CHAPTER 2
Angel, Chi, Prada, Coach, Hollister, and Carson's
"I'll tell you later." He said looking down. I tried to think of the best but he was just not making any sense. "Dad do you love mom?" I asked. I needed him to say yes…but my hopes are like haven, the scariest thing of all. I bristled my hair as the garage door opened. Mom was home, and he was busted. "Shoot, Melissa, Caroline's home, what should we do?" my dad asked causing a flinch. I smiled gently at the thought. "Guys, I'm home." Mom said coming in the foyer. Melissa was gone though…I had no clue where she went, but dad was beside me.
It wasn't fair to my mom if I didn't know what went on. "Is that smoke?" she yelled. Shoot, I thought, the pizza! I ran down the stairs, and looked back at my dad who was running the other way. "Mom, dad is…" but before I could finish my dad was coming through the glass doors leading into the kitchen. "Here!" he said bursting out. "You were saying Arianna?" she said smirking at my dad. I didn't know what to do, I was nervous and I started hypervenalating. "Eh, is making us hamburgers." I said rolling my eyes.
"Oh really?" my mom said raising her left eyebrow. I tried to grin back but I only could put pursed lips opinion expression on. I almost looked albino. Then I tried to flush red but I didn't quite work right. "Are you okay?" Dad said hugging my mom. I had to throw up. I rushed to the bathroom and started throwing up. It was not every day you discover a note from my mom, a slut in the hallway upstairs, and a moment like this.
"Aome!" my mom said knocking on the wood of the door. "Mom go away, I need my alone time." I said starting to cry. "What is going on?" Mom said knocking harder. "Ask dad, but hey, he won't give you a straight answer." I said now flushed with red. My cry was silent but it couldn't stop. "What is going on?" Mom asked again. "Dad's cheating on you, I saw him with some honey dew hair girl that looked like a slut!" I said shoving my tears away.
"Honey is this true?" my mom said. "No I swear, I think she might have a concussion!" Dad said nervously. "He said no, dear." My mom said quietly. "Dad…is lying…I don't have no fricken concussion damn mom please hear me out!" I said calmly. The tears had stopped but the strength of my heart was very, very low.
"I trust her…who are you cheating with?" my mom asked a little sad. "Caroline…it's for the family, she said she would give me a job if I gave her what I needed which was…" he said with a frown. My mom flew away crying before the sentence was even gone. I charged out the door and tackled him. "Dad stop lying, I'm glad you told her the truth, but you will never be the dad I love again." I said mad. "Honey, get off of me!" he said pushing me off a bit. I scattered to the floor with a glower on…I wanted to stab him, I was evil, I needed to escape this hell I have.
"Arianna calm down…go upstairs." He said furious, yet crying in a way. "I'm glad you're sending me to Greenville, I don't want to be around you anymore!" I said my eyes glaring at him. "Go to your room!" he said shouting. "I will. And when I'm gone don't let the slut have my room." I said. I ran up the stairs to confront my mom. "Mom where are you?" I said calmly. I heard sobbing in her room. I peaked in and saw my mom laying on her bed half side up and the other half down. "Arianna, please leave me alone for the rest of today." She said briskly. I flew out the door and headed to my room.
I opened the door to see the devil right there. "You!" I said barking at the slut that turned on my dad. "Arianna calm down…you're dad is in love with me and doesn't approve over your mom anymore!" she said sternly. I just wanted to fling her out the window, but I held my patience. "You damn lyre, he hates you, he just wants to get hired." I said flinging myself on her. She tried to pull my hair but I was the one that took control. I shoved her in the corner of my room and flung a glass vase at her. "You never see my dad again!" I said. "What's going on!" my mom said bursting through the door.
"Mom meet the slut." I said gently. My mom gasped and headed the other direction. "You are the devil!" I continued. She had blood dripping from some places the glass of the vase. She was crying and I saw that. "Please, I promise I won't see your dad anymore, but just please leave me alone!" she said begging me putting her hands in cups. "I will, just you can never touch or see my dad again…never!" I said cropping the last word. "Okay." She said depressed. She got up and walked through the door. Her yellow dress was stained with blood. I smiled. I led her down the stairs when my dad saw her. "What happened Melissa?" he asked looking to me from her. "I can't see you anymore." She said with a frown.
