Amethyst

Chapter Two

            I tossed my clothes on to the floor and looked through my closet, picking out a light green sundress. The color really brought out my blue eyes, which reminded me of my father. I took a second glance after I slipped the dress on and watched the dress took shape of my body. I had curves just like most every young woman in the city, although I had smaller breast than most of the girls that went to my high school. I put on some mascara and left the room, walking towards my mother’s bedroom. I knocked on door and complained how long Samas was taking.

“Samas, hurry up in there. You are taking longer than an adolescent girl,” I joked around.

            He opened the door, dressed in a nice vest and button down shirt, the color of sliver. Although the shirt was a little bigger on him, his outfit made him look younger than his actual age. He stuck his tongue out at me and walked to the door, like forgetting that I was waiting at his bedroom door.

“Well, are you coming or not?” He shouted from the foyer.

I ran into the foyer, where he grabbed a light coat and handed it to me. I took it in confusion.

“Rule number one, don’t show your bare arms. That’s a sign of youth. I had trouble with it too when I first moved here,” he joked around.

I laughed at him, making fun of the customs of the capital was not common. He always had a fresh vibe about him which my mother seemed to love, even though she was the enforcer of customs in the city.

I took the coat and put it over my shoulder. It was too hot to wear this while we were walking to the café. The season of summer in the capital was hot because there were many tall buildings that were made of glass, which often reflected the heat on to the concrete sidewalks. I stepped out onto the driveway which lead towards the gated entrance of our house. Samas locked the door and clumsily ran to me to catch up, catching his breath. He was making fun of my high metabolism, which kept me fairly thin.

“Wait up, walking stick,” he mocked me, laughing under his breath.

I rolled my eyes and put the passcode into the keypad, which opened the gates. We walked towards the park, which happened to be in front of our house. The café was a block away from the park. Samas walked towards the statue that was in the middle of the park.

“Hey, I thought we were straight to the café!” I shouted to him as he got further away from me. I ran to catch up with him. He was already at the statue by the time I got there. I looked up at the statue, which was a sculpture of a tallish man, who had a full beard and glasses at the edge of his nose. I could recognize who it was. He was my father’s great-great grandfather, who had founded the capital. My father was from a long line of politically powerful men, the last being my grandfather, who passed away after a few months of my parents marrying. Across the plaque read “Mathieu Diamandias, founder of the wonderful capital Diamandias. May he always be remembered for his courage.” I looked up at Samas, who grimaced at the last sentence. His ancestors must have known my ancestors.

            He started walking away, his hands in his pants pockets. I ran to catch up with him.

“Are you okay?” I questioned him.

            He nodded and pointed towards the café, which was close by.

“Well, there it is. Let’s go eat,” he said as he avoided the conversation.

Later that night, we stopped by a coffee shop, where I got a short café latte. Samas was not fond of coffee, so he got a slice of coffee cake. We walked back to the house and watched a cheesy comedy movie about this young girl living with a gang of rebels. Samas especially liked these types of movies because they must remind him of his hometown.