A Spark Of Hope

Chapter Two

When I got home I took a much-needed nap. A week from now I would start school. I was going to need all the energy I could get.

The week went by surprisingly quickly.

And before I knew it, it was the night before school started. I pulled my hair into a quick braid and got out my diary. I opened it and read through some of my old entries to find out it wasn't mine.

'July 8, 1996

I have them and they are wonderful little angels. Funny because I'm nothing like an angel. It hurts that I can't keep them but I know that they will be safer in another's arms. If I hadn't have been so stupid it wouldn't have happened. But the angels are here.'

I hid the diary under my mattress went to go pick my clothes out. 

A white crop top, high waisted denim jeans. And headed to take my shower. I grabbed my sunglasses and black fedora. After a twenty minute shower, I brushed my hair and teeth.

I headed downstairs and tried to avoid my parents. I hoped they wouldn't say anything to me about my clothes or breakfast.

"Adriana!" She called.

Today was not in my favor.

I was so close to making my escape. I went into the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom."

"Honey, do you-" She stopped and turned to look at me. "What on god's green earth are you wearing?"

"Clothes," I said simply.

"Not much, I see," She said giving me a once over.

"Can I go now?" I said looking at my watch.

I really didn't have to go for another ten minutes. But I didn't tell her that.

"Okay, but if you get-"

"I know, I know. I won't get dress coded, promise."

"Okay but be safe sweetheart," She said hugging me.

She sure acted like my mom sometimes.

I hugged her tighter. She meant a lot to me even if she wasn't my biological mother. I still adored her.

I grabbed my keys and walked downstairs to the garage. I started up my car and looked into my rearview mirror as the garage door opened.

I pulled out and headed in the direction of the car that was about fifteen minutes from my house.

I thought about what to expect. I got an email from the school secretary about my classes. I printed my schedule to seem normal not because I needed it. I had a great photographic memory and a great memory period. My brain was literally a sponge (a magical sponge). I smiled to myself.

I was what my clan would call a Mystic. Mystics' were any supernatural being with great power. I was a witch (Mother) and a diviner (Father). A witch is a person of great beauty reaching its peak at age 18 and full powers (spell casting, cursing, ability to make people do what you want, move things with your mind, potion making, yadda yadda).

A diviner was a person with powers to read minds, tell the future, persuasion and give messages and warnings. God sent down diviners as messengers to do the above. They get a special gift they have to discover on there own. But the problems lies when the message given is not received or heard.

I pulled into the parking spot and went into the office building to get my student i.d.

They told me to wait in my homeroom. So I walked into another building with my classrooms. My homeroom was art. And also my third period. The art teacher smiled at me.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Carmello," He said introducing himself.

"Adriana," I said trying not to inhale his scent. As he reached out to shake my hand. Electricity shot from my hand.

"Ow!" He yelped.

Someone chuckled. I blushed embarrassed.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Its okay, find your name and have a seat."

I found my name. And sat down.

"Hi," I said to the guy sitting next to me. "I'm-"

"I don't know or care who you are," He snapped not even looking at me. His green eyes were nearly black when he finished staring at me.

Well, that stung.

I was silent. And I was never silent. The knot in my stomach tightened. Maybe I was sick.

The bell rang. I dared to glance over, but he was still avoiding eye contact. This bothered the hell out of me.

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