"That a girl." I said grinning. She sighed and ran out the door and went around the block to get her car. "What did you do Arianna?" he said frightened. "I will never stand for any behavior like that." I said darkly. "What has gotten into you." My dad said frightened. "Dad, don't forget you're the villain in this story, I was simply protecting mom." I said clearly pointing that out. He frowned. "You are not my queen are you." He said. "Well you're certainly not the king." I said. "Dad I expected way more from you…I guess I just don't anymore!" I said darkly. I noticed then that I was acting very mean.
"What has gotten into you?" he asked sternly. I grinned. "The truth and it smells delightful." I said. "Cut it out, first you tell mom, then you throw up, then you hurt my girlfriend." He said. "Now you admit It!" I said freshly. "Of course. Now your mom hates me, thanks a lot!" he said rolling his eyes. I flinched. I think I was the cause their marriage was going to fall apart and I was going to have that slut for a step mom.
"No dad, it's you who screwed up…I'm glad I'm going to Greenville because this is all too hard to deal with, good luck, facing mom alone, or you can do it with Melissa, but I'm pretty positive she's not coming back." I said with a sarcastic tone. I smiled and headed towards my room to clean up the vase I had shattered. I finally finished sweeping the last of the colorful glass pieces I broke from the vase. I wished that Melissa girl never came up in my life again. She had this weird aurora that it was unsettling being around.
After I cleaned the thousands of pieces of glass I opened up my laptop. I checked my email, today there was a note from Greenville's head master it read:
Dear Students,
Welcome to Greenville away school, if you are reading this letter you are invited to come early tomorrow to speak with me because you scored higher than 89% of the students. Congratulations. The people listed below are invited to all high classes due to their great effort on their tests. Arianna Plataea, Emma Bloomington, Keith Carson, Daren Kelly, Seth Meyer, Opal Smith, and finally Anna Lilly Trivalent, thank you for your dedication to this test. We will supply you with breakfast here tomorrow morning at six o'clock, we will talk and you will head to class at eight. If you need any more info don't hesitate to call me at 1789-872-9010 or email me at .
Your Head master,
Greg Hammiliton
I smiled. I was happy that I could conserve some good news today, not all bad news. I knew I was going to be a higher student. The day we went for testing we all had to say our names. To my surprise the boy behind me Keith Carson was in the higher classes. And as I suspected Emma Bloomington was too. She was the girl next to be with the brown hair. The rest of the names except Seth Meyer who looked like a nerd didn't sound familiar at all. I decided to take advantage of the time I had left of the day to write a journal entry. I opened up my journal and read the first one…okay so it was a little mean, but I knew this one was going to be even worse due to just what happened. I decided to, well, rename us in the journal today because it would be rude to say the real names of what really happened today so here's what I wrote:
Dear Journal entry #2,
Okay so here's the deal, I don't want to share the actual names of the people that had to go through this so I am using fake names. Karen was making pizza... As she went to get her back pack she heard a feminine voice up the stairs, with her dad John. So she went upstairs and saw a girl named Jenny who looked like a big, fat slut. So I told my mom and she didn't believe me at first. Then I told her to believe me and she did. Now she is crying, and my dad is a foolish man. So here are my thoughts on how today, the last day of summer went.
1) Horrible
2) Embarrassing
3) Devilish
4) Anguish
Oh my life would be perfect if I just went to Greenville early as possible. I want to escape this hell and enter haven for myself. I'm not very sure on how tomorrow is going to go, but I hope I find a very informative roommate. We'll see you tomorrow!
You're Friend,
Arianna Plataea
I smiled. This was the smile I had only twice today. First when that devil was lying in my bedroom half dead, and now. This journal I knew was going to help me, or it could, well, destroy me. I hoped hard that night that what just happened was all just a dream soaking in, but my heart said…it wasn't. I closed my computer and took out a book titled "Wuthering Heights" it was my first book we had to read for English at Greenville hopefully I would get the whole book finished tonight, which with my reading skills, was possible. But the hard liverish words were hard for me to concentrate on because tomorrow was going to be a dad I would never forget.
