Chapter 1: My First Day
“DAD! MOM! I’m leaving for school.”
“You haven’t had breakfast yet.” said my mom.
“So? Ugh. J.C. get off of me, you’re crushing me.” I said looking at him with disgust.
“Aw. I can’t help it, my little sister is off to high school.” he said laughing.
I flicked him off and kissed my mother and said the rest of my goodbyes. It was a little bit before 7 as I walked to Haven High. I got there just before the morning hallway traffic. I peered down the hallway to see my best friend, Toriah Danes. She is my best friend, we’ve been together since we were in diapers. We talked about what we were going to do this weekend.
As we both walked down the hallway, it was hectic and crowded. The walls looked like they were bursting at the seams. People were pushing and rushing to get to class.
When we walked into our homeroom we saw a vibrant, young and lively woman. The projection screen read, Ms. Pearly Gates.
“Hello class. My name is Ms. Pearly Gates or Ms. PG. I will be your Advanced Writing teacher this year. Please sit down in your seats so I can learn names and take roll.”
After a few minutes she called my name.
“Jazmyn Sonjan”
“Here.” I said, raising my hand.
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I had knew I made a huge mistake, everyone gasped. Then someone in the back of the room yelled, “Aren’t you GOD’s daughter?”
Just before I could answer the bell rung, signaling that homeroom was over. Toriah rushed me out of class, before anyone could talk to me.
“We have to get you home before anymore questions.” she rushed out, in one confusing sentence.
“No. My dad told me how he handled this. He just denied having anything to do with my grandfather.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Ok, but if you want to go home, just tell me and I’ll call my mom.”
“Thanks, but no thanks girllie.” I said smiling at her worry.
We got through the day without calling Toriah’s mom. We walked out of the school yard and into the street. We got to the other side and started talking.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Toriah asked.
I shrugged. “Nothing special. I have to wait until my Dad comes home from his once a year visit with Lucifer”
“Maybe he will let you go since you’re now 16.” she said so unassumingly, obvious not knowing the wrath of my father. Which makes me think of the time I snuck out of the house to go to Ravan’s house party and got caught when Ravan’s parents came home when they arrived home earlier than planned. They had called all our parents, and man he was angry.
I laughed sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “Maybe when pigs fly. He doesn’t want me associating with them.”
“Well there’s nothing you can really do.” she said, shrugging.
We turned onto our street and I turned to face her. “I’ll call you when he come home to tell you how the meeting went. You know he always tells us what happens.”
“Alright bye.” She said.
I walked up the hill, up the long, winding path to my house. I got to the door and opened it walking into what seemed like an empty house.
“Mom, I’m home! Mom? Where are you?” I asked to the empty air, eventually getting an answer.
“ In here, help yourself to some cookies, they’re your favorite.”
“Ooo. Chocolate chip. And they are still warm.” I say with a glint of happiness in my eyes.
Taking four cookies into the palm of my hand, I trek up the stairs to my room to start on my homework. After a grueling three hours of mind-numbing algebra homework, my father came creeping out of his study knowing that dinner was ready.
“Jazmyn! Dinner!!” my mother yelled from downstairs, sounding miles away.
“Ok! Coming!” I respond back.
Slipping out of the door and cutting across the hallway, I crept down the stairs and past the throne room. The door was cracked and the light to my dad’s study was on. It is usually off limits to us but my curiosity got the best of me. I stepped up to the door sliently and could hear my father on the phone talking to someone.
“No. She’s not coming. He will be there and I don’t want them associating.”
I tried to consume what I just heard. Shuffling past the door quietly, I saunter into the dinning room. I had my poker face on, trying my hardest not to look guilty. I had decided to ask my dad if I could go with him in front of my mom. I get a better chance of getting what I want from him if I asked in front of her. After a few minutes I went in for the attack.
“Mmmm. Mom these potatoes are fantastic.” I say smiling at my mother.
“Suck up.” J.C. mumbled under his breath.
“What do you want?” my dad said, hesitantly, raising his eyebrow.
I feigned a look of shock and appall. “Why would you think I want something, Daddy?” I stated in a sweet and innocent voice, so syrupy sweet.
Then J.C. jumped in with his two cents.
“It’s because you are acting like a suck up.” he said, sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“What? I can’t be nice?” I asked looking defiant
“Then just tell him what you want.”
At that I looked to the head of the table where my father sat looking regal and shining. Sometimes I forget he is who he really is, not just my dad.
“Daddy, can I go with you to your meeting?” I asked trying not to look at his face, but I couldn’t help it. Then his face turned purple and then flashed as bright as a tomato.
“NO YOU MAY NOT YOUNG LADY!!! You’re not leaving this house ESPECIALLY on a school night.” he said is voice filled with authority.
“But dad...” I said meekly.
“Don’t ‘but dad’ me. You are not going and that is final.” he said with a stern face, unmoving.
“That’s not even fair! You let J.C. go when he was my age and you won’t let me go?”
“Because I said so, and that all I am going to say on the matter.” he growled, pushing his chair from the table and stomping from the room, making the dishes clatter loudly.
Rephrasing that should come under consideration.
