Annabeth's POV
Don't Trust Me
Why do I go to a school for delinquent rich kids? The answer I give other kids here is that I shoplifted. A lot. The real reason was simple, my dad made me. He thought that it would be safer for me since I had a habit of getting myself into trouble often. It was never my fault, but somehow I was always involved.
I pranced into school with a large posse following in my tracks. It was about six other girls, but who was counting? They lived off the ground I walked on. I was their one-way ticket to popularity. I didn't mind being used like that, didn't I do the exact same to get this high up in the first place? My flat, tanned stomach lurched at the memory. I ignored it.
"Annabeth, where do you want me to put your books?" A fourth grader asked me. I was in sixth grade, Yancy Academy was a kindergarden through eighth grade school.
"Set them by my locker. I'll put them away later." She ran off. Everyone knows where my locker is.
I was talking to a friend of mine Juniper while everyone else listened intently, trying to get the latest gossip so they could pass it on. "-And then he said, 'I'll be there in ten.' He didn't even ask me if he could come over!" I hadn't really cared when a younger student came over to my house without an invitation. It was something to talk about though, and fill weird silences with.
"What a pig." She said. Juniper was my best friend since I sort of dumped my old one. My stomach did the lurch thing again. And I ignored it…Again.
After me, Juniper was one of the girls that all of the boys fell in love with. She had brilliant green eyes and always wore dark green eyeliner that made them 'pop' even more. Her brown spaghetti strap shirt has pink flower designs and her short jean skirt showed off those long legs she got from spending so much time outdoors. She wore shiny pink ballet flats made her feet look good.
We walked to Mythology class together with some other girls. Juniper rolled her eyes. "This class is so so boring! I wish we could use this time to go to different countries like how all of the other schools in this area get to." She flicked her hair over her shoulder, an aggravated looked etched across her face.
I liked Mythology, and all of my other classes for that matter. Not like I could tell anyone, I would officially be labeled as a first class nerd if anyone knew that I could speak Greek and got +A's on all of my assignments.
"You know that we can't. Our school has had way too many 'incidents' to be able to go anywhere, especially out of the U.S. Remember what Connor and Travis did when we went to the zoo? Now Yancy's band to go there for thirty more years."
She laughed at the memory. "I still can't believe that they threw a water bottle full of pee at the monkeys!" She grabbed her stomach and laughed harder, I laughed with her. That was the thing about being popular, you have to always look like you're having a blast or people will think your just plain boring.
In the hallway I saw a boy who looked about my age. He was talking to one of my old friends named Grover. Grover was talking excitedly to the new kid and using wild hand gestures I remembered he used to use around me.
The boy clipped a red flag on Grover's wheel chair and Grover pushed his chair around in circles whistling and hooting like he was in some sort of race. I smiled.
I knew Grover could see me, but chose to pretend he didn't. I understood, I would do the same thing if it was him who had dumped me as a friend.
The new kid had raven black hair and was sort of small and skinny looking, but in a cute way. I subconsciously slowed my walking and tucked a loose curl behind my ear.
What am I doing? Luckily, neither Juniper nor anyone else noticed. By the time they had left sight another thing was on my ADHD mind. Evaluating my new 'friends'.
Juniper may be what you call popular, but she isn't like the other wannabe's who I hung around with; she also wasn't as mean.
Drew was another story. She was hard to contain and would often try to take the spot light, not like she ever succeeded. I was about the only one who could ever keep her under control. She was rude and bossy and just plain scary at times.
There were some others too, but all of them come and go.
Then something interrupted my thoughts.
Drew gave a small snort and whispered to me, "What a dork. I feel sorry for the poor soul, being the new kid stinks…Even more when you're not even half the size of the thirdies." She giggled. Thirdies were the sixth graders nick names for the third graders.
He wasn't that small, I thought.
"Don't you think so?" She asked me. I paused, not knowing whether to say the truth or lie.
"I guess…" I shrugged wrapping a finger around a curl in my ponytail. She raised an eye brow as if questioning me. "Let's just get to class."
My posse and I walked to the Mythology classroom silently, other than the few girls who were whispering and giggling quietly. For once I wished I could just get away from them all and be left alone to really think. Do what a daughter of Athena does best! I could hear my mother almost singing in my ear.
If only I could use her advice.
R&R: Should I continue this? Is the length okay? shorter or longer? By the way, if it keeps going, the titles will always be names of songs. This is one of my favorites by 3OH!3