My dream. That night as I slept my dream was horrible and scary. It wasn't colorful or black in white. It was just purple. A rainbow, thick as ever was in the background out the window. Beside me was obviously the guy behind me at the testing day. He wore a solid green tank top showing off his biceps. He had kaki jeans on and a smile with red lips. He was mild tan and had short brown hair, just like before. He smiled a curve up to his higher cheek making his eye crumple. I laughed a laugh I never laughed, that's one reason I thought of this dream as a nightmare.
We were hugging and smiling wide at each other. I wore a yellow skirt and my favorite blue lace spaghetti strap tank. It looked like I wore this for a in love gesture. My lipstick was cold red and I looked vertigo pale. I had a black beauty mark that was drawn from eye liner on the side of my left cheek. I looked very pretty in a way I've never had before. I had lighter hair and in away almost red. But I knew the girl was me because the strict layer of high cheek bone and pursed lips was my expression. Almost like my fairly fairy like trade mark.
I gave in and kissed him. He was a good kisser, and his warm muscular lean body on my felt like the protection I needed. He turned around and a girl who looked like a plastic girl from Began. Instead she was the girl I saw walking in the hallways the very first time I went to Greenville. Except this time her glasses were removed and she had blush and purple lipstick on. He hair went from yellow to a haze darker when she looked at me. I heard the boy growl a cuss. I frowned. What and who was this girl?
They looked like they were about to beat each other up when I kissed him to stop him. I blinked casually in his eyes. He was already giving in and kissing me also with flair. She looked moody and waited until we were on, but the thing was, I didn't want to stop. Finally she tapped me on the shoulder; I looked behind me and saw her, now her hair was flaming bright blonde. And shattered me to the ground. I hissed and my hair turned to a flaming blue and shattered her to the ground.
Keith clapped silently, but I knew inside he wanted to hug me. But it was his sister after all and that would be very rude. I grinned and then I woke from this knight in shining armor dream which I simply hated. I blinked fastly wondering where I was. I flew back down on my bed. It was four in the morning, the reason I had to wake this early because my early acceptance. I heard a knock on my door. My mom came in with a nice shade of blue eye shadow and a light shade of pink lipstick. I could smell her perfume on a mile away. She grinned as I blinked fastly once again.
"Good morning sweetie." She said patting my hair. I disliked her calling me honey but I guess it would do. "Where's dad?" I asked. I smiled remembering the other day. "Will talk about that in the car ride, right now I baked some fresh cookies and some pancakes for my girl starting high school." She said. I flashed a frown hearing my dad wasn't here, but I guess that was how it was going to end up. "Okay, let me take a shower and put some make up on, do we even own makeup?" I asked flattered. My mom never bought make up, she said it was too insecure and it makes you break out. "Well, what ever am I going to do with this?" she said holding out some she said holding out a huge kit of angel make up and cosmetics. "And of course this." She continued holding a bang filled with hair products and a chi straighter. I screamed. "Mom why did you do this?" I asked. "Well, I want to send my daughter to freshman year of Greenville on a high note." She said smiling.
My pulse almost fell out of my skin. Would I look pretty with make-up on? And then I went into the bathroom and literally thought I was dreaming. Prada red heals. A coach purse. A red Hollister dress. And finally three whole outfits from Carson's. Halleluiah! I heard a chorus of angels screaming that word. "Mom, wa?" I asked pointing to it. "Well, dad is going to Florida to think for a while, and so he thought it was necessary to buy you some stuff while he's not here for today. He gave me his second to last pay check to spend it all on you. So I sort of did some shopping.
"Oh my lord, I can't wait to, Ahh!" I said so excited. "The chi and makeup kit is from me though." She said with as much enthusiasm as me. She obviously used the kit, but that was fine. I got to take this all to Greenville and finally be able to show off. "Eh, mom, not to be mean or anything, but can you leave me to dress myself?" I asked. She hesitantly shut the door. That's when the fun began.
