My name is Naomi Marly. I am a devil and my 2 best friends are angels. I have a notepad that has a mystical mind of its own. You shouldn't remember, but I almost killed the whole world. It all started with this girl named Lydia Whiterose...
Chapter 1: The intoduction
I come from a very messed up family. Sadly, Lydia knows that. My dad is in jail for selling and abusing drugs while my mom is a hoarder and alcoholic. Lydia only knows about my crap because she and I used to be friends. We sat beside each other in grade 1 and were friends ever since. Technically, she ditched me in grade 5. After she did that, a new girl came to school. Her name is Michelle. Her family immigrated from China. She saw me sitting alone and came over to say "Hi." Then another girl who hadn't given me a second glance since I started to hang out with Lydia, came over to talk to us. Her name is Hannah. She explained that she never meant to be mean to me, but hated Lydia. And still does, too. After that, we started to hang out more. We helped Michelle improve her english, and hung out at her family's resturant all the time. Now, in grade 10, Michelle speaks fluent english and we go to the mall all the time and everything. Hannah and I are 16 while Michelle's birthday trails along at the end of the year. They are my best friends and know all about my messed up family. "Naomi, do you like these shoes?" Hannah asked. Yeah, they're cute." I replied half-minded. All of the sudden, Michelle came in, fuming. "I hate Lydia! She 'accidently' shredded my project on Mind Matter! She is such a cheater! All because she knows that I'm smarter than her and she knew my project would beat her's on 'Can you really see?' Stupid blind people! Not that I have anything against blind people. But I wish I was blind so I would have to see Lydia's stupid fugly face covered in cover-up!" Michelle spat. "Careful what you say around a devil..." I singsonged. "'Cause you might get it..." I warned. I twirled my finger around while I spoke. Michelle took a few steps back. "Guys? Want to get a bite to eat?" Hannah interupted. "I could eat," I replied. "Sure," Michelle said. We went to McDonald's and I got some fries and a large soft drink. When we sat down, guess who just walked on by? Lydia! She scowled at us as she walked by. Lydia is really mean, but we aren't exactly innocent either. One day, we caught her smoking behind the gym with some other girls. I snapped a picture and taped it to everyone's locker. Ever since, she's had it out for us. She thought she would try to embarrass me by saying that I smoked, but everyone already knew that. I'm a troubled kid! But there is a reason behind my smoking. I know I'm young, and you'll know why I smoke when I explain it. My dad was a drug addict and my mom is an alcoholic, so I learned to smoke cigarettes and drink acoholic drinks at an early age. I've only got drunk once, at new year's. I was 8. I would never tell them why I actually started. I couldn't let them let them feel bad for me more than they already do. They think I started because I felt like it. Every time I light a cigarette, they beg me to quit. My response is that I will quit on my terms and when I'm ready. "Hey, Naomi, want to go to Wolf and buy some clothes?" Hannah asked. "Sure. I could use a new hoodie," I replied. When we got to the store, I immediately went to the bathroom. Once inside a stall, I morph into an 19 year-old. I get taller, look older, and get a driver's license. I picked up a red hoodie with very slim horizontal white lines and the inside lining is blue. It was awesome! It was also on sale for $8.67. The reason why I made my self look older is because: When I walked into the check out line I picked up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Um, may I please see a form of ID?" The lady at the check out line asked. "Sure," I replied handing her "my" driver's license. "Okay," She said. "Your total is $13.78. Thank you, please come again!" She gave me my "license" back and Michelle, Hannah, and I all left. Once we stepped out of the store, I immediately turned normal. When we left the mall, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Michelle and Hannah looked at me in disbelief and disappointment. "I need to right now. Would you rather your parents catch me smoking outside your resturant and then end up finding out about my parents and then that I am part devil?" I flicked some ashes. "I guess better now than later. I honestly would rather her be smoking now than get angry and stuff or smoke outside my resturant later," Michelle said. "Fine. Just