Devilish Angels- A Tall And Twisty Tale #Wattys 2016#WritersDebut#HiddenGems

Chapter 1 || The Beginning of the End

Sunshine spilled in through the translucent pink curtains of Davina Sullivan's rose coloured bedroom, spreading warmth all over her face and crossed arms. The rest of her body was wrapped in a wool blanket.
"Grrrrr", she grunted, not wanting to wake up. The sun shone brighter in protest; and finally Davina had to drag herself out of bed, crabby and irritable.

Davina stood in front of her full length mirror and examined herself. Hmmm, chips in the nail polish on the hands and feet. Unwaxed legs and arms. Her otherwise gorgeous hair were a greasy, slightly frizzy mess. Her unruly eyebrows needed shaping, and her nose was more freckly than ever. And to top it all, she was terribly late for school.

How was she supposed to tend to all her fashion, hygiene and school needs and still reach in time to school, she thought to herself.

" Simple and elegant does the trick, " she said to herself, her mind calculating surefire ways to look her usual supercool in an hour.

Her first course of action was the hygiene part: washing up, hair conditioning and straightening hair, eyebrow shaping, and waxing, which took just a little over twenty minutes, but done with impeccable perfection which was almost impossible in such a short amount of time. After all, it was Davina doing it all. She was a make-up goddess and an excellent amateur body conditioning expert.
Nothing could go wrong.

Step two on The Way to Look Cool was minimalistic but classy dressing. Davina quickly wore a light blue denim dungaree and a short sleeved white shirt, with floral sneakers and plain white socks.

Now Davina waved her magic make - up wand and completed the transformation from Crabby, Dishevelled Davina to Middle School Diva Davina. She covered her freckly skin with foundation and brushed her cheeks with pale pink dust, and lined her eyes with eyeliner to enhance the shine of her eyes, all with impeccable perfection. The mascara hid the goldenness of her curly eyelashes, and pink lipgloss and a perky ponytail completed this vision of perfection.

All this in just forty minutes. Impossible.

Now Davina sat cross - legged on the floor, the contents of her backpack lying all around, a mess of books, worksheets, different types of pens, project folders, lipgloss, random sheets of construction paper and a sticks of deodorant.

" OMG! French, Spanish, and Geometry all in one day. Hell," said Davina to herself in a mock sad voice, frowning while zipping her bag shut.

She glanced at her reflection quickly in the full length mirror before noisily rushing down the steps to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. She looked awesome.

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Breakfast was a bonding time at the Sullivan house. That was the only time all the busy adults of this household had any time to spend some time with their offsprings. Here, Peter and Helena Sullivan lived with George and Cara Fahey. Peter was Davina' s dad; Cara was her aunt. They were actually Faheys, but we're staying over at the Sullivan's as their flat was being fixed.

"Good morning, miss Sullivan, the greatest drama queen of Cliffton High," her brother Lennard mocked her because she was catwalking on the way to the dining room.
" Mistress Davina, quite a senorita, " said Lennard's older brother Nathan in a purely British accent. Nathan was a literature student at university, and quoted old British literature at all the time.
Davina huffed and gave them both a Look, and poured cornflakes and milk into her favourite galaxy bowl, throwing in a couple of strawberries into the bowl and stirring furiously, causing miniscule flecks of milk to fly in the air, irritating her sister Ashley.
" You manner less moron, you completely ruined my dress," screamed Ashley, pointing to the hardly visible drops of milk on her dress.
" Are you born to make a mess? Destroy things, break things and sabotage my life? Interfere and poke your nose everywhere," said Ashley, unnecessarily furious.
" Fine I'm going," said Davina, slamming her bowl and stomping out of the room, slamming the door hard.

She had had enough of bickering.