The God's Reign: Book one, The Knowing

chapter 1- the beginning... and other stuff

I sat in the front of the school bus, tapping my finger on the windowsill. My short brown and red hair flowed against the outside breeze. I wore a red jacket, some jeans, a white shirt, and neon converse., which fit my personal quote quite well- She is beauty, she is grace, she will punch you in the face.

I stared blankly out the window. Houses and streets passed my vision.  Teenagers skated and walked their dogs on the sidewalks. Adults washed their cars, and sat in rocking chairs, just praying to God for a cool evening. My home town, Pembroke Pines, Florida, was running in its usual course.

        "Hey, Sierra!" a voice behind me called. "Earth to Sierra! We are here to bring you back to reality, Earth to Sierra!" I turned around and a girl around my age smiled above my head rest in the seat behind me. It was my best friend, Hillary.  Hillary wore a leather jacket and a purple shirt underneath. Her multi-colored amulet dangled around her neck. I don't know why she always wore that necklace. At school, at home, to bed, it never left her side. It was one of many weird things about her.

    Yep, she was your typical, every day high school girl. Well, except for the fact that she had blue hair. Not just blue tips or streaks like my red ones. She had ocean-blue hair from her scalp all the way to the ends. I tried to know the story behind her hair color, she just shrugged and told me, "Some moronic people dyed my baptizing water blue and my scalp soaked it up the color of the dye." I thought that was a pretty outrageous excuse, but she was an pretty outrageous girl, so who knows?

        "You always zone out." She said to me. "Thank goodness I'm here to reel you back in,"

"Well, if life was more interesting, I'd pay more attention to it." I retorted to her. Hillary's smile faded. "Trust me. Once you know who your father is, life will get more interesting than you'd would prefer."

Back then, I didn't know what she was talking about. My father was a writer for the CNN news channel. He brought up the most interesting topics and hired the anchors, but that wasn't presidential. How was my father so special he could change reality?  I thought to myself.

    "Hey, Hills'" someone zoned me out of my thoughts. In the seat next to mine, a guy with coffee brown hair and blue eyes grinned at us, but mostly Hillary. He wore a green shirt and skinny jeans. His arms were ripped with muscles and his hair was greased back out of his gorgeous face. So, basically, he looked like a motor-oil Ken doll.

        Hillary rolled her eyes and grumbled in disgust. "Dang! What, Ethan?" she asked distastefully. But, knowing Hillary, she didn't use the word "Dang".

One thing you need to know about Hillary- she's a very emotional person: the type that cusses almost every time she is shocked or angry, or just uses those words for emphasis. So don't be surprised when she gets an F on a science quiz for the first time in her life and she cusses out the teacher like your dad would the football referees on Super-bowl Sunday. That's her alright!

"Remember..." Ethan wagged his index finger in Hilary's face, who cringed at the closeness. "You still owe me that date by the Tallahassee River bank." He smirked at her. Out of all the girls in the county, yes I mean county, Ethan Crane had a thing for Hillary. Maybe it was her looks, maybe her personality, or maybe it was her ability to beat up any bully, jock (or even a well-known terrorist) that bothered me or her.

Hillary clenched her fists and cracked her knuckles. She pulled off a grin that worried me about her mental health. "Yeah. Maybe I can use my new water skills on you." She told him. For a moment, I thought she meant buying some water-gun rifles and blasting him to the moon, but Ethan's reaction told me otherwise.

Ethan's eyes were wide for a second, and then they shrank back to normal. He slumped back in his booth, fiddling with his shirt, and talked silently to his friend next to him. Hillary swung over from her booth into mine and grumbled, "Well that shut him up."