Chapter 3: Revenge is a meal best served hot Everyone sat down in the autitorium. Waiting for the the principal to come down and start the assembly. Nobody was as excited as I was. But only because of what was going to happen. I sat in between Jason and Hannah. Jason and I were holding hands and Michelle was sitting beside Hannah. Lydia sat beside Jason. The principal addressed the school and then he started to speak of the bullying trouble in our school. Certain types of mythical creatures team up against each other. "Other than that, we have a word from our student body president," the principal intoduced Lydia. Lydia got up on stage, her normally milk chocolate coloured face was now drained white. "I found this diary on the floor in the hallway today. I thought everybody would like to hear it," Lydia's face was back to normal. Something hit me like a brick wall. This was not what we discussed. Oh, my God. She is reading my diary! She cleared her throat. "I thought we could start with this entry. But, before I start, could maybe, if the person who owns this diary come up and take it if they don't want me to read it. Okay? Let's start." "'I have a huge crush on this guy in the school. I don't know if he knows I'm alive. Jason, I want to spend my life with you. We are both devils, the only ones in the school. He is cute, funny, sweet, and he likes chinese food. I love chinese food!'" "I think we all know who this is. Should I keep going?" Jason squeezed my hand and I looked at him. "I never knew you felt so deeply for me," He whispered in my ear. I felt myself blush. "You should go up there. Take the diary from her!" Hannah whispered in my ear. "'My mom told me she would come to my wrestling match so I left a sticky-note for her. It had the directions and time for the match, right? She showed up drunk. I hate Cheyenne. Her being an alcoholic is one thing, but hoarding all her crap into the house is another. I feel like I'm going to see the house on the next episode of Hoarders.'" "Shall I go on?" Lydia had a broad smile on. The only reason the principal isn't stopping her is because, he probably thinks that this is planned. "Stop reading my diary! That is personal and I stuffed it in my purse, locked in my locker. Did you get some nerd to pick the lock?" I stood on stage in front of everyone. I snatched back my diary and sat back down. Only when I was sitting down, could I hear the roaring laughter of everyone. I got up again and then I left the autitorium. The principal got on the stage. "No student is too leave early!" he called after me. I shot back the middle finger and he blared into the microphone: "Detention!" "Busy tonight. I'll go tomorrow, chub-chubs," I yelled back. Hannah, Michelle, and Jason got up and followed me. They found me outside, smoking. "Naomi, are you okay?" Michelle asked. "Yeah. I'm fine. It started to smell bad in there," I said, scrunching my nose. School's over in five minutes, I thought. Jason came over and hugged me. I hugged him back, trying not to burn him. When the bell rang, I said bye to Jason and waited for Michelle's parents. My cigarette went out so I re-lit it just as Michelle's mom came over to us. Michelle flipped around smacked both the burning lighter and cigarette away. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudge!" Michelle screamed in pain. Mrs.Lee looked confused as she stood in front of us. "Let's go. Hannah, Naomi how are you today?" She asked with a smile. "Good," We replied at the same time. She turned and we followed her to the car. On the way there I started to talk to Michelle. "That was Jason's lighter," I hissed angrily amd quietly through clenched teeth. "Did you get burned? I don't think so!" Michelle growled quietly through clenched teeth. I looked at Michelle's hand she had a bleeding blister. When we got to the car, Michelle sat in the front and Hannah and I got into the back. "Michelle! What happened to your hand?" Michelle's mom asked. "I tried to heat up the cold meatballs, and when they were scalding hot, one fell on my hand. It was full of sauce and thats why I have these other burns," Michelle lied. "Oh. Well, when we get to the resturant, you can bandage it up," Mrs.Lee said with a smile. Michelle and Hannah spoke the entire way there, while I sat quietly in the back seat. I found it very awkward knowing that Mrs.Lee knew my secret. When we got to the resturant, I grabbed my purse and followed my friends into the building. As soon as we got into the resturant we went into the office and Michelle tried to bandage the burn. Then she sat back down. "Naomi, you got a date with Jason. How did you swing that?" Hannah got excited. "Actually, Lydia helped me. When I lost the volleyball game," I replied. I opened a bottle of sprite that I had in my bag. Michelle grabbed it from me and took a sip. I snatched it back and I drank some. "Do your parents think different of me now?" I asked, toying with my skirt. "No, no, no. Yes. A little," Michelle said, trying to comfort me. Hannah took my sprite and drank some. "Stop it!" I said, taking back the sprite. "I really wish your mom didn't know. I mean, she probably already knew something was wrong with me," I said, drinking my sprite. "They just have me under alot of watch and