The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Two: Diana

I enter the bus slowly glazing over the other students to see a lone open chair. I only see one open seat that is next to a boy my age roughly slogging over to him. I sit down as I slide my backpack off, holding it on my lap. I slouch back into the navy blue bench keeping my thoughts to myself. I watch the boy's reactions in my peripheral vision maybe I can learn some things about him without having to ask.

I study his features, his tall darker fawn hair is up in a quiff hairstyle. He has gentle hazel eyes the rich greens swirl with the pine bark brown. Creating soul capturing gaze where ever they lay, his black skinny jeans cling to his long lean legs. A plain gray short sleeve v-neck covers up some of his many tattoos that trail down from his shoulder to his forearm. This young adult could be a bad boy want to be, he has one inch heeled black ankle boots.

The hazel eyed boy pulls a notebook out from his leather courier bag, taking out the pen inside of the ring binder mechanism. With a swift stroke of his pen, he writes something before he shows me.

"Hi, I'm Harry! What is your name?" I read in the fancy cursive of his handwriting, I take the notebook out of his hands getting the pen too.

"Hey Harry, I'm Jade." I reply in plain print, handing the binder back.

Harry smiles down as he reads it, he holds his hand out for me to shake. I stare for a moment debating as I gingerly reach out and meet his hand with mine. We nod as we bounce our hands up and down. Over the course of the long bus ride we go back and forth writing to each other. Telling a little about ourselves such as, how many siblings you have, what classes you have, and what are your teachers.

"How many siblings do you have?" Harry writes, "I'm an only daughter." I use my own pen.

"Cool, I'm one of two brother triplets. What classes do you take?" Harold asks me,"Wow, you have two other twin brothers! I do Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering, Psychology, Sociology, and a couple others that are self-paced." I answer.

"That's a lot of classes for someone so young." Pretty boy laughs a little out loud, "I have to keep my mind off things. I'm good at them." I lie through my teeth.

I'm good at those subjects but with my home crap I haven't been able to focus, that's why I'm failing. I see my stop ahead, I look back to Harry who is writing one last thing.

"If you are so good at them why did our teacher send you to the principal about your disappointing behavior?" I read it, I gulp hard neglecting to look Mr. Styles in the eye.

I grasp onto my backpack strap, standing up I walk to the front of the bus while it slows to a crawl before a stop. I don't look back as I thank the driver and get off, I will walk the rest of the way home from here. It's only three miles up the road, after all, I always carry a sharp defense knife in my front pocket of my jeans. I watch the bus depart, Harry seems to have rushed to the side of the bus. Cracking the window dropping something onto the ground, I go and pick it up.

I unfold the paper, reading what he wrote: "If you feel like talking about it, I will not judge you. We can study together and if you think about it call my home phone: 925-555-9909." I look back up seeing the bus disappear behind the other buildings in front of me. I slide the note in my pocket with Mr. Lico's, I look behind me seeing the long road that leads to my house. I take a deep breath, I hold onto my bag tightly almost as if I feel if I loosen my grip I will fall into a void. The pale worn concrete from the many feet that have walked before me reflects how I feel inside my heart.

I carry a burden that is my knowledge the knowledge can never share with anyone. I continue up the street for a few minutes before I reach the smooth paved driveway of my house more like mansion. Its magnificent tall and wide glass and pine accented doors seem like a gate to the future. The cream stone and brick manor creates a gorgeous warm vanilla glow welcoming anyone inside. My "castle" is set on 2.9 acres, it has a breathtaking 6-bedrooms, with 8 1/2-baths in the custom mansion.

Inside it features over 21,000 square feet of elegant touches and luxurious amenities such as a home theater, exercise and rec rooms and even an elevator. There are 21 rooms and several garage spaces. The main level includes a sitting room with a fireplace, an office with fireplace, living room with fireplace that flows freely to a chef's kitchen with breakfast nook and walk-in pantry. The open space leads to the family room with fireplace and the porch beyond. The master suite is where my mom and dad live that includes a fireplace, over-sized walk-in closet, soaking air tub, radiant heat, and one balcony.

I picked the bedroom with an arched window seat, allowing me to gaze over the whole kingdom. Even though other rooms have two twin beds in each, that were meant for my many siblings my parents wanted to have. Unwilling to adopt since they only wanted the "purest" and "most powerful" blood for their children. Not willing to accept anything less even if what they got was me, I'm only a pet for them to groom and play with. I walk up to the two portals, taking out a key unlocking one side before I push the door inward, entering after.

I inhale smelling boiling pasta on the stove, I take my bag off my shoulder following my nose. Reaching the kitchen I see my mother chopping up two or three t-bone steaks into cubes for the pasta, I'm guessing. She salts and peppers the little square steaks before she places them onto a "silver platter" for the oven to bake them. Keeping four in a row evenly spaced, she sets it onto the middle rack. I trail over to the island in the center of the room, resting my elbows on the shiny granite counter top.

I wait for to notice me but my mom seems to focused on cooking to pay attention to me.

"Mom?" I speak up but my voice is still low, "Yes?" mother replies.

"Can I get a dog?" I say, "You wouldn't have to deal with it, I would feed and walk it. Even clean up after it, I want a dog. Not having siblings this house is so empty." I state.

"Ok, you can but you will train it yourself, feed it, and if it dies you will bury it." Mother sighs in defeat, "Thank you." I smile.

I go into the living room going up the spiral staircase, into my room directly ahead. I rush it throwing my backpack beside the bench at the foot of my queen sized bed. I close my door before I shed layers off changing into my normal attire. I get a plain white shirt to go over my black cami before I take out my long dark chocolate ponytail. I reach over to my side table to pick up my hairbrush off it, I split my hair into two parts over my shoulders.

I go through my thick waist long curly mane, braiding them into fishtails. I place the purple bean brush back on the white birch dresser. Standing up I go into my bathroom to wash my full faced makeup off, using a makeup removing wipe to clean off the main parts. I use lukewarm water to freshen my face up, getting rid of any makeup that remains. Drying off my dripping mask, I put on some moisturizing face lotion.

I tap it gently across the dry surface, trying to contain my excitement. I grab my purse off the door hanger placing on my shoulder, I head out. I can't believe I'm getting a dog!