I couldn't sleep much last night.
My biological watch woke me around every two hours, as the nervousness and, somehow, the giddiness was always present. That made me wonder... Me, excited to go to school? Well, I guess that somehow I am excited, but not this much. Maybe because this girls doesn't know who I am? Like, seriously...
When I woke up again around five thirty, none of the girls were in their beds, which weren't made, by the way. And since every room has its own personal bathroom, I doubted they were all showering together, unless I fell right into the heart of a cult and I was expected to do the same. Still with my eyes closed, I checked the bathroom and it was clean of people. I thought it was a good chance as any.
I took a shower and, once I was dry and changed into clothes, I realized it was too early for breakfast. Was then when I remembered that I had something to entertain myself in the car, but I rather fell asleep. Which can also help in my sleepless night. I pulled out my new bullet journal and all my art supplies and began to doodle. It was calming and focusing on the same time.
By the time I finished with most of the layouts of December (what can I say? I doodle fast...), the girls appeared chuckling and all sweaty. It was obvious by their attires that they were running and they liked it. I felt a pang of hurt, but I dismiss it quickly: they didn't know me before yesterday, probably they didn't even wanted to wake me up god knows at what hour. Maybe they were being polite...
That's crap and you know it, Dare...
"Oh, Rachel! Didn't know you were an early riser too..." Hazel greeted me from far. Probably, they were trying to be polite and not create any intimate relationship... Or maybe it was the sweat, dummy! Piper and Annabeth smiled and waved too, before Annabeth disappeared into the bathroom.
"Honestly, I'm not. I just couldn't sleep much last night..." I admitted, half of it. I am an early riser, but only when I want to finish a project. But they do not need to know that.
"Yeah, we didn't sleep too much either..." Annabeth confessed, chucking down a bottle of water "That's why we went for a running... We do that normally at home, but we didn't know if Principal Rivers would allow us to do it..."
"She should, I mean... Is good for you, she doesn't have to pay anymore to train you and, unless you start delinquents activities, I don't see anything wrong with that" Me and my stupid mouth! Annabeth stared at me, as if she never had thought of that herself, before nodding. Exactly ten minutes later, Piper came out of the bathroom, and Annabeth walked in.
"So, Rachel..." Piper started, dressing with a simple white shirt and jeans "I know we talked a bit yesteray, but I wanna know a bit more, especially if I'm gonna be living with you..." I nodded and answered a bunch of her questions, like if I read up too late or if I leave my clothes all over the floor and stuff. I did admit that I leave around my art supplies when Hazel, that was leaving the bathroom after Annabeth suggested that I had an art space for myself.
The girls immediately agreed.
I honestly felt an outcast. When we finally decided to go to have breakfast, they were walking up front and I was behind them, thinking to myself. It was obvious, and if yesterday was correct, that they know each other pretty well. They understand each other, even if Hazel is two years younger than me and Piper only one. When we reached the cafeteria, all the girls were gathered there, whispering between them.
"What's going on?" I wondered out loud, not expecting someone to reply. I was too hypnotize watching the timer on top of the door, in reverse.
"They will see the boys for the first time" A voice spoke next to me and I turned to see three girls that, somehow, looked similar. Maybe it was the penetrating eyes or maybe it was because they didn't look giddy like the rest of them. The one in the middle had spiky black hair with sky blue eyes. The one on her right, a brown long braid with brown fiery eyes. The one on the left had a bandanna over her forehead and a permanent glare "You look like us"
"Wasn't I suppose to?" I asked, not knowing exactly what to reply. The girl in the middle rolled her eyes and placed an arm around my shoulders.
"Not a lot of girls cannot hold their excitement..." she explained to me, but it wasn't making any sense, so I just nodded "I'm Thalia and they are Reyna and Clarisse... If you see us turn girly, it means it's fate" Again, it wasn't making any sense, but I kept the play.
"I'm Rachel and those girl there are my roommater, Hazel, Piper and-"
"Annie!" Thalia shouted, grabbing Annabeth and hugging her tight. Annabeth returned the hug, excitedly, and they started to catch up, I guess. Hazel greeted Reyna and Piper, Clarisse. They seem to know each other. Well, at least they are all nice and inclusive...
The cafeteria doors opened and the girls rushed inside, their heads up and looking around. I thought it was a weird thing to do until one thing got weirder: the guys, who entered from another door, were doing the same. I stayed behind and watched them, because I was considering my parents just enrolled me in an asylum and I didn't realize.
Piper was the first one who took a step away from the group and walked to a guy who was blonde with sky blue eyes. I watched, curious, how they had their eye contest before they share a glance and rushed away from the cafeteria, from another door that was there and I just noticed. Soon, all the girls and boys started doing the same, leaving me and a few others in the cafeteria. Even that big girl Clarisse has left.
Trying not to feel hurt and alone, I grabbed a tray and chose my breakfast. I decided to tune out everyone and eat, who knows what today will be...
I groaned, sitting in one of the many seats outside, leaving my bag to the side. I immediately pulled out my bullet journal and began doodling, trying to gather my thoughts. The first class was Biology 101 and I felt completely lost. Sure I had my books and my notes, and there were even things I had seen previously in other schools but the behavior of the teacher and the students baffled me.
