Heaven's Rebel Heart

Chapter Two: Arrival

Mornings are supposed to be fresh starts, right? New day, new chances to not completely mess everything up. Except, when you're the new girl, mornings feel less like a fresh start and more like being thrown to the wolves.

As I get ready for my first day at Silver Ridge High, the house is eerily quiet. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one awake, which is fine by me. I don't need any awkward breakfast conversations or forced pleasantries with my dad and Margaret. I just need to get through this morning, survive the day, and make it back home in one piece.

After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of well-fitted, high-waisted jeans that hug my frame in all the right places. The crop top I choose is simple yet stylish—black with a subtle, bold print across the front that adds an edge to my look. I top it off with my trusty leather jacket, the one that instantly makes me feel like I can take on the world. It's not just any jacket; it's vintage, with a slightly worn look that gives off a vibe of effortless coolness. The leather is buttery soft, the kind that molds perfectly to my shape, like it was made for me.

I leave my hair down, letting it fall in loose waves around my shoulders. My hair is a striking shade of dark chestnut , with natural highlights that catch the light, giving it an almost glossy sheen. It has a mind of its own—thick, with just the right amount of volume to frame my face and a hint of wildness that I've never quite been able to tame.

A quick swipe of mascara and a touch of eyeliner are all I need to make my eyes stand out. My eyes—an intense, piercing blue—are my most striking feature. They have a way of drawing people in, reflecting a depth that hints at untold stories and hidden layers. The eyeliner accentuates their shape, adding a hint of mystery to my look. I finish off with a nude lip gloss, nothing too flashy, just enough to give my lips a bit of shine.

When I glance at myself in the mirror, I see a girl who looks like she's ready to take on anything—even a high school full of strangers. My skin is clear, with a natural glow that hints at good genetics more than any skincare routine. There's an edge to my appearance, a hint of rebellion in the way I carry myself, but there's also a vulnerability that I can't quite hide. It's a careful balance between looking like I don't care and caring just enough to make a statement.

With one last glance, I grab my bag and head downstairs, feeling the weight of this new chapter pressing down on me.

The moment I step out of the house, I'm greeted by the sight of a car parked in the driveway.

Not just any car—my car.

It's sleek, black, and honestly, it looks like something out of a car commercial. The custom license plate reads HEAVEN in bold letters, and it immediately brings a bittersweet smile to my face. My mom had arranged for it before she passed, insisting that I have something that was completely mine. It was her final gift to me—a reminder of who I am, even if I'm still trying to figure that out.

I run my fingers over the smooth surface of the hood, taking in the moment. The car gleams under the morning light—a sleek, black Mercedes-AMG GT, all sharp lines and curves that exude power and elegance.

It's low to the ground with an aerodynamic shape, a car that looks like it's built for speed but with an unmistakable air of luxury. The custom matte black finish gives it an almost sinister edge, the kind of car that turns heads and commands respect without even trying.

The windows are tinted, offering a layer of privacy, while the chrome accents along the grille and wheels add a touch of sophistication. The interior is just as impressive, a perfect blend of leather and high-tech gadgetry.

It's got everything—heated seats, a state-of-the-art sound system, and a dashboard that lights up like a cockpit. It's not just a car; it's a statement.
This car is more than just a way to get around. It's a piece of home, something that connects me to my mom even though she's gone.