Notes: Hey there. This is a House of Night fanfiction. It's supposed to be set like Zoey Redbird and all of them had never existed. I'm going to completely remake the books, putting my own ideas in instead of just making the story a bit different but basically keeping the same ideas. I hope you guys don't mind, I won't butcher the story, I promise.
And another thing... January is not a Mary Sue, alright? She does have faults, a lot of them. I've been working on this character for awhile! I hope you all enjoy!
Tears of a Wimpy Kid
My name is January. There, that's my introduction...
Okay, not really. My name is January and I'm also sixteen. I'm also attending high school and am in the school band. I'm also a loser.
I don't mean like a tragic loser. I don't dress up as Frodo from Lord of the Rings on Halloween and I definitely don't collect pogs, stamps or rocks. I am however, in one of the loser groups. Most of my friends are actors, singers, people on the chess team, basketball team, etc. We don't have any smokers in our group and I can assure you that most of them have never heard of personal hygiene.
I know I'm a loser because well, I wasn't always a loser. I wasn't a loser until I hit eighth grade, then it all went download. The first month of the eighth grade I was reveling in my popular glory. The guys liked me, the girls wanted to be me and the teacher's adored me. I didn't even know why, I wasn't exactly that special or attractive but I was funny. I sat at the best cafeteria table and got to the head of the line first regardless if there was other people behind me. People would part for me like the Red Sea when I was coming by.
So one day when I was sitting with my friends making fun of another girl who had came out of the cafeteria with a Scooby Doo sweater.
"Oh my god, you'd think she would've grown out of Scooby Doo. You'd think this was the third grade instead of the eighth." I laughed but then stopped. I felt weird down in my abdominal area. I felt as if a river was flowing through me and I was being drained of all my fluids. I ignored it and kept eating, talking away to my friends.
When the bell rang I got up first and laughed at my friends as I went to put my things in the garbage and put my tray back. I had noticed they all went silent when I left and as I came back they were looking at me wide-eyed and then burst out laughing. Then I realized the rest of the cafeteria was laughing. I went over to the table with a big question mark on my face.
"What's so funny, morons?"
Jordon, the only guy in my group laughed and gave me a disgusted look. "Go talk to somebody else, Carrie."
They all gave me the cold shoulder as the left the cafeteria, leaving me in the giant room full of everyone laughing at me. I sighed helplessly and ran out the side door, heaving for the bathroom. I usually hid in there when something was bothering me and something was DEFINITELY bothering me.
I walked into the bathroom slowly, knowing that no one was in here. No one used this bathroom. The school had six bathrooms, three for the guys, three for the girls, only the student population only used four bathrooms out of the six, leaving one guys bathroom abandoned and the girls one as well.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. I didn't look too bad, nothing looked wrong with me. What were they talking about? I turned around, looking at my new 40$ jeans that I had just bought and... gasped.
"Oh my god," I muttered.
The back of my jeans were stained red and the stain went down to the backs of my legs and started in the front. I was shocked at it but slightly relieved. I had heard about getting my period but no one had really sat down and given' me the whole "low-down." I half sobbed and went to the wall by the mirror and sat down slowly, letting my back slide against the wall. I put my head in my hands for awhile, mulling my thoughts over.
I didn't know what I was doing, I must've half passed out but I found myself feeling like I had sat there for a long time. I was about to open my eyes when I felt a chill pass over me. I shuddered and huddled myself up, feeling a couple degrees chillier. I felt it again as I peeked my eyes open and squealed, my head bashing against the wall, a stab of pain seering into my head.
A cloaked figure stood before me. I could not see his face, all I could see was hands. His one arm was beside him while the other was in front of him, palm up. The palm itself had a intricate design over it and it was glowing.
"Who are-"
"January Hutter! Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; hearken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits your at the House of Night!"
He walked over to where I was sitting or more like glided and stood in front of me. I still couldn't see his face as he bent over and touched my gently on the forehead. I hadn't expected it to hurt. It was only a touch, right? I was a wrong. A blinding pain jolted through my head as I grabbed my hair, clenched my eyes shut and let out a yell. The pain lasted maybe two minutes and then it was over. When I opened my watery eyes, the Tracker was gone.
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