Okayyyy soooo this is my first fanfic and I'm really nervous about it, so I would appreciate reviews...Just sayin'.

Chapter 1: The Different Sides of My Brain

Alexis's POV

Now, I've seen some pretty strange things in my life. Some of which, including a bunch of senior citizens singing a song about beavers (don't ask) and fat guy on a unicycle playing the viola. But nothing beats what I was about to see. In fact, what I saw was easily way more interesting and definitely more exciting than a fat guy and old dudes.

Social Studies is easily the most boring class around, and having ADHD and dyslexia didn't help either. It was my last class before the bell rang and I kept on telling myself to refrain from falling asleep. We were learning American History for the tenth time and it didn't get any better than the last nine times I learned it. I looked at my classmates and it looked like they were having the same thoughts. Except Andrew, that is. Andrew is the nerdiest, yet hottest thirteen going to be fourteen year old alive. Right from his muscled abs and well toned body to his chocolaty brown eyes which were staring avidly at the teacher, who was going over something about a fat guy who knew French. I think he was talking about Benjamin Franklin? Oh, well.

I blushed when I realized Andrew caught me staring and looked down quickly. I glanced at him again to find him giving me a knowing smile. I looked down again embarrassed. My uncooperative neck craned my head up at Andrew again, just in time to see him mouth, "Wait for me at your locker."

I nodded to say I understood.

I wouldn't like to call myself pretty, but I am definitely above average. I know, from all the Valentine's Day cards I have received. I liked how my reflection looked in the mirror, though. I have long, thick, wavy, black hair which goes a little bit longer than my shoulders. I usually keep it down to let it fall across the sides of my head. I don't use makeup but I honestly don't need it. I think it makes me look fake, like a Barbie doll.

What I really like, are my eyes. They're a dazzling, sea blue color that stands out against my naturally tan skin. My friends always complain about why I don't use eye shadow to make my eyes standout more, and I always respond, "It's because I don't want to join a freak show."

It was really surprising was that Andrew wanted to talk to me. I honestly thought that he would go after some snobby know-it-all who thinks it's cool to talk in a high pitched nasal voice and apply excessive amounts of makeup.

Then the panicky side of my brain started to think that maybe he only wanted to tell me that I disgust him with my over excessive staring! Before I could think of more ways to put myself down, a voice I didn't want to hear interrupted me.

"Ms. Garlend! Would you like to explain to the class why you found it more interesting to gawk at Mr. Kell than listen to me?" he asked angrily. "These lectures you find boring will be on next years pre-tests you know!"

I reddened when I realized I was indeed staring at Andrew and I turned a dark shade of crimson, when I realized I was drooling.

I looked down so he wouldn't see me mutter curses at him under my breath. How dare him! That old geezer! He had no right to single me out like that! He knows no one listens to him anyway! I thought to myself, At least he didn't use my first name.

My full name is Anastasia Alexis Isabella Garlend. It makes me sound like some painting in an art gallery. I have people call me by my first middle name, though. I don't think I could live if I had to answer to "Anastasia" 24/7. But I don't hear my full name often. Only by my friends when they're trying to annoy me and my dad when he's angry or when he's talking about mom. You see, it was my mom who picked my name out. She dropped me off on my dad's doorstep one day, in a basket all wrapped up in blankets with a letter explaining why she had to leave, my name, birthday and the rest of that whole mumbo jumbo.

My dad says she left because of family commitment, but he's always been a bad liar. So, I ask to see the letter myself, but he claims "he's misplaced it" or something. But sometimes, when its quiet at home, I find him reading a piece of paper with feminine handwriting and then when I ask him what he's reading, he would say, 'She'll explain when your older,' and then glance out the window as if he expects someone to pop up. By "she", I assume he's talking about mom, but that's impossible and he knows it. I'm actually hoping he'll explain today because it's my fourteenth birthday. It's just the two of us having my favorite food for dinner. No party, nothing.

Don't worry young demigod, I will explain everything your father didn't before you become my dinner!

I almost jumped out of my seat screaming, "Bloody Murder!"

I thought, just for a minute, that I had heard Andrew's voice in my mind. I glanced at him only to find him taking notes avidly.

That's it, I'm definitely going insane, I thought to myself.

I went through the rest of class without imagining any sounds or zoning out. The bell rang and I collected my stuff and got out of there as fast as I could; like the rest of the adolescent kids in my class. Summer was seriously getting to us. With only a week left in school, how could you blame us?

When I got to my locker, Andrew was there waiting. The normally busy hallway was now deserted except for me, Andrew, and some emo kid at the end of the hall that looked like he was trying to eavesdrop.

I looked at Andrew and gave my best flirtatious smile, "Hey, Andrew."

"Don't stall demigod!" he snarled, and right before my eyes, he grew taller and taller until he was well over nine feet and almost touching the ceiling. I looked up fearfully and what I saw definitely qualified for weird. I couldn't see his well toned abs through, his now, dirty white shirt anymore. Instead of two eyes; the guy I had once called hot and gossiped over, had one large chocolaty brown eye and an ugly warped face.

I backed up quickly and almost fell down the stairs, racking my brain to recall the name of the monster I saw.

"Oh, why didn't I pay more attention to my sixth grade Social Studies teacher when we were learning about Greek Mythology?" I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, I remembered what Andrew had turned into, and I was almost sorry I did. There was no way what I was seeing was true. But, even as I tried to convince the panicky side of my brain nothing was happening, the serious side, which I wish I had more of, knew my imagination wasn't going over board. I looked up into the one eye of the Cyclops as he came closer and closer, his horrible face looming over me. I kept on backing up and, euughh! What was that stench? I guessed that Old Spice Ax didn't work on Cyclops'.

I backed up again to get away from the smell of old socks slapped with year old goat cheese.

I wish I could say I managed to escape from the scary monster and just catch the late bus as it left. But, it didn't happen that way. That was the happy ending part of my brain setting a nice scene before I was about to die.

Instead, I backed up into a corner.

I decided then, that I was allowed to scream.

So, I did.

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Next chapter, we will see the emo kid. And a lot of growling...I know it sounds weird but I promise that it will be better than it sounds.