conduct 'smelling' tests various times in the day to see if I've been smoking or not. They think I wear too much perfume," Michelle said. I got an idea. "Hannah, do your parents do anything like that?" "Yeah. They search my room, do the 'smelling' test thingy that her parents do, I've been putting on a lot of perfume to make them question," Hannah smiled. She seemed proud that she is tormenting her parents. "Guys. I know a spell that can make you not pass the test. Then your parents will see that its nothing that I'm smoking, you'll pretend to quit, and then everything will be better!" I realized that it wasn't a bad idea. I hated the fact that their parents now judged me, so if their kids smoked, they could be a little biassed. "Okay. As long as we don't have to actually smoke," Hannah said. "What if they want proof?" Michelle always finds a flaw. I held out one hand and used the other to snap my fingers. In the hand that I held out, cigarettes appeared. "You'll smoke these." "You said we wouldn't have to!" Hannah exclaimed. "They're not real. They look real, smell real, and make you smell like a smoker. There is no smoke, there is magic on them to make it look like there is. They are harmless. And because I'm a devil, they won't sense any angel magic," I explained. They took the fake cigarettes. I snapped my fingers. I got rid of all the perfume. They didn't smell like perfume any more. "Michelle. Here is a lighter. Your mom will think you are smoking when she inspects you in...30 seconds," I said. Devils can see the future some times. I snapped my fingers and made her smell like a smoker. "Get ready," I whispered. The door opened. "Michelle, can you come here for a minute, please?" Her mom asked politely. It was quiet for a while and then, all of the sudden, there was a lot of yelling. First her mom, then her dad. Her mom burst through the door. "Could you come with me, please?" She asked, straining a smile. We nodded. I handed Hannah a lighter when Mrs.Lee turned around. She lead us outside the resturant, where Michelle and her dad were waiting. "We know Michelle and Naomi are smoking. It makes me sick that 15 and 16 year-olds are smoking those...things. Hannah are you smoking?" Mrs.Lee looked at her. Hannah held out her hand, and in it were the "cigarettes" and lighter. "Aha. I don't believe this. Proove to me." Michelle and Hannah lit the fake ones and I lit a real one. Michelle's parent's faces drained of colour. Michelle and Hannah were looking pretty white, too. "Why would you do this to yoursevles?" Mrs.Lee asked. "Mom, you and dad smoke," Michelle interupted. "Well, I am of age and I have been a smoker for a long time and this is why I don't want you to do this to yourself." "Bad for the lungs," Mr.Lee said, tapping his chest. Funny thing was, he had a cigarette in his hand. We all laughed. When we finished our smokes, we went back inside. Mr&Mrs.Lee went into the kitchen and Michelle, Hannah, and I immediately went into the office. "I can't believe this worked!" Michelle squealed, examining the fake cigarette. "I couldn't even see the smoke!" "I could and apparently so did your parents," I confirmed. Now, they won't judge me as much, or with any luck, at all. We just have to fool Hannah's parents next. From what make-up we had and accesories, we made myself presentable for my date. At 6 o'clock, Jason came into the resturant. I was wearing my new hoodie from Wolf and black skinny jeans with my convers. My black purse was in the loop of my arm where my hands were in the pockets of my hoodie. I put my hair in a braid down the side of my head. Jason was wearing black skinny jeans with a silver chain down to his knee on the left side. He had a navy blue Aeropostale sweater on. His wallet was sticking out of his back pocket. "You look amazing, Naomi! Ready to go?" Jason asked. "Yeah, I am. Michelle tell your parents, have a great night, see you at school tomorrow!" I called over my shoulder as I was walking to Jason's car. When I sat in the seat of the car, my heart was beating really fast and loud. I was afraid he might hear it. We pulled into a parking space at the movie theater. We got out of the car and went to get our tickets for the movie. When we went to see a movie that would play as close to 6 o'clock as possible. "Well, Kill the Vampire is playing at 6:15. Want to see that?" Jason asked. "Sure. I heard its supposed to be really good. I read all the books in the series, and maybe the movie will be as good as the books, or even better!" I replied, getting excited because I was finally going to see that movie, plus, it was on a date with my crush! "Okay. We still have ten minutes, what do you want to do?" he asked. "Well, first things first, I need to have a smoke. I haven't had one in a while," I replied. I lit cigarette and so did he. Then he held my hand and we walked around downtown. We saw lots of people selling stuff. I had my eye out for some art supplies. I flicked some ashes and I heard a grunt. I looked down to see an old homeless man on a blanket with some old pencils and some notepads. "You are a beatiful, young girl. Stop sucking on that damn cancer stick! You too, there boy!" The old man wiped the ashes off a golden notepad. It was beautiful! "Um, sir? How much for