PROLOGUE
"Meet Me!" Flashes across the screen. Don't you just lo-ove dating sites? I hate them. It's all my mom ever did, date and drink.
My schoolbag is on the kitchen floor, with all my belongings in it. But I'm so scared that she'll notice me, I won't go get it.
Mom's flirting online with some guy. I wonder how long until she notices its past 9 and we haven't had dinner yet. When, no if she does, chances are she'll be too drunk to care. Right now I figure she's planning on going out to some club.
The annoying upbeat sound of our phone ringing interrupts my thoughts, and I start to get up.
"Hi! **pause** Oh my god you can't be" There's another pause and the chatter continues, followed by some giggles that fade into the background as I silently make my up the stairs and into my room.
God, will this ever end? Funny how I can have so many problems and still be annoyed by Mr. Boris' math lesson.
At least tonight I won't be going home to get yelled at and hit for whatever I've done. Oh, and it was almost lunch break.
"Class, I have a very important announcement to make before lunch." Mr. Boris said, suddenly gaining my attention. Anything to pass the time I guess.
"Next week we will be welcoming a new student from Long Island, New York. His name is Grover Underwood. I hope you will all be very welcoming and hopefully befriend him despite his condition." Mr. Boris continued.
"What condition?" A girl's voice spoke out. Such a nosy kid, what made it her business?
"He has a condition preventing him to participate in gym and most playground games." He went on, ignoring her rudeness. I was no longer listening; I would be long gone before he arrived. Besides, he sounded like a loser-couldn't play playground games? Yeah, he would fit right in. Wow, I even think sarcastically, was the last my last thought before the lunch bell rang.
School was over and I was on the school bus. There was a kid that got off down the street from a subway station. If I got off there, I could take the subway across the city, and sleep in the tunnels.
The bus squeaked to a stop, and I got off with nothing but a dirty look from the bus driver. I was free.
Just as I thought my life was finally looking up, the storm clouds began to clear, and the sun shone on the pavement, wet from the recent thunderstorm. Maybe the ground would be dry by tonight and I wouldn't have to sleep in a subway tunnel (Which would really freak me out by the way)
As I reached the station a familiar voice makes me stop in my tracks. I slip behind a wall, trying not to look suspicious.
"I really don't know what to do. She avoids me like the plague." My mom whined.
"I understand Meredith, but I can sense Thalia's powers developing. It may be early but it's an issue that needs to be addressed." A man's voice said. Whoa, were they talking about me?
"I just don't know how I'm going to talk to her, she seems, well, scared of me." Mom sighed desperately. "I know I should spend more time with her, I know I get mad and frustrated with her sometimes, I know I yell, but she isn't the easiest child to raise you know." Amazing how she fails to mention that sometimes, when she's really mad, she gets violent.
"Oh yes, I know. But don't shoot the messenger." The man chuckled. "We will be sending a satyr next week will attend your daughter's school and befriend her. His name is Grover Underwood, and I'm afraid he's quite young." No way he was talking about me. And what was up with this Grover kid? Why did I keep hearing about him? "Now I must depart, plenty more people to see and messages to be delivered. I wish you luck."
"Bye..." Mom's voice trailed off, as if he had left to fast for her to say goodbye. Then her footsteps echoed across the small space, and faded away.
I shook my head to clear it, deciding that I was losing it, hearing things just like I sometimes saw things.
