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New chapter! Yaaaay! First day of School PART ONE!
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Chapter Three: Horrid Mornings & Enemy Encounters
Percy's POV:
Have you ever walked in slow motion?
It's kind of weird.
It was the morning of our first day. I was making my "entrance", walking through the hallway. I was wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and black pants, too. I had on my Ray Bans and was pulling them off, walking that sexy walk.
Hah. Please. Insert snort here.
Thought, when I looked around, I saw the most of the people around me had turned to watch me walk by and some of the girls were sighing.
Oh, goddamn it. Not already.
If you've watched those high school chick flicks, well, you know what I'm talking about; the whole slow motion, a few winks here and there, nodding at friends. Expect replace the smooth-talking, super cool, hot guy walking down the hallway, with girls sighing at and guys nodding at, with me.
Yeah. I know. I find it quite sad, too.
I grinned a bit though when I saw Clarisse, one of the two girls in this school that despised me. However, Clarisse was kind of hot this year; it looked like someone had grown out during the summer. She had long brown hair that was kind of stringy, but a very…pretty (?) color. She was thin and tall. She had really nice eyes, too; huge and dark, framed with thick brown lashes.
I rounded the corner and was greeted by a loud hallway turning quiet again. What the heck was wrong with everybody? This behavior was starting to creep me out.
Moving faster now, I searched for my next class. Then, in a moment of panic, I forgot what room I was supposed to be in. I groaned and tried to ease myself into the background. After managing to look like a fool for about twenty seconds, leaning into some locker and trying to hide my face, I pulled out my schedule. I checked it out. I grumbled when I realized I had English first.
Shakespeare. Big words. Dyslexia.
Ugh. This morning probably couldn't get worse. But, this was me we were talking about, so, obviously, the next moment I was pushed over from my hiding spot; knocked down to the floor.
And, even before hitting the ground, I knew who had pushed me.
Annabeth's POV:
This morning was hell.
I began the day by walking up to my alarm clock. If you haven't heard my alarm clock, then you don't know what that's like. Imagine someone taking a nail and a hammer and trying to hammer the nail into your eardrum. That's probably as close as you'll get.
After my "lovely" wakeup call, I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. But, see, when I opened the door of the bathroom, I was pretty sure I that there was some kind of alien in the bathroom; an alien with a black bird's nest for hair, electric blue eyes and a thick puke-y green pastes all over their face and neck. After screaming like the girly I am, I stormed out of the bathroom, still angry. Thank god Thalia hadn't seen me, though I had seen her, because I hadn't applied my Fake Me disguise yet.
After getting uglyfied, as I like to call it, and ready, I finally left the room. Since my stepmom had bought me a stupidly fashionable therefore tiny backpack, I was carrying most of my textbooks. I wasn't weak physically, so it wasn't a problem…but it wasn't very fun.
And, after ducking my head down as I ran through the hallway and trying to ignore the snide comments begin whispered and looks being thrown at me, guess who I saw leaning up against my locker?
Percy I-Am-Such-A-Prick Jackson.
I felt my jaw clench. God damn him. Seriously. If God is listening, please, go for it; shoot this menace down to hell.
Percy Jackson is that guy. The one that walks down the halls and all the people stop to stare at him. I mean, he's not hideous.
Okay. Lie. Percy Jackson is seriously hot; with this messy, too-long black curly hair, really sea-green eyes framed with thick black lashes and angular, sharp features.
But that doesn't matter when he's such a prick.
It's just the way he talks, he acts; like life is so easy, so laid-back. And that smug grin on his face all the time. He's the picture of "ease."
Psh. As if there was even such a thing.
Anyway, right now, I walked over, and very easily knocked him down. He was hunched over, staring at something. Probably a porn magazine. I snorted.
Percy, still on the floor, rumbled. He muttered something about greatness and bitchiness and how his day was going badly already. I wanted to laugh in his face and scream in his face and shout in his face of how real bad days go. A bad day for him would be one where he doesn't get laid.
