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Monsters are a part of a kids imagination. But, in my world, they are my reality.
Everything went wrong as soon as I hit my 15th birthday. I knew that I was different for a while now, a freak. People stared at me, I was the Goth to them. They wouldn't be caught dead calling my name. Send those rejects to Hades, I say.
So, back to my birthday, it is on the 22nd December, I know, three days from Christmas. It was the last day of the winter term at school, and I was ecstatic. My mum and I planned to moved to New York, in a few days time, that meant that I would get rid of all those losers that wanted to feel oblivious to my existence. But, my luck wouldn't stretch that much, as usual something went wrong. And this time is was my fault.
As I've already said, I am an obsessive Goth. I wear black eyeliner, skinny black jeans, military boots and normally a black shirt. Unfortunately my name is Sam, which is more of a male name than a female, but my father chose it, so I am a little protective of my name.
My father is never around, he left my mother when I was only a month old. I still dream of his warm smile, even though I would doubt that he would want a dyslexic, ADHD, OCD, Gothic neat freak as his daughter.
Of course, I don't have any friends, as the only people who come up to me, are people like teachers or a new student asking for directions. But, I saw them first. They were a group of at least a dozen boys, all of the same build, with rippling muscles and embarrassing tattoos, that I would have had removed as quick as I got them. They were all so white that their skin looked almost blue, and not forgetting that they were all around 2 foot tall.
One boy, who must've been at least 16 winked at me as he noticed my presence for the first time. Let me get this straight, none, and I mean none of the boys at school would be caught dead acknowledging my presence. Let alone some sort of jock.
I pretended that I didn't notice him, so I turned my back and stalked towards the dining hall, hoping that my little table at the back in the shadows, was more or less empty. But no such luck, as the new jock patrol had followed me in, sitting all around me as I slouched on the very uncomfortable chairs.
"Hey gorgeous, mind if we join ya?" the one that winked at me said. I took this as a rhetorical question, as they were already lounging on the seats around my usually empty table. But the 'gorgeous' part set my teeth on edge. No one called me that. Ever.
"Hey man, I don't think she likes us, hows about we go to a new table?" the one on the leader's right muttered.
"No, we will stay here, until we get what we want Adelphos," (a-thel-phos) the leader turned in my direction. Even though I have never studied Greek, I knew that the leader had called him his brother. "Now let's get back to you, gorgeous. My name is Mist; this is Storm, my lieutenant; Grey; Ice; Snow …" by this point, I stopped listening. How could Mist be his real name? How could he expect an ADHD, dyslexic to listen as he ran through about a dozen names that didn't fit in with the names that kids these days were called. I mean, who would call their kid Ice? Or Grey? Or Mist?
"Er … hi. My name is Sam, and I am a complete freak," I said, To my surprise, none of them even cracked a smile, they just stared at me intently, daring me to carry on. "And that is all you need to know."
"'All we need to know', hey? Let me tell you this then, we know more about you than you care to think, our patron kept us well informed about you, daughter of -"
"That is enough Mist, she doesn't even know the truth herself yet," the one called Grey spoke up. He had a container in his hand full of what looked like red liquid. I hope that it wasn't what I was thinking it was.
"This is not over demi-, er … I mean, Sam. We only come in peace, unless you will not join our cause, then you had better start praying to your fa- any god of your choice, before you become an ice sculpture. We will give you until the end of the day, then meet me in the year 10 playground, where we can settle this matter," and with that they slumped out the door, dragging their huge bodies behind them.
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