My first story. I thought that there are those demigods, that can't get to CHB and suffer the problems with that. Thinking about this idea for a while soooo here we go. Its told from some random girl's point of view. Watching a demigod's struggles over the years.
The first time she saw her, she was walking home. She fidgeted, fixing her jacket, pulling her pants up, she looked younger, but she was tall. She didn't care about her really, she looked like a loser. Her friend was telling her an awesome joke anyway so she pulled her stare back onto her friend.
The second time she saw her, a week passed. She looked pretty happy with her friends by her side, but she looked anxious, like her friends would just ditch her at any moment. There were 2 Asian kids, one huge and tall with the other smaller than her. They were joking around, joking about teachers and how it was completely unfair that one kid got a 92 on their test. She looked back at her skateboard and told her friend about her new phone.
The third time she saw her, the girl finally looked back, glanced at her a second judging, and then looked back. She was burly and slouched, uncomfortable out in the open. She had scuffed up shoes but she was reading some nerd book. Another "loser alarm" flashed in her head. She turned away and walked off fast to catch up with her group.
The fourth time she saw her, the girl had her glare on someone else, along with a huge dictionary in her hand. One 8th grader chose to pick on her Asian friend. She heard his words from across the road.
"Hey Jap, why don't you go back up to screw up your country, not ours. Ching Chong whatever. Go eat some noodles." He sneered.
The loud smack echoed down the block. The boy stumbled, gripping his temple.
"Bet that's the first time education did some good for you," she said sarcastically as he sat on the ground.
The girl grabbed her friend who was still frozen, and dragged him down the street, muttering something to him. She was shocked. Being fast to judge her as a loser was a mistake.
The fifth time she saw her, she was sitting on the corner where the bus dropped her off. Her friends were talking to her encouragingly but she told them to go home. She heard "…your dad will get better" and "the coma won't be for long". She froze. The kid's dad was in a coma? She glanced back to see her sitting on the corner, her phone in hand. Her face looked emotionless and guarded. She watched her take out her book and keep reading. Wow, she thought.
The final time she saw her, she was bleeding. Her 2 friends were back, holding her hands on their shoulders. She had a gash on her leg and her shirt was soaked in red. She was groaning, "It's okay guys, I will handle it."
"It's time to go to camp, you can't stay anymore," her shorter friend said.
They dragged her as she stumbled, every person's head turning.
"I'll never outrun them, I have no skills." The girl said wearily.
"We'll see you through, convince your mom."
"Okay," as the girl pulled herself up, just to stumble back again.
She couldn't handle the blood and injuries. She rushed over.
"You guys need any help?"
"Nah, we got her, thanks" said the big guy.
She just stood there like an idiot and watched them trudge away. The girl, she would probably never see her again. And whatever would happen to her, it wouldn't be good. She walked back to her bus stop and called her friend,
"Guess what happened."