Hello, it is I again. Thanks so much to XrandomXPurpleXninjaX, Thalico-freak-99-Hecatejewel, Yaz-Haruno, XxPercyxX and PerfectlyPG for putting this story under favorites, it means so much to me. And also thank you to Rawr8571 for you review. Keep the reviews coming people! I hope you like this chapter, I had somewhat of a writer's block so I had to keep it short. Don't worry though, once I get this story going, long chapters will be coming.
IFoundAPickle: Thank you very much! If you throw a rock at your brother, I can throw one at my sister, deal? :) Oh, and thanks for adding it to favorite stories :)
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"Miss Night?"A soft voice asked above her, "Miss Night!" Leila shot up, her head was beating rapidly in her chest. "Sleeping again, I see."
"Mrs. Wyck, I'm sorry-" She began.
"No excuses. Detention."
Leila slouched in her chair as her classmates laughed.
"Now that you're awake, answer the question on the board," Leila stared at the board and knew there was no hope for her. She has dyslexia and ADHD, the question looked like gibberish to her.
"I don't know Mrs. Wyck," It only took a second before she head snickers from her peers.
"The answer is William Shakespeare, Miss Night, William Shakespeare. Stop using your dyslexia as an excuse, it will get you nowhere in life," Mrs. Wyck returned to the front of the classroom. Leila was surprised her classmates weren't rolling on the floor in laughter.
"Only an hour left," She whispered to herself as she looked at the clock.
The class seemed to drag on, until finally the bell rang. Leila was the first one out of her seat and almost made it out the door when she heard the dull voice of Mrs. Wyck call out, "Miss Night, please come here," With a sigh she faced the English teacher. The whole class was gone, and Leila had a sudden feeling of fear. "Miss Night, you've been a very naughty girl."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Wyck's body began to convulse, "Mrs. Wyck?" Her body rose in the air and changed form. She developed three wings and her body turned into one of a bird's, but her face stayed the same.
"Demon child!" The creature yelled at her.
The creature grabbed Leila repeating the same words from before. She screamed, but no one heard her pleas. Leila racked her head for a way out of this, she remembered Mr. Brunner talking about these sort of creatures.
"You're a harpy!" She yelled.
"That's right, demon child," She cackled.
"Let me go!" Leila demanded.
Next thing she knew she was surrounded by students looking at her questioningly. The crowd made way for Mr. Brunner.
"Leila, come with me," Whispers started around her. She ignored them and followed her teacher.
Mr. Brunner took her to her empty classroom, except for one student that she's never seen before. Though, he certainly didn't look like a student.
"Leila, this is Grover Underwood,"
"Hi, but Mr. Brunner, what does this have to with anything?" She asked.
"Mr. Underwood is new here and you to be his guide,"
"But Mr, Brunner-"
"No 'buts', do as I say, please." She knew that there was no point in arguing so she nodded.
The bell rang, it was time for lunch. She turned to look at Grover, "Well, come on. We haven't got all day." Once he got up, she instantly felt guilty. He was using crutches.
When they were walking the hallways, she informed him about the school. He seemed to be only half-listening. Leila didn't really care though, she just wanted this day to end.
Once they sat down, Grover spoke for the first time, "So, do you have any friends?"
Leila's mind traveled to Percy, "No."
"Oh, what do you like to do?" He tried instead.
"Nothing." There was no way Leila was going to tell this guy anything. The conversation quickly died.
The rest of the day consisted of Leila showing Grover where his classes were, which were surprisingly the same as hers. Leila was glad to finally get home with at least an hour to herself. The clock in the dining room was the only noise in the house when she arrived.
As she looked around in the empty living room, her eyes landed on a picture. It was a picture of her younger self.
"Promise?" Her ten-year-old self asked.
"Promise."
Leila tried to blink away the tears. At times, she admitted that she missed Percy. How could she not? He was her best friend. She sometimes wondered if he missed her as well. Every year on the day Percy left, she would sit on the porch and hope that he would appear. Tomorrow it will be exactly five years since he left. Five lonely years. She sighed and made her way up to her room. On a shelf lays a dusty red photo album that Leila hasn't touched in two years, but today she felt the sudden need to look through it.
Leila blew off the dust on the cover and coughed. She took the album and sat on her bed. With a shaky hand she opened it. The very first picture was of her and Percy, age four. Percy's mother, Sally, took them to the zoo. As the more pictures she went through, the more tears fell down her face. All of them were of Percy.
"Why did you have to leave?" She found herself saying. She closed the aging album and returned it to its place. Leila heard a car door slam. Her father was home.
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