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The insistent beeping breached the foggy wall in Heavenly's mind. Groaning with irritation, she shoved her head under her pillow and blindly slammed her hand down on her bedside table, finding the alarm clock after a few hits and slammed the snooze button down after the fourth one. Her late night hung on her muscles, making them feel heavy and lethargic. Drifting slowly back to sleep, Heavenly was unaware of her door being opened.
"Lee?" Her bed dipped at her waist, waking her up a little. A heavy hand rested on her back. "Time to get up, honey, your mother is trying to make breakfast." Heavenly groaned and turned over, her usual flawless locks resembling a poorly made crow's nest. Mikhail struggled not to smile at the sleepy picture she made.
"Is it morning already?" she said thickly, her bleary eyes taking in the dull light of dawn fighting through the clouds. The blue quilt slid to her waist as she twisted to sit up, revealing a black sleeping tank. The previous night had been hard on the two of them. Heavenly, for the first time, had argued against her father, not agreeing that her duty involved her spying on people.
"Yeah, my sweet, its morning." He paused for a moment, seemingly to struggle with words. "I know that you don't want to be here and I understand your arguments…"
"So we are going back to Romania? You're sending a hunter here in our place?" she asked eagerly, cutting off his words. He shook his head, watching as she sunk in disappointment.
"A Hunter doesn't understand true diplomacy. This is something that requires finesse and bravery."
"Bravery?" she snorted in derision. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It shows them that we are not trying to kill them without true understanding. The fact that I came all this way shows that I'm here to negotiate rather than jump straight into violence. And because I brought my family with me, it gives them the knowledge that I want to keep my family safe and have a level playing field." Heavenly stared at her father, incredulous.
"You know, your nobility is going to be the death of you and us one day," she said bluntly, beginning to brush her fingers through her hair. A particular hard tug caused her to wince. Mikhail grabbed her hair brush and turned her around so he could get to her hair. The long smooth rhythmic strokes calmed her down slightly. She missed having her father brush her hair. The last time they did it was the night before they left to come to America.
Feel better, my little one? Mikhail asked in her mind.
Yeah, Adah (father), thank you.
With sure fingers, he pulled her hair in a long braid, his years of practice with her mother and her coming to play. With a grateful smile to her father, Heavenly got out of bed and walked over to her cupboard, unaware that white and blue checked pyjama pants where slightly twisted. Mikhail smiled slightly before walking to the door. "Your mother expects you down soon; hopefully her breakfast isn't too bad." Heavenly smiled, slightly dreading her meal.
"I'll be down as soon as I get dressed." He nodded and shut the door behind him. She turned her attention back to her clothes, unconsciously straightening her pants. Pulling out a pair of low rise jeans and a bohemian style white beaded blouse, she got changed quickly, forgoing her usual shower in the morning. Putting on a soft brown leather belt, Heavenly realised that her top wasn't quite long enough to reach the top of the jeans.
Heavenly, breakfast is ready; her mother spoke in her mind.
She sighed and looked down at her top again. Well there was no real time to change it. Pulling on her converse, she walked down quickly, snagging her messenger bag as she bounded out her door. As she walked into the kitchen, tendrils of smoke drifted through her nose.
"Erg, I hope that isn't breakfast," Heavenly commented, staring at the plate of charred food with disgust. "You'd think that with superhuman senses, you'd be able to know when the food's burning."
Her mother, Raven, gave her a dirty look.
"Some would be grateful just to have food in their stomachs," Raven said placing the burned pancakes in front of her.
"Some would prefer that their food wouldn't kill them," Heavenly shot back, looking at the pancakes before pushing it away from her. Heavenly wasn't about to punish herself for her mother's lack of cooking skills. Picking her bag up from the floor, she put it on and walked over to the cabinets. She opened them up and grabbed the first thing that looked good to her. Poptarts with strawberry filling with white icing and sprinkles on the top.
"You need to eat something good for you," Raven said looking on in disgust as Heavenly opened a package of something and started to eat whatever it was. "You won't have much brain power if you don't,"
"I don't have time. I've got to catch the bus," Heavenly told her with a roll of her eyes before heading to the door and to where the bus was supposed to be.
"Next time wear appropriate clothing," Raven called as the front door closed. She was well aware that her youngest was rolling her eyes at her.
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Heavenly walked on the bus, irritated by the disagreement that she had with her mother. Holding tightly onto the antique poetry hardcover that her father lent her for the day, she tried to ignore the not so disguised looks that she received on the bus. A bleach blonde guy that looked as if he had a personality of a rock, sneered after her. "Well I've never seen such a Heavenly body before. Why don't you let me unwrap the gift?"
She sucked in a breath, shocked. Back in Romania, every boy was respectful to women and never made such comments. "How dare you?" she said, affronted.
"Come on baby face," he said leering after her. "We can have a bunch of fun before we even get to the school grounds,"
Tears began to prickle as she struggled to find a way to deal with him. Instead she headed up to the front of the bus, avoiding everyone. With the argument that she had with her Father about Duty the previous night, the ruined breakfast this morning and the crude sayings of the blonde guy, she knew that she was going to have a rotten day.
"Come on baby, come back!"
Heavenly held up her chin and sat behind the driver, knowing that she was sitting with all of the younger kids, ruining her social standing.
A sparkling red head and a bleach blonde girl were sitting in front of the blonde boy, laughing at Heavenly's expense. Hands clenching the book, she tried her hardest to avoid damaging the priceless poetry. She knew that her father wouldn't mind, but she always looked after things, it was almost compulsive.
"Rachel, did you see that shirt she was wearing?" the blonde one snorted a laugh talking to her redheaded friend.
"You would think she was some kind of hippy," she said. "Look at where she's sitting,"
"With the freshmen, its suits her," the blonde laughed.
"No one talked to her at all, besides Alice, but she's kinda like strange as well,"
"Even Alice wouldn't wear that junk!" The blonde stated with a giggle.
"Cole talked to her just now, but he'd talk to anyone if there was a slim chance that he could sleep with them." The red head said and they both starting laughing all over again.
Heavenly sighed, moodily kicking her shoes against the pole next to her. This was not how she wanted her day to go. And she still had more than ten minutes before they made it to the school. She hoped Alice would be there. Everyone steered clear of the slightly insane girl and she prayed, by association, it would turn out the same with her. The obnoxious snickers and sneering comments echoed in her head as the bus continued on its route. Loneliness swelled up her throat, choking the breath out of it. The thoughts of her friends, the fellow Carpathians that she loved and looked up to threatened to overwhelm her. She sucked in deep silent breaths as the bus pulled into the school.
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