DIAMOND KEYS

TWO

“Are you going to see your friends today?” Mum asked.

“Oh yes, I’m going to walk to Marc’s house and maybe we’ll both go to Clay’s house.”

“Okay, lock up the house properly when you leave, don’t be too late, get home early and send my greetings to Georgia and Beauty.” She gave me a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll do just that Danielle.”

“Do not call me by name.” She demanded and I smiled.

“You silly girl,” she laughed and picked Maxwell up and walked out of the door.

I ran off to my room to have a quick shower. I left my hair down in its normal style, wore a T-shirt and a blue miniskirt, put a scarf around my neck and put on a pair of black boots.

I looked at myself in my mirror. I wasn’t as beautiful as Claire but I was pretty. I was slim and I had long legs, my silky brown hair was amazing and my hazel eyes were just perfect, at least in Logan’s words. He loved my eyes so much; he hated it when I cried.

I smiled at myself, picked up my phone and laptop and placed them in my purse and I ran down stairs to the kitchen to pick up the  cookies I made when I got back from school. I locked the door and began to walk to Marc’s house, which was just a stone throw away. I loved the fall, it was like my favorite season, the leaves were already turning brown and some trees had their leaves on the ground.

“Hey Marc!” I raised my palm up for a high five. He was seated on the stairs of the porch and there was a skipping rope beside him, he also had his earphone in his ears.

“What are you doing with a skipping rope?” I asked as I sat beside him.

“I was learning to skip.” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing; now I could see the reason why Clay called him gay.

“You’re a boy Marc; you should be playing soccer or basketball. Clay would be willing to teach.”

“There’s nothing wrong in skipping. I can go on for twenty seconds without stopping.” He smiled at his achievement. “What do you have in that box?”

“Cookies!” I said excitedly. I liked to think of myself as a chef. I believed I could prepare any food anyone could think of-American dishes only. My mum said I got the trait from my dad but I chose to ignore it.

“Can I have one?”        

“It’s for the group, but you can have one.” I brought one cookie from the pack, broke it in two, ate half and gave him the rest.

“That was very greedy of you.” he said in a babyish tone as he got up.

We chatted for a long time about school and the competition then we decided to go to Clay’s house.

“Is your mum home?” I asked as he was about leaving.

“No, why?”

“My mum asked me to say hi.”

“I’ll tell her later.”

“Thanks”. We walked hand in hand to Clay’s house in the sun.

“Hello Clay!” I gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Hi babe.”

He allowed me in and then he shut shot the door.

“Marc’s outside.” I told him.

“I know.” he re-opened the door and looked at Marc from his head to his toe. “What the hell are you wearing!?” he asked in disgust.

“What sort of question is that?”