hurry," Hannah said looking away. "I don't see what the big deal is! You guys see other people outside smoking but get all worked up when it's me!" I spat. "Well they aren't you! And they are of age!" Michelle rebuttled. "Yeah. You should just quit. It would be a lot easier for us to not worry about our 16 year-old smoker best friend!" Hannah snapped. "I'll quit when I'm ready!" I realized my voice was rising. They looked upset. And the whole time we were arguing, they were looking at the cigarette. I dropped it and stepped on it. "Let's go," I said coldly. "Naomi? Are you okay?" Hannah asked. "Yeah. I'm fine," I replied, pushing my blond bangs out of my face. "Really? Tell us what's really going on," Michelle pressed. "It's just that you guys have treated me different since you found out 'my filthy habbit' and when we were arguing, you weren't looking in my eyes. At my 'cancer stick,'" I said looking at the ground. Michelle's mom's car pulled into the parking lot. "My parents are here, let's stop fighting and settle this later," Michelle whispered. "Hi Hannah! Hi Naomi!" Michelle's mom said nicely, with a wide smile across her face. "Hi, mom!" Michelle said, getting into the front seat of the car. "Hi Mrs.Lee!" I said. "Yeah, hey Mrs.Lee!" Hannah mimed. I like Mrs.Lee, she is very nice. Don't get me wrong, I like Hannah's parents, too. When we got to the resturant, we went into the office and started to talk. "Okay, Naomi, the reason why we hate it when you," she looked over her shoulder, "smoke, is because you could get sick and even die!" Michelle exclaimed. "I'm a devil, I live forever! Smoke-free or not!" I replied. "You are 16! You have to make the store clerk think your 19 in order to buy them!" Hannah said before Michelle could talk. They just don't understand, I thought. "Never mind that. How about Lydia?" Michelle said, trying to change the subject. I hate when she does that, but I dare not argue. "Lydia is pretty bad. I mean, she rubs lipstick on her forehead to decide which colour to wear! A couple of days ago, on my way to class, she tripped me in front of...Jason," Hannah said dreamily. Jason Ryles is this really cute guy that every girl likes. Happily, for me, he is half devil, too. I've seen him wearing the devil pendant. I have one, too. "Ouch," Michelle interupted my thoughts. "That sucks..." I trailed off. I walked out of the office to get a drink. I went to the soft drink fountain and got myself a coke. I took a sip as I turned around, and I saw Jason Ryles walk into the resturant. I spit out my coke and he walked over to me. I wiped my chin before he could see the coke running down my face. "Hey-where did get that necklace, Naomi?" Jason asked. I guess I don't look like a devil. Jason has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes. I, on the other hand, have blond hair, tanned skin, and green eyes. Not very devil like I guess. "Wingnut MacKnucklehead," I replied. "Oh. Good. Your a devil," Jason breathed. "Half," I corrected. "I'm only half devil." He looked at the ground. I looked him over I thought I saw something in his shirt pocket. I reached in and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He looked embarrassed and snatched them back. "You smoke?" I asked with a smile, slightly amused. "Ssshhhh! My family doesn't know! And what's the big deal? You do! And besides, devils are bad," He snapped. "I know I do. And there is no big deal. I don't care!" I replied. Jason did his "famous" half smile, and left. His mom was calling him. They looked a lot alike! I grabbed my coke and went back into the office. I sunk into a chair and stared at the ceiling, dreamily. I was still infatuated from Jason. Hannah and Michelle looked confused. "What happened, Naomi?" Michelle was the first to ask. "Guess who is eating here, right now!" I exclaimed, still dazed. "Shut up!" Hannah screamed. We all squealed. "Jason and his mom and little sister are eating here! Table 7!" I said. We all got up and realized that Michelle's resturant was short staffed and were waiting for waiters. We put on an apron walked over to their table. "Hi, l'm Michelle, this is Hannah and, you should know her, Naomi. Would you like to use the buffet or would you like some menus?" Michelle said fluently, like she'd said it, like, 1 billion times. "Menus, and could we get some drinks please?" Jason's mother answered. "Sure. What can we get you?'' I answered. "Coke...pepsi...and apple juice, please," His mom answered again. The apple juice was for his sister, who, by the way, looked exactly like Jason only with long hair in a french braid. Wow, a