However, I own Hippolyta. Anyway, on with the story!
Look, I'm not a normal kid. How many of you have ADHD? Probably a few. Now, add in some dyslexia. The number drops considerably.
Now, how many of your dreams come true? Sounds like a line from a cheesy romance movie, I know. But, seriously. If I'm asleep, dreams come. And, then those dreams come true. Even the nightmares. That's where this all starts. With a nightmare...
It was sunny, and that's what was distracting me. The sun was getting in my eyes. It was reflecting off of the thing's armor in front of me, making me squint in order to see.
Speaking of the thing in front of me. I rolled to the side as one of it's heads tried to take a bite out of my gut.
And, yes, you heard me correctly. One of it's heads. Meaning it had more than one. In this case, there were nine.
Because of my horrible luck, they were all fixated on me.
I jumped out of the way again as another head swung at me. How could the other people not see this? This was happening in the middle of the park. Plenty of people were surrounding me and this monster.
So, why were none of them panicking? This definitely couldn't happen everyday!
My lack of paying attention cost me. A head managed to hit me in the chest, and I went flying. Right into someone.
The boy turned around to glare at me. "Watch where you're going," he snapped. I noticed his hand flew to his waist when I had startled him. I gasped as I saw what was hanging there. A sword. An actual real-life sword.
He looked closer at me, and then, finally, saw the monster behind me. "That's a-"
"Monster?" I finished. "Yeah."
The boy drew his sword and started to charge the monster. It noticed him- kinda hard to miss him. However, it just knocked him out of the way and came at me again.
The last thing I saw was at least three sets of red, glowing eyes closing in on me.
...
"Hippolyta Graham! Get your butt out of bed this instant or you will miss the school bus!" I groaned and rolled over in my bed. That dream had seemed so real. I had actually woken up with sweat forming on my forehead. I didn't want to get up, nevertheless.
"HIPPOLYTA! THE BUS WILL BE HERE IN FIVE MINUTES AND YOUR ASS BETTER BE ON IT!!"
"Coming, Aunt Kathy," I called.
The torture I call my life had just begun.
I threw on my favorite pair of faded blue jeans and a shirt grabbed at random. Grabbing my bag, I saw that Aunt Kathy hadn't been kidding. I literally had five minutes.
I ran outside my room to the stairs. Deciding it'd be quicker, I slid down the banister, nearly knocking over my cousin on her way down.
I threw a quick "Sorry!" over my shoulder, yet continued down the banister. Leaning forward, I gathered speed. When I was near the bottom, I tensed up. As soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I flipped upward.
My uncle applauded as I landed on my feet. "Oh, ten points," he chortled. "Here," he said, tossing an apple at my head. With my reflexes being what they are, I caught it easily.
"Thanks!" I yelled as I pulled on my sneakers. I ran past him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as I passed. "Gotta go! Don't want to miss the bus!" I used as an explanation.
"Don't make anyone cry today!" Uncle George called after me, jokingly. I smiled. Uncle George had to be one of my most favorite people on the planet. He was my mom's brother, and he and Aunt Kathy had taken me in after Mom passed away. Aunt Kathy didn't like me much. I ruined her image of a perfect family with my history.
See, I never knew my dad. No one actually did, apart from my mother. But then she died, and all hope of ever finding out about him went out the window. I lived with it, though. What else could I do?
I looked down at the army watch Uncle had gotten me for my last birthday. 7:32. Crap. The bus came at 7:35 exactly, every day. It was like the bus driver had OCD about being on time. Which meant I would have to run.
I shouldered my bag and took off. I was a pretty good runner, on the cross country and track teams. But I had three minutes to make it down the three-and-a-half mile drive.
I would be cutting it close.
Halfway down, I could hear the bus coming. I picked up the pace, if possible. I couldn't miss the bus again. Aunt Kathy would kill me. This thought gave my feet wings, and I practically flew down the rest of the driveway.
The bus was just pulling up as I arrived, panting and out of breath.
"Cutting it a bit close today, aren't we?" smirked the bus driver, Mr. Anderson. He seemed to like being evil to us kids.
I shot him my infamous glare that I usually reserved for doctors and Aunt Kathy. If looks could kill, this one would be a mass murderer by now.
The bus started moving, and I fell into my seat. My best friend, Ally, was already in the seat.
"You ran really fast today, Lyta," she commented.
"Couldn't miss the bus again," I said.
"Ooh, the Kat-ster threaten to maim you if she had to drive you again?"
I nodded.
"Remind me why your uncle can't just drive you?"
"He's leaving for work when I leave. He doesn't have time. Plus," I added, lowering my voice. "I think the Kat-ster threatened him as well. She seems to enjoy making my life total and complete hell."
The bus stopped again, with a stomach-churning crunch of the gears. I'm pretty sure buses shouldn't make that noise. A couple more kids got on, and we started up again.
"So, are we going to your house or my house tonight?" asked Ally.
"Huh?" was my eloquent response.
She sighed. Ally was so tolerant of my ADHD, and my general not paying attention. "We have that big project coming up for World History, and you promised to be my partner. Ours is on Greece, remember?"
It was all coming back to me now. "Right," I retorted. "Weren't we going to do this big dramatic thingamajigger again?"
This made Ally roll her eyes. "Yes, remember-"
She was cut off as Mr. Anderson made an extremely sharp turn, almost going up on two wheels. I know buses shouldn't do that.
We shot each other fearful looks. The bus was approaching the highway we had to cross to get to school. This was the most dangerous part of our day. Each day, we felt as if we might not survive this. On more than one occasion, we had almost been hit. I was surprised Mr. Anderson's license hadn't been revoked yet.
The bus screeched to a halt right off the highway. The doors opened, and Mr. Anderson looked for oncoming traffic. There was a few semis coming our way, but apparently he couldn't see them. He took off across the highway, oblivious to the traffic approaching.
I closed my eyes. I hated cars, buses, vehicular transportation in general. Ever since my mother had died in that car accident, I'd been nervous around them. I preferred walking.
The semis slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting us. But, we made it. Once we got to school, I leaped off the bus as soon as those doors opened.
Ally and I walked side by side into the school. I went to my locker to drop off my stuff, and she did the same. In doing so, I passed a window. Looking out, I could see Mr. Anderson grinning and talking on a cell phone. A shiver ran down my spine. Something was wrong about him.
And I would find out.
So... Whatcha think? Is it horrible? Good? Tell me so! I'm just a teensiest biased, so I'm not the person to trust on the opinion of this story. (Did that make sense to anyone?)
Anyways, who do you think Lyta's parent is? Cookies given to anyone who gives me a correct answer. And guessing all gods does NOT count. You might not be able to, 'cause I didn't give you all that much information... Oh, well!
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