that notepad?" I asked. "You mean the one you just ruined with them ashes? Nobody will want it with that black smear on it." He cursed under his breath. I pulled out my wallet. "I'll pay $50," I said, giving him some bills. "Thanks, doll! It makes up for what you done did," he said with a wide smile across his face. He had three or four teeth left from not brushing them or taking care of them. Jason and I continued walking. As soon as we were out of ear shot of that man, Jason asked me a question. "Fifty dollars? You really must have felt bad." "I did. And, with this, because my diary is full, I can draw and write about my day and my secrets," I replied. "Well, there goes our date money," he said throwing away our cigarette butts. "How about we write about this in your new book?" Jason joked. I punched him in the stomach. But, I did have a pencil so, as a joke, I wrote something. "I spent all the money we had for the date. I hope, somehow, we get the missing deed and become the owners of the movie theater. This is probably the only way to save my date!" I drew some pictures of what I thought the deed would look like. "Alright, Miss.Imagination, shall we be going?" Jason took my hand and led me towards the movie theater. I guess he was reading over my shoulder when I was writing. And he saw my drawing! Great! When we past the old man, he gave a sly grin. "Thanks for the money and good for y'all for taking them death sticks out a your mouths! He spat as he spoke. Well, actually, I wish he hadn't because people were looking at us now. Great, people I don't even know, know I smoke, I thought. When we were walking, I thought I saw glitter and sparkles, but I said nothing because I thought I was seeing things. Just before we went into the theater, something made me look down at my notepad again. Only this time, something was sticking out of it. I pulled out a piece of paper and read it over carefully. If it was what I thought it was, it was the deed to the movie theater! "Jason! Jason, this is the deed for the movie theater! Oh, my God, we own the theater now!" I screeched. "Holy crap, it is! Let's go inside and find Drew!" Drew is the manager in the theater. "Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew, Drew! We found the deed to the theater!" I said excitedly to him. Drew was tall and muscular, he had chocolate coloured skin and almost yellow eyes. His uniform was a red tuxedo top, white dress shirt, black bow tie, and black tuxedo pants. "Oh, my God! Well, let me go get my camera so I can your picture and alert the press so they can tell people to stop looking," Drew called over shoulder. Jason and I were so excited. Drew came back with his camera and said to say cheese, but we didn't hear him. We were in the middle of a "moment." Just before he took the picture, I kissed him. The camera flashed. Jason didn't pull away from me, he kissed me back. We kept standing there, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Jason pulled away. That's when I remembered all the paper work we would have to do. "Drew! I'll double your pay if you take care of the banking and billing. You are in college and we are sophmores in highschool," I asked him. "Done! And what about the pay checks?" Drew asked. Clearly, he thinks because I'm blond, I'm stupid. I'm not! "I might be blond, but I'm not that stupid, Drew," I replied. "It was worth a shot. By the way, the press is here," he said, pointing out at the swarming paparazzi outside the glass doors. Jason and I had the same idea, we hugged for the cameras. This time, Jason kissed me. I pulled away when I realized that we still had to watch our movie. "Movie," I whispered into his ear. "Enough pictures!" Jason boomed. "We will blog on how we found the deed later, but right now, we are on a date. So go away!" We walked to the counter and got a popcorn, two soft drinks, and two candy bars. We walked into the theater when the opening commercials just ended. Jason found us some seats. I leaned up against him and he put his arm around me. We stayed that way the whole movie. I thought it was really comfortable if you know what I mean. At the end of the movie, Jason said he would drive me home. Good thing because he picked me up and I can't drive. When we were half way home, I remembered my house, and my mom. I couldn't think fast enough because soon, he pulled into my driveway. I guess we were closer than I thought. "Naomi? Is this your house? What's this? Your facebook said you lived here...Naomi?" Jason deserves to know. I told Jason my life's story. He looked confused, worried, and anxious. "I'm walking you inside." "Jason, you don't have to. Please, I don't want you to see what my mom has turned my life into!" I begged. "If you are going to be my girlfriend, I need to know everything about you. Let's go," Jason said, getting out of the car. I led him into my house. I turned around to see the look on Jason's face when he saw the landfill I live in. When I opened the door, the smell of alcohol and garbage hit us and his eyes watered. The door opened the rest of the way and his face twisted into an awkward, disgusted face that I couldn't look at anymore. I bursted into tears as he walked farther into the landfill that used to be a house. Never a home.
