of traditional schooling or traditional anything." She said with an uneasy laugh. Alayna didn't even have a way to contact her parents if she wanted to. Before they had told her that they were sending her to Boarding School, they had been busy planning a trip Brazil for "work." Honestly, she didn't have a clue what they were doing, but the last time she had gone with them out of country they had gotten arrested. It wouldn't surprise her if they were already spending the night in a holding cell somewhere. If nothing else, at least they weren't constantly getting into trouble for drugs.

Alayna continued to fill out the paperwork, and after a few more minutes she had finally finished it to the best of her ability. She was just about to turn it in at the receptionist desk when three boys made their entrances, each one a little more surprising than the last and not at all as low key as the girls had been. One didn't appear to speak English, another didn't speak at all...and one was already screaming profanities. If she were honest, the screaming one was the one that didn't surprise her. Her entire life she had been around people yelling and screaming, people who were angry in general. The quiet ones were unsettling, despite her being a rather quiet individual herself.

"DICKS! Both of you! Giant over inflated dicks!" The boy yelled.

She had noticed the officers had treated him rather roughly and it concerned her. The violence had seemed more than a little unnecessary. He couldn't have been much older than she was.

"Are you okay?" Alayna asked him, holding the clipboard closely to her chest and her face holding an expression of genuine worry. It was her opinion, that children and teens should be treated with care and respect. Not thrown and tossed around like a bag of garbage. Another lesson from her parents, even if they had a skewed view of what safe for someone her age was. Taking her to large scale demonstrations and protests all over the world, in strange places, probably wasn't the best idea...especially when she didn't enjoy them to begin with. She couldn't complain too much though. She had seen more of the world than most adults.

"That was...intense, to say the least." She tacked on. The fact that he had come in in handcuffs didn't particularly bother her, though she was curious. She hadn't met many real criminals and figured that whatever he had done, couldn't be that bad if they were just going to throw him in some boarding school. It wasn't like this was a place for dangerous career criminals.

Alex was starting to gather her bags from where she'd left them, when she heard someone come up next to her. Looking over from where she was attempting to dig the lanyard she'd brought out of her backpack, she found the shy boy who had been with the woman talking about therapy earlier making a an attempt at a greeting, though he seemed extremely nervous about it. Poor guy couldn't even look at her as he spoke.

Gently, she took his hand in a soft shake. "Uh, hey," she replied awkwardly. "I'm Alexis, but call me Alex. Asmodeus is pretty long, is there something shorter I can call you?" Managing a small smile, she glanced back at her bag and noticed the lanyard she'd been searching for, quickly grabbing it out and using it as an excuse to fiddle with something as she tried to hook the key onto the loop of it. Behind Asmodeus, she had noticed the woman glancing their way as if to make sure he was behaving.

"She's pretty pushy, huh?" Alex muttered. "At least she'll be gone soon and you can do your own thing. I hate it when my parents make me talk to people..." Then again, when she was forced to talk to people, it was at fancy company dinners with adults she didn't know and often found kind of creepy. Not to mention she had to be super formal and present as someone she wasn't. When it came to making friends, her parents would probably rather she didn't make any at all. Or that's what it often seemed like.

A black Cadillac pulled up to the entrance to Dimme. An old man in a suite exited, circled around the car, and opened the passenger side. "Master Jake, we have arrived, he said stepping away from the door way, and bathing the dark clothed boy inside, in sun light.

Jake scooted further into the shadows of the car, away from the light. The old butler bent down and softly pulled the headphones off of Jakes head, "Jacob. Your parents are doing this for your good". Jake slowly turned his head, but his remained lowered. The butler sighed, "Come on. I will get your bags", he said straightening back up, and moving to the trunk. Jake slowly stepped out of the passenger seat, and stood up; pulling a backpack up and around his shoulders. The butler moved to his side, two suitcases in his hands, "Lets get you registered, eh?". Jake nodded, looking up at the school that would be his new home.

The butler entered first, and held the door open for Jake. He handed the suitcases to Jake, who took them, while the butler introduced himself and Jake to the receptionist, who gave him paperwork to fill out. Searching the room, he sighed, no dark corners. Sitting down in a seat, and waiting patiently, he closed his eyes, and let the world melt away. It felt like forever till he felt a hand on his shoulders. He opened his eyes. His butler was smiling warmly at him. Jake slowly pulled his head phones off his ears. The butler bowed, "Master Jake, this is where we part ways im afraid. I will see you in four years time", he said, turned and began to walk out the door.

Jake felt his eyes begin to burn, "Wait!". The butler turned around just in time to catch Jake. Jake felt his hair being ruffled, he buried his face deeper as he felt his eyes water up, "I don't...I don't want you to go", he said, he voice already becoming hoarse. "Master Jake, I have to go. I cannot stay here with you. This is something you must do alone. I must go now master Jake. Goodbye". Jake watched him enter the car and drive away. He breathed in deeply, wiping away tears, Alone again.

"Jacob Stilleman?", the receptionist asked. Jake walked up to the desk, and nodded. "Okay good. Your room is 221. Just follow that hallway there", she said. Jake nodded, and grabbed his bags. He started down the hallway to his room but suddenly stopped.People! What are they doing? Talking. I wonder what their talking about, he thought spotting a brown haired boy, and girl in front of him.

Jake stood still, watching the boy and the girl. Of course from a respectful distance, its not like he wanted to disturb them. When the girl looked over in his direction, he quickly looked away. She looked at me! What do I do? Should I say hi? Should I keep walking? Why do is it so hard to know what to do., Jake thought, his gaze turning to the floor. He heard the door to the school open, and the Klink of metal on the floor. Slowly raising his gaze, he saw a girl on crutches enter the building. How did that happen?, he thought, before hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead, You idiot. Don't ask those kinds of questions. Still, she does look interesting., he continued to drift until the new girl walked past him, wrenching him from his random thoughts. She had smiled at him. A small blush slowly grew across Jakes stoic face. What the?! I don't know her! Why would she smile at me? I didn't do anything did I? No, nothing. Why then?! Does that mean something? I should go. What was my room number again? 221, okay, okay. Calm down. Just walk., he thought, and slowly continued to his room, setting the backpack he had a little higher on his shoulders. It didn't help that the boy and girl he had been watching before were still in the hall, or that the girl who had smiled at him came back down the hall in front of him. Jake looked away as he passed her, hoping she wouldn't notice the small blush that had heated up his cheeks.

Olivia was distracted by another boy that approached them. "Fight? But we're not... fighting... OH MY GOD, am I being aggressive!?" She looked at Jake. " I'm sorry, but I really mean the hungry part, I tend to act rude and not realize it, I'm really really sorry!" She then looked over at the new boy. "I'm Olivia, and I'm really sorry for causing a scene, but its really my first time meeting completely new people while simultaneously running on empty. Aren't you hungry?"

She turned to face him, but not before telling Jake, "Don't leave yet, please?" She smiled at the new boy. "So what's your name? We're going to be here for like a third of our life, so might as well have names with faces. Or faces with names. I think the latter is the right one." She thought about it. "I...think that's right..."

Jake swallowed, Im trapped. I don't want to be in this, he thought, his eyes flicking between Olivia, and the boy. He thought we were fighting? Wow. I should get away before I actually get pulled into a conversation. Maybe they wont notice me though. In that case, I should probably find my room. Slowly, Jake inched away, hoping Olivia was too preocupied with the new guy to notice his departure.