I didn't help Jackson up. He just got up, brushed off his knees and grumbled; "Thanks for the warning."
I ignored him. When he just moved over one locker, I felt like I could punch him. That was someone's locker, too! What gave him the right to stand their, leaning on it, like he owned it? I growled, wishing I could hit something. I didn't know why but something about his presence just always managed to irk me.
I clenched my teeth. Control, I thought. Control, Annabeth. I sighed, long and hard. I put the books I didn't need into my locker and pulled out my schedule. I had English first. I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. When I did that, I forgot about the playdough. So, of course, some of it came loose and flung itself somewhere.
It was just my luck that somewhere ended up being Perseus's back.
He jumped and turned around, pulling the play dough from his back. When he saw it, then looked at me, then back at it, his face colored with horror. He flicked it into a trash can and turned back to me.
"That was disgusting."
I stared up into his big jade eyes. He was very…pretty, I noticed again. Nobody could deny that.
Annabeth..., I slowly reminded myself of the way he was. The way he uses those looks. It sickened me!
Keeping my thoughts away for a moment, I smiled sweetly, "Just like you."
His jaw clenched and he ran a hand through his hair. He muttered something else then. Something that actually hurt.
"Ugly bitch."
I felt my face freeze. My eyes went blank. My entire body just stopped.
Horrible tears burned in my eyes. I slammed my locker shut and stared into Percy's now surprised eyes.
"Well, you're a man-whore. Or, oh, do you prefer pussy?"
I then grabbed my bag from the floor and walked away, rolling my jaw, trying to make the anger, the frustration, the hurt, leave. It was stupid that every time someone called me ugly it hurt so much. It rolled inside of me, making me sick. It made those horrible needs, needs to just curl up in a corner and hide, show their face.
I entered English class, in room 401, and sat in a far corner, near the huge glass wall. I liked the sunlight there. And the view.
I sat down and dropped my bag on the floor. I gulped back what was in my head and stared out the window, my chin resting on my palm. Occasionally someone would pass by and whisper something cruel or vile to me.
I wondered why everyone was so stupid. Why no one could see past looks or attitudes...why people based so much upon them. It made my head hurt.
They just thought I was a bitch because I was ugly. They didn't know that I had to wake up every morning and know that they would say that. They didn't know that I put on this… facade just so that I could stay alive. They didn't know that I contemplated in my head every morning whether it was even worth it.
I bit my lip now. I felt those annoying tears gather again. I stared out the window; at the pretty green, green grass and the backyard of our school; one filled with little flowers interrupting land and/or grass everywhere and a bunch of small fountains, bubbling all the time. I loved that place. It reminded me of places like the Secret Garden or the closet in The Chronicles of Narnia.
I smiled a bit, but then, gave up. My face was constantly blank, never showing the hell in my head.
I sat there…and I wondered again.
I wondered if I'd ever be able to be normal. I wondered if there was any justice in the world.
I gulped. I already knew the answers. And it cut me deeper than any blade, any knife, any sword or any dagger every could. It punctured me, made me need to run away. It ripped me apart inside.
The first answer was no. Never would I be normal. Never would I be popular, as stupid and cliche as that might sound. And never would I have what I wanted most: to be like everyone else (despite everything...it was still my greatest desire. To just be able to laugh with friends, to have my first kiss, to bunk a couple of classes, be stupid and adolescent...)
And, the second answer was, also, no. In my world…well, justice didn't exist.
Hmmm…Whatcha think? Good? Bad? Mild? Is the plot going too slow? Too fast?
I'm going to get the plot going now! Its all gonna start with a bonfire…
SPOOKINESS! *giggle*
Anyway, sorry if this chapter isn't so great. I just wasn't up for writing but I tried to get this out anyway.
Now, I'm going to be a review whore and BEG you: review! Please? I know…it's a nuisance and it's like "UGH"…but please. It really motivates me to writer better, to write more.
Anywho; I still love you!
- S.
