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Annabeth POV

The chilly air grasped onto my skin as my brain was screaming at me to get a jacket. I can't believe it's the first day of school already, this summer was felt short. My eyes are already getting heavy and my mind is slowly shutting down even though I haven't even stepped into school yet. Today is the first day of my senior year of high school and already I'm tied, seriously what is wrong with me?

At school I'm known for being popular. I have the perfect grades, perfect look, and the perfect group of friends. But, like all people, I have flaws. School has always been a roller coaster, and last year I finally gave up on trying to be perfect and just let life stubble on me. I accepted being left behind from my family, faking a smile, and building walls around my small heart. (AN that line is so sad)

But enough of that depressing crap, I just want to get this school day over with.

I looked up to meet the eye of the brick walls I'm used to seeing. The smelled of old teachers and books pushed me back, but surprisingly I keep walking. I felt a warm hand creep on my shoulder. I turned around to see that the hand belonged to my best friend Piper.

"Hey! Aren't you excited! This is our last first day of high school!" Pipe squealed.

"Yeah, so excited to start another year of torture." I said sarcastically.

"Brighten up! Let's go check our schedules. We might have classes together!"

We fished out our phones to exchange our schedule.

"Oh my god, did you hear how young the new teachers are this year?" She said while handing me her phone.


Piper:

Geometry...

AP Science...

Greek 4...

Lunch... Staff

Band...

PreAP History...

Reading/Writing...

Cheer...


"Nice classes, here's mine." I handed her my phone.


Annabeth:

AP History ...

AP Science...

Greek 4...

Lunch... Staff

Choir...

AP Reading/Writing...

Caculas 4...

Tract...


"Hey, we got some classes together! Better then nothing!" Piper said with glee.

I always admire Piper's positive attuite. She can make the worst things sound fun, even school!

RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Piper and I both looked each other as our eyes widened.

"Great! First day school and we are already late! Bye Piper see you at second period!"

"BYE!"

I waved to goodbye to my bestfriend, and then rushed to my history class.


I entered my history class drenching sweat. I was greeted with strange looks and few snickers, but after a second they went back into there conversations.I analyzed the classroom. Pooy. There are no more seats. I saw a one empty chair in the back of the class but...

Luke sat next to there.

Luke.

My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher telling the class to get settled down. I guess I have to sit there. I exhaled the fear huddled up inside my stomach and sat down confidently.
He stared at me as a cold smile slowly formed onto his lips. Chills ran my back as I tried to avoid bright blue eyes.

"Hello class! Since it's the first day of school we are going to play a bonding game. If I point at you, say your name and a random fact about yourself. I'll start! My name is Mr. Jackson and this is my first year of teaching. Now who wants to go next?" The teacher said.

No one raised their hand.

"Okie, I guess I'm going to have to pick randomly." He said while looking for his first victim. "The girl with the blond hair and green shirt! May you start?"

Every ones heads turned towards me. I lifted my eyes form my feet to sees a green eyed god. Wait, god? Is he my teacher? Oh my god, he is hot. Is this the teacher Piper mentioned this morning?

"Are you going to go?" One student said.

"My name is Annabeth and...," What do I say? I have nothing interesting in my life! Panic started to fill my throat. Just lie. "...my family means everything to me." I finished quietly.

"That's sweet." Mr. Jackson said with a small smile. Our eyes meet and suddenly it felt like it was just us in this room. Like there wasn't a douche bag sitting next to me.

"Okie, so the guy sitting next to Annabeth, it's your turn." Mr. Jackson stated.

"My name is Luke and I love to date blondes with grey eyes." He said with a wink. Everyone started to ether whistle of laugh. The only one who seemed unamused by Luke's response was the teacher and I.

"Luke, please don't talk about your sexual interest in my class. Next person." Mr. Jackson said sternly.

"Hello fellow classmates, my name is Connor Stoll and I like to eat chocolate AND vanilla ice cream." Connor said with so much confidence that I laugh.

"Interesting." Mr. Jackson said while laughing. "Is your brother Travis Stoll?"

"Sadly. He is always jealous of how cool I am." Conner stated.

Travis Stoll is the tract and football coach at Goode and is also Travis old brother. They are really close. Travis only three years older then Conner, and most people are surprised he is working as a high school coach being so young.

"Ok next person." Mr. Jackson chuckled.

"Hi! My name is Salena and I'm head cheerleader at Goode!" She said while flashing a blinding smile.

"This school needs more people like you. Smiling at the first day of school and giving a happy attuite! Take note class." said with a smile.

"My name is Nico and if you touch me without permission I'll kill you and everyone you love." Said a boy with purple spiky hair and black eyeliner coating his whole eye.

"That's nice to know." Mr. Jackson said caustically.

The rest of the class went by quick. Ethan, Will, Drew, Grover, Frank, and Bill all introduced themselves. I liked how small this class was. It made me feel unique. Mr. Jackson wasn't that bad of a teacher too. I liked how he listened carefully to everyone. I could already tell he wasn't going to be a typical teacher.

Most teachers in this school are around fifty years old, and he looks like he just graduated collage. Most teacher wear polos, while he wears jeans and a white button down. Most teachers would just be talking about their classroom rules, while he let us play a "game."

Maybe I should transfer out of his class. It takes a lot of focus for me to understand a history lesson and I can already tell that I won't be able to focus with him near me. I'm a mess.


6/26/2018 10:23