Hai there! So guys, this is my first fan fiction EVER; I just made an account, and I've always wanted to write about my own demi-gods, so...Well, this happened! I really hope you like it, and I'd appreciate it if you more experienced authors (or even those newbies like me cx) would give me tips and reviews! THANKS!
My gut clenched as I stared up at the name of the school- Good High School, where 'We make Goode things happen!' I shuffled my feet as I approached the door.
In front of me, several teens chatted; Girls who flipped their hair and laughed too loud and basically were your stereotype 'populars'. I steered clear of them, yanking open the door and slipping inside before they could follow. Rude, sure; But I was in a hurry. Sort of.
I shoved my beloved beanie off my head and stuffed it in my back pocket, lifting my head. In front of me lay a hallway; Purple lockers and purple-er wallpaper, with more cheesy quotes like 'GOODE students succeed!' I chewed my fingernails as I walked, an annoying habit.
The hall was filled with students. They bumped, jostled, and laughed, hurting my ears. I felt like a soccerball. When I finally got to my locker, I struggled to take my bag off without looking awkward. Then, hunching my shoulders, I stared at the lock.
"Okay...Nine...Forty-two...Forty-five..." It didn't open.
My eye twitched. I leaned closer, fiddling with the lock, my fingers slipping. I cursed softly, running a hand through my uncombed pixie cut and glaring at the numbers. I didn't mind being late- I would get in trouble one way or another as an ADHD victim- but I was annoyed. I tried one more time, but got zilch.
I was just about to try yanking it open when a voice from behind me said, "Problem?" I nearly jumped out of my skin, turning. My hand instantly crept into my back-pocket, where I kept my...Reserves. My eyes trailed to meet whoever's had spoken.
It was a boy about my age- 15- with dark blonde hair and playful, sea-green eyes. I stared at him for a moment, squinting. He arched a brow and I instantly returned my gaze to my lock, scowling.
"Yes? No? Maybe so?" His voice was just as teasing as his gaze, but I wasn't falling for it. I clenched my fists and muttered, "Nope."
He studied me before shrugging. "Suit yourself." And then he was gone, dissolved in the crowd.
I eventually got it open, but I was still two minutes late. When I entered the class, the woman teaching looked up at me- An old, shriveled lady with piercing blue-gray eyes and stringy dark hair. I narrowed my eyes down at my desks, fumbling to open my binder without making too much noise.
The lady pursed her lips, still staring at me. "Allie...Notecin?
I didn't look at her, but I imagine she could hear my teeth grinding as I slammed my pencil onto the desk. "AOE. NOTHCIRC." I muttered curtly. She arched two brows, glaring at me. I ignored her.
"Hnn..." She grumbled, before putting down her little old-fashioned, scratched-up clipboard. "Today, you youn'uns will each be examinin' yer own spider..." She scribbled the word 'Arachnid' on the board. For some reason, the girl next to me made a little choking sound, going pale. When the teacher stared at her, though, she quickly looked down.
The girl had tousled blonde hair and silvery eyes, which was cool, because I'd never met anyone with that eye colour before. She took notes as the teacher babbled on, beginning to sketch- Small designs of buildings, fountains, houses. I couldn't understand it from the corner of my eye, but she was a good artist- Almost as good as me.
"Aoe?" I glanced up, my eyebrows knit together. The little old lady was glaring at me. "I said, ma'am, your partner is Ron."
I didn't even know we had partners. I glanced to my other side- My left- and met the eyes of a curly-haired boy with chocolate skin and innocent brown eyes. He waved at me, then shifted his desk closer.
"I'm Ron," He said, unneccassarily. My eye twitched, and I nodded. "Uh-huh."
"So...I suppose we should read the directions?" He leaned over until his shoulder touched mine. Instantly, I scooted my chair away, my expression guarded.
He looked apologetic. "Oh...Sorry. Well, um, it says here...Actually, why don't you read?" He smiled, then shifted the paper over to my desk.
I glared at my feet, clenching my pencil in one hand and fingering my back pocket with the other. "Dyslexic," I muttered.
"Oh..." He said, again. He looked lost. He peeked under my desk, where I had several stacked books- Books on drawing, fantasy, anything but nonfiction. He arched a brow.
"I can still read. It's just difficult. And..Yeah," I finished, lamely.
"Okay," He said slowly, glaring at me. I had a feeling I wasn't very convincing, however true it might be. "I'll go get the spiders."
When he brought them over, I flinched. I stared at the thing- It was alive, crawling around in a little clear plastic container with no lid. It seemed to study me, its hairy legs click-clacking against the bottom of its prison.
I stared back at it, trying to scoot my chair back, but there was another desk behind me. I gulped, my brows drawing together, and stammered, "W-Why don't you study it? I'll..Write stuff down." I tried for a smile, but it came out lopsided, and the corners of my lips twitched.
He hit me with that piercing brown gaze again. "Okay." He picked the thing up by its middle while the legs flailed wildly. I stared at it in utter disgust, gripping my pencil so hard I thought it would snap.
"Mm...Looks like a regular spider to me. Adult, maybe. Female?" He tickled the bottom of it with his finger, and I wanted to retch. I focused on the paper, scribbling down whatever he had said. But my eyes kept flitting around- I blamed it on my ADHD. I stared at the girl, who was paired with another girl with dark brown hair and kaleidoscope eyes who seemed just as disgusted at the creature as she was. They were both pale and poking the thing, muttering about 'Arachne' and 'Children'. I stared at them oddly.
I didn't notice the spider until it sank its fangs into my hand.