I'm gonna let you know something, I absolutely hate Damien, like, you can't even find a word strong enough for it.

Anyway, I'm Lucifer, not the devil, just Lucifer. I'm thirteen, well, almost.

I am going to hate seeing Damien this year, but, you know, I can't really do anything about that.

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I wish I was popular, like. . .like. . .like Damien.

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"Damien"

I wish I could be unpopular, like. . .Lucifer.

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I wake up, but instead of waking up to Mom hovering over me, telling me I need to get up, I see. . .Damien's Mom!

I can't believe this! Damien's mom is hovering over me right now!

"Damien. Get up, now!" she says to me.

"W-wait, what? This must be a misunderstanding! I'm not Damien! I'm Lucifer!" I say, scrabbling to my feet.

"Damien, you really think I'm gonna fall for that?" she says, pulling me by the wrist.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To the kitchen so you can eat, so you can go to school."

I lock my knees. "There is no way I'm going to school like this!"

"Yes, you are young man."

"You're not my mom!" I yell at her.

She whips around. "Watch your mouth young man!"

I feel like I just got kidnapped.

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She sends me to school, I run into my old self, which I follow the entire day, which may seem weird to my classmates, but I really need to get back to my old self.