He was blonde and tall, around his twenties, with a scar around his face, which I assumed it would make many of the girls swoon over him. Except that no one even paid him attention, neither girls or boys (I mean, I don't really care. I'm all in favor of inclusion and stuff). They just wrote down what he talked about and I had the feeling the teacher had to speak higher than usual and he wasn't used to it. He glanced a lot to me, but said nothing.
Now, I had a free period and I was outside, thinking about all this odd behaviors. The only conclusion I reached was that the further away from this people, the better. Except that not all of them were bad, like that blonde guy in Biology, Will something. He was nice enough to show me his notes when I looked lost and the teacher ignored my raised hand. He told me the teacher does that occasionaly, it wasn't a personal thing.
"Aw, look at the loner..." I heard from behind me and saw a couple, a boy and a girl. She was the one talking and looked like she was the one in control in their relationship. He was tall and buff, but his eyes were slightly violet and red, like if he had a problem with drinking. She, however, was slightly Asian-lookalike with black silky hair and multi-coloring eyes "Been rejected already? How does that feel...?"
"Drew, that's enough" the guy tried to stop her, but didn't seem to work.
"I still don't understand why they allowed people like her into this school..." The way she said 'her', like if I didn't belong here. Maybe you don't...
"Drew, that's enough. You know who decides that, not you" the guy shut her this time, but she sneered at me before walking away from me. The guy didn't even glanced at me, following her blindly.
"Don't listen, child..." A soft voice came from my left. A man in a wheelchair with a tweed suit and a beard that made me think of Noah was rolling to my side and smiling at me, softly "They just never understand the importance of an individual..."
"They seemed pretty determined not to be near me..." I muttered, looking at him "They all seem to know each other, maybe that's why I don't fit...?" He placed a hand on mine, shaking his head.
"Is not that, child... You don't fit yet, but I assure you that you will..." he assured me, with confident "May I ask how are you with your project...?"
"Principal Rivers says I have to be approach by someone, but the only person that was nice with me didn't seem interested..." I said, thinking about how Will immediately went back to his business once my doubt was done "Am I showing the wrong attitude? I mean, I'm too loud?" He chuckled and shook his head again.
"No, child... You're especial, they all can feel it, but no one knows how to approach you..."
"I don't bite..." I mumbled, trying to crack a joke.
"What's your next lesson?" I checked my timetable and showed it to him "Ah, History 101. Well, follow me, young lady, as I am the History teacher..." His eyes twinkled and I stared at him, before following him. I mean, he looked nice and it was a nice conversation, even if it left me with more questions than answers. Once we reached the classroom, it was empty, except for a guy that was placing books in all the desks "Ah, Mr. Travers, thank you for placing the books before me-"
"It's my job, sir" the boy interrupted him, not even turning around to see us. Once he finished, he turned to get out, but unfortunately for him, who was trying to get out quickly, we were in the way. I managed to see his face for the first time: he was blonde (what's with all the guys here, being blonde?!), also with sky blue eyes (seriously?! A man fathered them all?!), and a big burn on the side of his face. It looked painful, so I tried not to stare at it. I felt him stiffen next to me "Y-you need me for something else, sir?"
"No, Mr. Travers, that would be all for today..." The guy nodded, looking away from me and rushing out the room. I followed him with my eyes, surprised by the way he was ignoring me. Obviously, I have something in my face... "Mr. Travers works in the library, Ms. Dare... Just in case you run into him there..."
"Oh. Wait, why would I run into him there?" I questioned him, curious. He simply gestured the books on the tables and I picked my copy. 'Legends of the Moon', never heard of it "I never heard of this book"
"I don't think you will outside this walls..." he explained to me, placing his papers in order "It was published a few years ago by Mr. Travers and it's school property... He likes to write, since most of his classmates were slightly cruel with him..."
"No wonder he was avoiding me... But that doesn't answer my question..."
"I thought that, as unfamiliar you are with our traditions, Mr. Travers could be giving you a push in the right direction..." With that, he focused on his papers, topic over. I stared at the book, with a wolf howling at the moon.
What traditions is he talking about? And how will I talk to someone who avoids everyone?
Maybe the girls could be of help later...
Hello, guys!
I know that I promised to post yesterday, but thanks to a slip from my father, I have one more day with you guys before leaving this week! That was the good news. The kind-of-bad is that it's going to be a no-tech week, so I'll have no contact with you all. I hope you can understand.
Now, onto the stories!
One: Mortals, Meet... the In-Laws. I coded to make Connor Stoll and Hecate for this weekend, hope is funny enough.
Two: Percy Jackson, son of Chaos.
Three: Mate?! Ain't Australian, Buddy!
Four: Character, Meet... Character. Fred & George Weasley vs. Travis & Connor Stoll (too much Connor this week, wonder why...)
Five: Garden Wall
Six: after a long time, I managed to fulfill retro mania request! It's the genderbent story of Queen Midas and her golden touch, hope you all enjoy it!
See you all next week! I hope to bring new chapters and more energy!
xoxo, SilverHuntresses