A.N.: Hey guys, what's up? So here's my second stab at Percy Jackson fanfiction. This one is not at all a part of Greek mythology, just a regular, mortal high school world. So, I'll just let you guys get to reading, so that you can decide whether or not you actually like this story. So, feel free to leave a review, send a PM, and of course, enjoy. Until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.
Annabeth POV
The first day of school. It always held mixed feelings for me. Especially now that it was junior year. On one hand, there was the fact that school was starting again and I had the chance to learn something that I didn't last year. But then on the other hand, there were the different people that were there. One of them, Clarisse la Rue, the resident bully of the school, constantly picked on me for being smart, and being such a "know it all". But I try to not look at the negatives, and focus more on the positives. I guess you could say that I'm an optimist like that. I take one last look at my digital alarm clock, reading the gray display, and saw that I had five minutes to get outside for the bus, or else I would miss it. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was hoping that I looked alright. For the first day of school, it being so hot, I decided on wearing gray denim short shorts, a gray tank top, gray flannel, and my black converse. There wasn't really anything special about my appearance. I grabbed my glasses and put them on before grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs to say bye to my family. When I got downstairs, my father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the day's newspaper, my step-brothers were sitting in the living room watching cartoons, SpongeBob by the sounds of it. And my stepmother was nowhere to be seen. That's just the way I like it. She didn't really like me, and I didn't like her, so we tried to stay out of each other's hair as possible. At least it wasn't one of those abusive relationships that you hear about in sad news stories, so I guess that had to count for something.
I left the house, backpack on my shoulders, and I walked to the curb, waiting for my bus to stop and pick me up. While I was waiting, I stood there, staring at the grass. In all its green color. It was a nice change of pace from all the black, white, and gray that I had to stare at everywhere else.
I should probably explain about that. When everyone is born, they are unable to see color. When they start to feel love from someone, they start to see the different colors of the rainbow, one color at a time. But the thing is, unless it's true love, then you only gain one color. The love that I have from my father was only strong enough to give me vision into all the shades of green. Any other color, and I see it as a shade of gray. So when the bus pulls up alongside me, the only thing I see is a big mass of a really light shade of gray with black stripes. I got on, and I saw the usual sight of the slightly green seats, the pops of bright green here and there from kids' clothes, but other than that, everything else was the usual shade of gray. I sat down and pulled out my book, reading the black words on white pages. At least that's are something I know will never change. I just hope that I won't have to wait too long before I get to see what the rest of the world looks like.
Twenty minutes later, and the bus was pulling into the parking lot of the local high school, Divinity High. The town we lived in was named Olympus, so it was obvious that the schools were going to named after something in Greek mythology, and so Divinity High was born. Our school mascot was Zeus, the king of the Gods, which just fed into the idea even further.
Walking into the school, you could see where all the different cliques were. As soon as you walk in, you could see the loners, the geeks, the outcasts, the group that didn't really fit in anywhere but with themselves. Turn right and you see different friends meeting up and talking, the auditorium to the right, where the band members met up, the vending machines where kids who don't eat breakfast, it was all as I remembered it last year. The cafeterias were filled with the ethnic minorities, who were blastic their respective music, being loud and obnoxious, acting like they were still in elementary school rather than high school. Outside the gym were the not-so-popular jocks and their not-so-popular friends. Farther down the hall were the popular girls who acted like they were God's gift to man; across from them were the female athletes, and whoever their friends were, and then there was everyone else roaming the halls, not in a group or a clique, just on their own.
And me? Well I'm not really a part of anything. Everyone, they have at least two parents that love them, so they're able to see most colors. They get two of the primaries. Unfortunately, I'm a bit different. My mom, Alison Chase, died when I was really young, too young to remember her. And because of the fact that I remind my dad too much of my mom for him to properly love me, I get a color, but since I'm not fully loved like I should, I get a secondary, green. It was fucked up, but what else can I do? It's not my fault my dad doesn't love me the way that a parent should.
But enough of my sob story. Right now, I had to find my way to first period English. Now I'm all for school and all, but I hate English with a burning passion. Despite my love to read, I have dyslexia, not to mention my ADHD, so it makes it really hard to concentrate, let alone read. It was infuriating to have the want to read, and then have the letters just start to float off of the page, rearranging themselves so that I can't tell if the word is reams or smear. It's so frustrating to have to deal with that. But it was what I had to do to get by in school. No teacher really knows that I have dyslexia because I don't want to be seen as different by anybody anymore than I already am. Everybody already knows about my inability to see any color other than green, I didn't need them to have any other reason to make me more of an outcast.
So there I was, sitting in my English class, waiting for it to start. There was the usual start of school announcements, how the bell schedule would be wonky because teachers were introducing themselves to students and the expectations for the class. Mr. Blofis was in the middle of explaining how homework would account for a quarter of our grade when Principal Zoltan walked in.
"Hi, how's everyone doing?" He addressed the class before he turned to Mr. Blofis, "I have a new student to join your class."
As he said that, someone stepped into the doorway. I was immediately captivated by him, or more accurate, his eyes. I could actually see what colors his eyes were. They were this beautiful shade of green, and I just couldn't help but staring. It was almost like that time that my mom had taken me to the ocean when I was a baby, before she died. Wait, since when could I remember my mom?