The start

The start about the devil daughter, amy starting high school with humans or regualr people.

 There was no sun, but there was a steaming hot breeze drifting through the air. I was layed out across my bed staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. The walls were a lavender color. Thinking about it i realized my room smell of freash flowers. We dont have flowers, grass, trees or wild life down her in Hell. Yes, i did mean Hell. I'm the devil's daughter, Amy. Noone beside the people in Hell knows The devil has a daughter. A 15 turning 16 year old girl.

    I look more like my mom then my dad, My dad has Bright red eyes and does not have a tail or horns. He looks like everyone else besides he has fangs. Yes, fangs like a vampire. The only thing is my dad not lame like vampires are and he dosent drink blood.  My mom, Izzy Mongual has the most prettest eyes i ever seen. They are a lime green, no one i ever seen has those color eyes. Her hair is a light brown and very long. Unlike mine, my hair brown as well but short and messy most of the time. My eyes are a green but not lime green.

     "Sweet cakes, get up." someone said.

  My mom was standing outside my room with a bag of chips in her manicure hands. Her hair was in a bun and she was wearing a purple sweat suit. It fitted her really well.

    "Hi mom, i'm up now, thanks." I said blowing her a kiss.

I slide off my slik purple sheets, My pjs bottoms covered over my feet.

    "I think i i got smaller." I laughed.

    " Get ready before you're late for school." My mom yelled from the hallway.

 I took a cold shower since i'm in non ending heat 24/7. Then put on a new outfit my mom brought me last week. A plaid skirt with a red shirt covered in glitter.

    "My hair is a mess."  I whispered out loud.

    After i finshed getting ready i went to see the one and only, the devil, my dad.

  He is always in his office. Everything in his office was wood. The bookcase to his desk, the floor and windows. The walls and his chair.

    "What up little bop." He said from behind his computer. His eyes locked on mine. You be scared to look into his eyes. I'm dont have a problem looking into his eyes, i'm used to them and i wished i has his eyes. Well,when i was little i did. Now i want to be normal, to be a regular teenage girl. Unforunatley I will never be normal.

   

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems. What could i do to make it better?