oc/Nico Later, I don't own Percy Jackson!
I roll over,my back conecting to the cold wall of my room,and in that millisecond,I remember everything,my name what I'm
supposed to be doing,that happens often,sometimes,it will all fade away,and rather than being simple idiotic Lily Amy Jones
I'll be a secret agent or on some sort of adventure. But something would always interupt that dream,a bystander wanting my
attention,a techer yelling. Sometimes I think its a blessing,frankly I'm fooling myself,thinking I'll be anything great,I won't hell,
here's my life plan,pass hight school with straight C's,get some stupid job,and well,thats all I have so far.
I then,remeber I have school that day,and rush out of bed,taking the sheets and blankets with me,falling head first to the carpet.
"Shite!" I whispered,standing and walking off to the dresser where I had laid out my cloths the day before.I slip the cloths on,I honestly don't know what they are,I'm two groggy,I grab a brush,raking it through my dark brown hair,running out of the house,attempting to make it out of the house before my mother sees me,my mother owns a library down staries,so people are constantly barging in,with a new book request.
I managed somehow make it out of the house without any hassel,I walked over the the bus stop,were Lucie was waiting. Lucie was
a pale,small girl,how had to use crutches,she had short red hair,litered with black was leaning on a bus sign,staring
at nothing,dark eyes glazed over.I walked over to her,my feet making padding noises that didn't distururb her from her visit to Lala land.
"Hey!" I yell,causing her to scream,and nearly slide off the sign. She sends me a glare,and then I seem to remember that she takes
anger managment. Yikes!I'm so dead! I want to note before I die,I wish to have Green day playing,also Mom,I set the kitchen on fire
three years ago,not the babysitter.
I still can't belive from Lucie all I got was a attempted pucnch,rather than being fucking murdered,oh well,that means I confessed for
nothing,ah well. The walk to the school was quiet,as always,I knew that was her thinking time. Was it weird we knew when
not to talk to eachother already? Weve only know eachother for like,6 months,yet I could name her facts like the colors of a
rainbow.
When we reach school,that feeling of dread comes at me,and dropps to the bottom of my belly,like a stone in a well.
Natruly I hated this school,see I disliked any school,but this I hated,it was a reform school,for people with 'problems'.
Did I have 'problems'? Hell fricken' yes! In the schools eyes,I didn't do no wrong,no kid did. They blamed our rents'.
They said I had Anger issues because my father left. Not true in the slightest I just liked to hit people.
They said I was keplomatic because of my mother not getting enough money,that was also a lie. I liked things,is that so
wrong? I found others stuff intersting,so? The only thing they couldn't blame was my ADHD and dislexia,but who
knows they might make some bull shite story by next week!
The thing was,I didn't care,as long as I had my mom,and Lucie I didn't need anyone else.I didn't want anyone else.
Then again,the Fates can be real bitches! Just one question,why me!