Divine Confidential
Chapter One
I spot Uncle Reed and Aunt Phoebe immediately, they were standing near the street entrance of the baggage claim in Atlanta. I walk over to them saying, "All right, the diva is here. Divine Matthews-Hardison is back."
I remove the strap of my loaded-down Gucci backpack from my shoulder, praying that I'm not left with a bruise because I intend on wearing my new halter top tomorrow that Mom bought me in Martinique. She's finally loosening up enough to let me wear halters. I'm fifteen and starting tenth grade soon. I had to tell her to get a clue -- I'm growing up.
"You won't believe what I had to sit beside on the plane. He was like, so totally gross." Tossing my hair over my shoulders, I huff, "They let anybody buy a first-class ticket these days."
I stiffen, momentarily distracted by my aunt's neon-g ... read full excerpt from Divine Confidential ebook
