Prom is tomorrow and I have a giant red, cat-eye slotted eye staring back at me in the center of my forehead.

You know, it’s not like I asked to be prom queen or anything, but this? Now I’m not even going to be able to walk through the doors.

I like at it, hoping it’s just a figment of my imagination, but when I feel the slightly stinging pain, coupled by some tears—oh my god are those, is that blood?—I grip the edge of my bathroom vanity and simply scream.

A pounding comes on the other side of the door, and I grab the closest thing to me and hurl it in response. “Go away!”

“Hurry up Kristin!” My sister shouts back, kicking the door for good measure. “I need to piss!”

I roll my eyes. She’s at that age where using as many expletives as possible make her feel. It really just makes her sound like a tiny criminal.

“Don’t worry,” says the eye in the middle of my forehead, “she’ll grow out of it, just like you did.”

I stare at the thing, which is weird and hard to do because it’s both staring back and staring at itself.

“You can talk?” I hiss, leaning closer to the mirror, as if it can hear me better that way.

“Of course I can,” it says, full of assurance. “I’m the devil, it’d be ridiculous if I couldn’t talk.”

“Well what the hell is the devil doing in the middle of my forehead?” I ask, somewhat petulantly. I’m sounding a lot more like my sister than I want to, but what the hell, I’m not in the mood to play polite with the king of hell right now. “Don’t you have something better to do? I have prom tonight. Scram!”

If possible he seems to look at me like I’M the asshole. “Why do you think I’m here? Where else is the devil supposed to cause mayhem and destruction? Your prom is, well, like out prom.”

I pound my fists into the counter repeatedly and groan in annoyance. Seriously, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!