family of devils. Not something you'd see every day. "We will be right back with your drinks and hopefully you would have made your decision for your dinner," Michelle said, leading us away. After we set the drinks down, we put straws in front of them. "Have you decided on your meal, yet?" Hannah asked. "Yes, we have. I'll have won-ton soup, please. Jason will have pork-rice with oyster sauce and eggrolls, Jana will have the vegetable rice with soy sauce and french fries," Jason's mom concluded. Our eyes fell on the notepad in Michelle's hand that had the entire order on it. Impressive. We left and went into the kitchen and gave the list to Michelle's dad. He happens to be the head chef. "You took an order?" He asked, looking surprised. "Yes. He is a school friend," Michelle said. "Okay, well you can keep any tips and we'll talk about pay later and-wait a minute...did you say 'he?'" Michelle's father asked. He was doing that protective dad thing that I wished would happen to me. Or have a dad embarrass me infront of a guy. But, that will never happen... "Yes, I did and he and his family are waiting," Michelle singsonged. Her dad kissed her on the forehead, said something in chinese, Michelle laughed, and he went to the back of the kitchen. I went into the office and sat in a chair. I started to struggle with my purse because my wallet was sticking out. I opened the zipper more and everything fell out. I was picking everything up and I came across my cigarettes and my lighter, which had fallen out of the pack, so I put them on top of the laptop on the coffee table. I bent down to pick up the rest of my stuff. I didn't hear the door open but, Michelle's mom had come into the office to get the laptop but, her face drained when she saw the cigarettes and lighter. I sat back up and Mrs.Lee left. I heard the door shut, but I didn't see any body. I shrugged, and put my stuff back inside my purse. The door opened and it was Michelle. "The order is ready! Hurry!" I got up and walked out the door. I walked by the pick-up center and got the won-ton soup. As I walked by, Mrs.Lee was whispering in chinese to Mr.Lee and pointed to me, but I pretended not to notice. I smiled and put the won-ton soup in front of Mrs.Ryles. "We will be back later for any more orders. See you later Jason," I said with my face blushing and my voice shaking. "Michelle! Come here, now!" Michelle's mom snapped. Her face was red, and twisted into anger and worry. It started to get stuffy in the resturant, so I took my purse, and started to the exit. Mrs.Lee's eyes popped out of her head and pushed Mr.Lee over to me. "NO! No, no, no, Naomi. Stay inside, it's...warmer! And you don't want to get sick. I'll get you some eggrolls and won-ton soup! I know they are your favourite! But you have to stay inside," Mr.Lee stuttered. "Okay..." I said slowly and startled. And confused. I looked at Hannah who just shrugged. Mrs.Lee left to go to the kitchen and Michelle walked over to me. She had a serious look on her face and did a slight nod of the head towards the office. I got the hint and walked over. Hannah dropped her tray and sprinted over to the office. Hannah shut the door and locked it. "Michelle, what's wrong?" Hannah asked, with her face flushed and full of worry. "Naomi, my mom saw your smokes! She told my dad, and they didn't leave their's in there. They think you are smoking!" Michelle freaked on us. "Let's remain calm, okay? Is that why your dad wouldn't let me outside?" I asked. "Yes." "What did your parents want?" Hannah asked. "They asked me straight up if I knew if you smoked," Michelle answered. We were all getting worried now. "That means they could get to the bottom and find out Naomi is a devil!" Hannah whispered. "Let's just go back out there and pretend like we don't know what's going on, okay?" I said trying to remain calm. Hannah unlocked the door and we walked over to Jason's table. Everyone was finished eating. I picked up the dishes and walked over to the kitchen to get them washed while Michelle and Hannah stayed and chatted. I walked into the kitchen and immediately, Mrs.Lee's head popped up from behind the dish washer. She was sweeping. I dumped the leftovers in the garbage disposal and I put the dishes in the dish washer. I saw Mr.Lee and he looked and me and walked over with tuperware containers. "No, thank you. I only want the eggrolls. It's hot out. Which reminds me...why did you say that it was cold out?" I asked, trying my best not to sound suspicious. "I thought it was...um...er-do you need a ride home later?" He tried to cover up. "No thank you-I