Diantha Jones [Oracle of Delp Prophecy of the Most Beautiful

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.Prophecy of the Most BeautifulOracle of Delphi Series, Book OneBy Diantha JonesPublished by Diantha JonesCopyright 2012 Diantha JonesThis book is a work of fiction.The names, character, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law.Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.Your support of the author’s rights is greatly appreciated.*****DEDICATED TO FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND THE READERSMAY TEXT MESSAGES AND STATUS UPDATES NEVER BE THE ONLY TIME YOU READ.*****I.ChloeChloe hated to be stared at.She found that people's eyes said so much more than their lips ever could, and she didn't particularly like what either had to say.Staring eyes made her feel invaded, like her deepest secrets were being revealed, and as she walked through the student parking lot of Cook High School that cold, January morning, the invasion was unbearable.No one tried to hide the fact that they were staring at her.Most stared in huddled groups.Some even pointed.And then the whispering began.Maybe it was because she had just returned to school from another week long suspension –– her fourth that year, setting a record for most suspensions for any student currently attending Cook.Maybe they were discussing whether she'd taken her medication that morning before coming to school––she hadn't, but she would lie if questioned about it.Or maybe it was the fact that she was dressed more for a blizzard in Antarctica than a rather cold day in Adel, Georgia that made her attendance that day so gossip worthy.Jeans, a thick gray sweater, an even thicker black coat, black skull cap, purple earmuffs, gloves, a colorful scarf, and her favorite purple snow boots––she could admit to herself that she was a bit overdressed.There wasn't even any snow, but she had been hoping the overcast sky and unusual chill meant snow might at least be on its way and she had dressed for the occasion.As she stalked past a group of snickering teenagers––she noticed one of her biggest arch enemies and old track and field rival, Stacey Crew among the group––she hiked up the collar of her coat and buried her chin deeper into her scarf.She heard Stacey make a comment that included the word "psycho" and a bunch of laughter followed.She walked faster, blaming herself.She had given her fellow students all the ammunition they needed to make her life a living hell.Four suspensions in one year––she wished she could start over and try again.She wished there was a way to make herself invisible, fade away in front of their eyes like an apparition and never be heard from again.She wished her hair that stuck out of the bottom of her cap like a bundle of bristle wasn't so wild, or so red.Oh, how the other girls loved to give her grief about that.More than anything though, she wished she could run away to a place and time where her life could be different, where she was destined for something other than being the object of constant ridicule and scorn.She wished a lot of things that were never granted.The stares Chloe got from the athletes bothered her the most.The way the cheerleaders turned their noses up at her.The way the football players looked disgusted by her.The way her former track mates looked down on her as if they couldn't understand how she could have ever been a part of them.Even though she had been the best sprinter their school had ever seen, they still had never considered her part of their crowd.Their eyes had always held the same opinion of her that everyone else's did: Chloe is a freak.You're not a freak, Chloe, a voice in her head said."I am.I am a freak," She mumbled."Look at me.I'm talking to myself."The voice giggled.No you're not.You're talking to me.She didn't respond to that."Morning, Chloe Clever!"She often found herself startled by the voices that weren't inside her head––the voices belonging to actual people.So after her heart skipped a beat, she turned to look at the short girl keeping pace beside her––her only kind-of friend in the world."Oh.Hi, Smurfey." Usually she attempted a more enthusiastic greeting for the girl whose real name was Christina, but that day, just the thought of the effort it would take to fake happiness exhausted her."Hey! How's it go––" They both leapt out of the way of a line of rowdy skateboarders.Derrick Fisherman and his heathen clan of skater cronies, wearing short-sleeved shirts and scarves, as if that made any sense.Smurfey shot them the finger and shouted, "Just because my name is Smurfey doesn't mean I'm so small you can just run me over, you morons!" Chloe only buried her face deeper into her scarf and forged ahead.Smurfey had said all that needed to be."Now where were we? Oh yeah," Smurfey continued, catching up, "How's it going, Chloe Clever? Warm enough?" She yanked on the sleeve of Chloe's coat.Even Smurfey thought she was overdressed."I thought I told you to stop calling me by my full name." They had reached the school entrance and she hurried inside, leaving Smurfey to fight with the door that was almost heavier than she was."When have I ever listened to you? I like saying your name.Get over it." Smurfey was doing her best to keep up with Chloe's long stride as they weaved through the student-filled hallway.She changed the subject."Guess what though?" She pulled her hood from over her short brunette hair and grinned with excitement.Chloe rolled her eyes."I don't feel like guessing today, Smurfey.So spare me the usual drama and just tell me."Smurfey looked disappointed with the lost opportunity to play her daily game of twenty one million freaking questions, but exclaimed, "I got an 'A' on my giggle test yesterday!"Chloe had made it to her locker, but stopped turning the lock to look down at Smurfey."What in the world is a giggle test?""Aw, Chloe, you remember! The section I've been studying for my drama class for weeks now? You know, the art of laughing? Wait, let me show you." Smurfey broke out into a loud, very ridiculous giggle that drew many nasty glances from students meandering by.Chloe slapped a gloved hand over Smurfey's mouth."I know what giggling sounds like." She yanked the bit of her glove––the part Smurfey had bitten down on purposely––from between the girl's teeth to open her locker and began to take off her arctic wear.She peeled away her coat after stuffing her gloves into the pockets, then tossed her earmuffs into her backpack.She saved the dreaded unveiling of her hair for last, and when it had been revealed, she could tell by the look on Smurfey's face that, as usual, it was quite a sight to see."Really, double C?" She said standing on the tips of her toes, "It's wilder than usual today.What did you do, sleep with your head in a hole last night?" She mussed with Chloe's bushel of hair for a moment before returning to the flats of her feet.She shook her head as though her attempt at hair-wrangling had been unsuccessful."No.I slept at my desk." It was only a partial lie.She hadn't slept at all, but had sat by her window all night, staring up into an unusually starless sky, trying not to fall asleep.Whatever it took not to have anymore of those freaky nightmares again…the ones she always died in.“So are you still going to run dialogues with me this afternoon?"Chloe wanted to slam her head in her locker door for agreeing to help Smurfey with her dialogues the week before.Taking Drama as an elective was a waste of Smurfey's time, and running dialogues was a waste of hers."Sure.Why not?"Smurfey responded in the worst British accent Chloe had ever heard [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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