The Doors of Perception
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
Aldous Huxley
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Anyone could have thought that walking under a rainbow's light, at 6:45 a.m. no less, would have been warranty enough of a good day ahead. What people forgot was that for rainbows to exist, rain was a must.
Bella squinted at the multicolored arc, resenting its deception of cheerful possibilities as she felt the pressure of gray, pregnant clouds in her future. For she knew they would come and unleash their cold water on her life.
She basked in her self-centered inner drama while she headed to school.
A new school.
Where she didn't know anybody.
It wasn't even the first day of school.
She was tempted to stomp her feet like a toddler at the injustice.
Only her parents, who clearly hated her, could have done such a thing to her.
It wasn't that she didn't appreciate that her father's new job came with more money. Her new assortment of acquisitions was almost enough to make up for everything else; and her mom was finally getting the house of her dreams—which God knew the woman deserved to have.
But why did she have to change schools in the middle of her senior year?
In her nightstand drawer, in her new bedroom, there was a black and silver box filled with carefully arranged letters and cards and other goodbye-we'll-miss-your-awesomeness memorabilia that she had taken out to cry over for the past week.
Bella was recalling a particularly scorching card that Brandon Meyers had given her the night before she left what had been her home for her entire life, when a red sleek Audi sped by her, drenching the blouse of the ridiculous new school uniform in icy, murky water.
When she had pondered about clouds unleashing cold water in her life, she had not anticipated Fate being quite so expedite and literal.
Standing motionless for a few moments, and battling the tears that promised smeared mascara and further humiliation, she summoned and made use of whatever frail self-assurance she still had left and when she had successfully submitted enough of her misery, Bella continue forward.
The new school loomed ahead of her, crowned in steel-like clouds, as she advanced up the curling street, leaving the fading rainbow behind.
A/N
This first part of the story will update quickly, the second part will post as it's written.