can walk home," I said taking the eggrolls. "No, no it is a long way home, I should drive you. I will not change my mind," He insisted. "Well, if you insist. Thanks for the eggrolls!" I left the kitchen. "Michelle. Your dad wants to drive me home. Can you please come with!" I begged. I've always hated being in a vehicle with someone's parents without my friends. It's always so awkward! "Sure," She laughed. "Could your dad drive me home, Michelle?" Hannah piped up. "Of course I can. Hop in the car," Mr.Lee said coming out of the kitchen, towards us. He winked at Hannah and we all laughed. Michelle took her usual seat in the front and Hannah and I took our usual seat in the back. We sat on opposite sides than usual. We like to mix it up, some times. When we got to my stop, I cringed. I didn't want to see the look on Mr.Lee's face when he saw my house. The yard was full of crap, both garbage and actual crap, cigarette butts, and possibly something else... The house is grey and brown from mud and green and blue from mold. There are empty alcohol and beer bottles all over my yard. It's embarrassing! I have to think fast! "Naomi? Are you sure this is your house?" Mr.Lee inquired. "No...but...I can walk from here. Thanks for the ride! Bye!" I said all too quickly. I pretended to get a text and send a text until the car left. After they turned the corner, I walked into my house. I hate it in here. It smells like alcohol and a garbage dump. "Whosh dere? Whass gone onnnn?" My mom was drunk. Again. "For God's sake. It's me! Go back to drinking your weight in shots and sleeping in your own vomit!" I snapped. When I got upstairs, she was standing there, covered in vomit. Her hair was standing up all over the place, stuck there because of the vomit. Oh my God, I hate her! "Cheyenne! What is wrong with you?" I asked, utterly disgusted. I haven't called her "mom" since I was 8. She walked up and slapped me in the face. I am on the wrestling team, so I kicked her in the face without even trying. She fell down and then looked at me. "When you learn do do dat?" She said, nose now bleeding. "If you were there during my life, you would know that I've been in 7 fights, won them all, won the provincial championships for wrestling. And, you have never signed any of my slips for going to national championships. You aren't even a mother anymore! Anymore? You never were!" I screamed at her. When she started to sit up, I kneed her in the face and she fell unconcious. I spat at her, and then I left. Once in my room, I kicked off my shoes, I walked over to my bed. On my way there, I stepped on a piece of glass! Jeez, it hurt! I looked down to see a broken ash tray all over my floor. I remember now! I dropped it this morning when my mom opened my door and scared me, I thought. I sweeped up all the ashes and glass and threw it in my mom's room. I had another one in here, so I rummaged threw my purse to find my smokes and my lighter. I lit a cigarette and found an ash tray. My room is the cleanest in the whole house. I flicked some ashes in the ash tray. But it might not smell the cleanest... Just then, the phone rang. I answered it. "Hello? Marly residence." "Is this Naomi?" "Yes." "Hi Naomi! This is Louisianna, Hannah's mom." "Hi Louise! What can I do for you?" "Well. Michelle's parents just called. They told me some pretty suspicious news. Care to explain?" I got an awful knot in my stomach when I heard that. She must have been told that I had cigarettes! "Sure. Shoot away." "They told me that you had cigarettes and a lighter. Hannah told me that you've smoked them. Don't worry, it took a lot punishment and threatening to get her to spill. She didn't just rat you out. You said you would explain." I puffed loudly as an answer. "That explains that. Could I speak to your mother, please?" Louise asked. My mother? Well, she is on the floor, covered in vomit and blood, drunk, and, unconcious. "She can't come to the phone right now," I said quickly. I jumped up and I dropped my cigarette on my leg. I screamed loudly. "What happened? What's going on?!" Hannah's mom blared threw the phone. "Nothing. I just...stepped...on...my...pencil lead collection. Yep. I collected them when I was little. Lame!" I singsonged. "Okay. As long as your okay. So when will she be able to come to the phone?" "Never! I mean-can I take a message?" "I just wanted to make sure she knew what you've been doing." "Believe me. If you told her, again, she wouldn't remember by tomorrow." "Pardon?" "Never mind. I'm going to bed. Bye." I hung up. I put the phone on my nightstand table and closed my eyes.
