I groaned as my mom pushed me out the door.
"I don't wanna go!" I groaned, my face smushed against the glass door.
My mom just laughed, closing the inside, wooden door.
"Have fun!" I heard her yell from inside the apartment. I glared at the door for a second before stalking down the steps.
"Dumb school." I said to no one in particular as I walked with and against the morning rush of people. When I got to school, the bell was just ringing. The bright 'Welcome Back' sign made me want to puke.
I hated new schools, mainly because I was always at one. I think my record time at a school was one year, and that was in Fifth grade, when my mom and I were gone most of the time because of her dad's death.
I glanced at my schedule, which confirmed that Advanced Civics was my first class. I made my way to the 300 buildings, and frowned when I saw all the classrooms I passed already filled. Oh... That bell had been the late bell... Right. I would be late the first day of school.
I opened the door to my class when I got to it, and all heads turned to me. The teacher glanced at me before looking at her attendance sheet.
"Ah, are you Cameron NĂ©nuphar?" She asked, and I nodded, "Take a seat at any empty desk." She said, and I nodded, looking at the desks. I sat in one towards the back.
I barely paid attention as the class went by, since she only was talking about rules. I didn't bother trying to talk with anyone, since it seemed like they were all boring. They all sat up straight, paying attention to the teachers every word, not a hair out of place. I mean, c'mon! We're not in high school yet, we can do whatever we want to and it won't go on our record. Well, almost anything.
"Once again, my number one rule for you, the students, is that you, never, and I mean never-" She was cut off by the bell, and I grinned, standing up.
The rest of the day was almost equally boring, the almost meaning I met a few people who seemed not to borderline on being a creepy OCD goody-two shoes.
When the day finally ended, I wanted just jump for the fun of it. Really. That's how boring this school was. Jumping would be fun. I mean, saying school is boring is basically a given, but when you don't have anyone else besides you who is willing to talk up, and I don't know, go against the rules, school is pointless.
The walk home was faster then it had been when I was going from home to school, most likely since the afternoon rush hadn't begun yet. The sidewalks were still bustling with tourists and random people, but not nearly as many people as there had been.
As I neared my home, the crowds thinned out. Probably because I lived borderline Manhattan and Queens, and tourists mainly swarmed in Manhattan. I was probably a quarter mile away when I heard a yelp from an alley I was passing, followed by a pained moan.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I peered down the alleyway. Someone, I think a woman, was on the ground, bent over slightly as their hands massaged their knee. I could tell they weren't homeless, and actually quite rich, judging by their clothing.
"Hello? Are you alright?" I asked as I inched into the alley. Mom had always told me that I shouldn't ever talk, look or help strangers; especially in a large city where it was likely they could just be desperate because they were homeless, trying to take advantage of your kindness.
"Oh, honey, thank you. I just banged my knee on that there garbage can. In a city like this, I doubted anyone would come help even if they saw a man bleeding his guts out." The woman said, her accent distinctly Southern. I grimaced at the mental image her words portrayed, my mind taking it seriously though I knew she just meant if someone was badly hurt.
"Its fine. Do you need help up?" I asked, and she smiled from under her flowered violet-and-white hat. But something about her was off, I just couldn't name it.
"No, but I think you need help down…" She snarled, losing her Southern accent, a grin curling her lips upward in a predatory smile as her hand shot out, ensnaring my ankle her hand. As I fell, I could see her bared teeth elongating into somewhat vampire-like fangs, and, while I couldn't see her legs, the legs of her slacks seemed to change, one seeming to fill out while the other I couldn't see any visible difference in.
My head hit the ground, my observations cut short as I clutched my head. Pain blossomed where I'd banged my head, and my head as a whole felt like it was throbbing. I vaguely felt myself being dragged away, but my eyes were clenched shut and most of my conscious mind was focused on my head, only a small part realizing I was being dragged away by a stranger.
"Let me go." I said through clenched teeth, my voice rising at the end slightly, just enough to be classified as a shriek.
"Dumb half-blood, always falling for stupid prank. Never learn." She said, seemingly to herself, as she shook her head. Now, I noticed her accent was foreign, probably France or a close country. I mentally cursed myself and my ADHD for focusing on her accent when I should be trying to get away from the crazy, somewhat supernatural lady.
"Look, I'll scream if you don't let me go." I said, trying to sound intimidating, when I noticed she continued on, deeper into the alleyway. It couldn't be too far before we got close to another road, could it?
She just laughed, a low, husky sound, which made me shriek, growing even more frantic. I tried to rip my ankle out of her grip, but she just tightened her grip. Reaching up, I clawed at her hand, digging my nails into her hand. She let out a hiss, turning around just as I bolted, back down the alley the way we'd came.
"HELP! HELP!" I screamed, but we were still to far away from the road, I guess, because no one came down the alleyway to help. I continued running until I got to the road, and when I looked back, the woman was gone, as if she was never there.
A/N
Just so you know, this is about two years before the Percy Jackson series begins. Cameron is 12 right now.
So, tell me what you think . Like it, love it, hate is, despise it, whatever. PM me, review me, I just want some feedback. The next chapter will be focusing on her and how she finds out she's a half-blood, I believe. The way I write my stories is by any idea I get while writing, and I usually don't know what's going to be next, so don't count on anything I say.
Thanks for reading, next chapter will be up somewhere between tomorrow and a week from now, so keep checking back. P.S., the longest I'll put between updates is a week, unless some technical or lack of idea issues come up.
-Ash Colored Wings