I really wanted to copy what I looked like in my dream. I put on the red lace dress. And smiled. I put on the Prada shoes. They were black high heels. I was starting to get to that point in the outfit of my dream last night. I then moved onto my hair. Not only was the chi hair straighter a big surprise, there was almost a hundred hair bristles in there. I straightened my hair and I looked like a new person, my hair was like it almost was in my dream, it looked almost red, but still a light shade of brown.
I moved onto the makeup and that was my favorite department. This may sound nerdy but I've only put on makeup once and it was blush for a dance recital. I first started with the blush, I picked up the vertigo color of the pile, and there it was the pale I had in my dream. Then I started with the eye liner with was pure black. Then my eye shadow which was grey. Then I put a little tan foundation. Then recovered my vertigo paleness with the blush, it then put some blemishing crème which matched it all. It blended very well. Then I put the red lipstick on. And then I outlined it black with the eye liner, and then put the beauty mark.
I then looked at myself and put the coach purse on. I looked just had I did in my dream, beautiful. I brushed my teeth, packed my purse up with school supplies and I was ready to leave.
I walked down every step with a lounge and carefully. My mom I heard sizzling some pan cakes which I was not going to eat in this. As I descended into the kitchen my mom's mouth dropped. I obviously was a new person. She rushed and hugged me, if I didn't know any better I would drop to the floor and start crying, this was the best day of my life. "Honey you look so pretty!" my mom said with a cough. I smiled casually. "Mom, thank you so much!" I said cutting through a whispery tone. She smiled and threw the pancakes away. I ended up making a fruit shake with a straw so I wouldn't spill on my dress.
It was strawberry and banana with some orange juice to spice it up with some liquid. Mom stared at me the whole time without spilling one tear, I think she thought I looked older. She grinned and I grinned it was a pleasant morning when the sun just reached the horizon and turned the sky pink and orange. "Hun it's five we should be on our way." She said looking at her watch. Before she said anything more I grabbed my pink back pack, purse which held the make-up, suitcase which held the cloths, and duffle bag, which held the old cloths. I think I'm ready. I said. Greenville commented on how much they actually do to the students themselves. They give us their own furniture, blankets, pillows, TVs, and basically anything, I was glad about that.
My mom was upstairs getting herself a coat. She said I could go along. I strived to the car when I saw the angels come walking to Began. As they came along I saw some girl's jaws opening. Some boy's whistled and some cute guys smiled. "Greenville girl guys, remember that." The red head girl I saw yesterday. "Yeah, let not forgot I'm the pretty one now." I said smirking. She frowned and hustled on. Then the boy I always liked kindergarten through eighth grade saw me. His jaw dropped slightly, and then he whistled. I blushed. But my vertigo pale blush was holding it in.
"Hey I'm Connor, I didn't see you yesterday." He said. So now they see me that sucked. "No, I go to Greenville." I said raising my shoulders. "Oh, okay then, do you want my…" he said but he got interrupted. "Hi, I'm Stacey Care" a girl that looked almost like my old appearance said. "Oh, this is Stacey my girlfriend." He said smiling. "You've approved since yesterday and lookie look Prada shoes and a coach purse and if I'm not wrong angel make-up?" she said in question form. If I'm not going crazy or anything why don't you go to Began?" she asked. I smiled. "Because, I can't afford it, but hey, with the money I was going to use to go to Began got spended on my appearance and I don't regret it." I said. She huffed and moved along.
"Nice, you know, Greenville would have been fun to go to, but my parents have, too much money." He said quietly. I laughed. "Do you know my name?" I asked him. His left eye brow raised. "Did you say it?" he asked. I giggled and let out. "I've been to your school since kindergarten not once did you notice me until now." I said. He looked confused. "Oh forget it." I mumbled. "Shoo fly don't bother me!" I said. He moved away. He ran up to Stacey and kissed her. "Cheater." I said.
That was before I started my life at Greenville Academy.