The soft thud of my shoes against the floor, as I ran to my maths class. My heart was thudding at an abnormal rate, but I was already late.
"Annabeth Chase, you are late." the sharp tones of Mrs Howard cut in. Oh really, I thought, sarcasm dripping through the words.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs Howard. It will not happen again." More like Mrs How-hard... (A/N Russell Howard jokes anyone?)
After forgiving me, she continued droning on about pythagoras. I already knew all of it, but my thoughts were revolving around the note. The message just seemed to go in to my head and bounce off of the sides, pushing everything in it's path away.
The wind was blowing my hair in to my eyes, yet again, as I walked to the house. The house being my 'home', if you must know. Amongst the deadly silence, I heard a soft click. Almost like a camera... I increased my pace, trying to keep panic off of my face. Fear pulsed through my veins, as I tried not to break in to a run. Whoever it was -if there was even someone there- couldn't know I had suspicions.
I continued walking at a steady pace, although making sure I payed attention to my surroundings. Jumping slightly, I realised there was another shadow nearby. I glanced around anxiously, before realising it was a tree. Breathing a sigh of relief, I opened the gate to my garden. Home sweet home... Where nightmares are born... The peeling green paint on the door was a familiar, yet unwelcome sight. I stepped into the dimly- lit room, silently praying my father was asleep. My prayers had been answered, for I could hear the low, rumbling snore from here. I quietly crept up to my bedroom, before begining my homework.
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After I'd completed my homework, I sent out a quick tweet. It read 'If someone your age goes to space and travels at millions of miles an hour, they will come back looking 2 years younger than you, according to Einsteins Theory of Relativity.' To be honest, I spent far too much time researching facts... It's only a hobby, I just do it because facts are far more reliable than people. They can't suddenly decide to change. They can't abandon you. They're not like people.
To be honest, I've lost faith in my fellow homo-sapiens. It's just as if humans are the least humane things there is. We trick ourselves in to thinking that everything is fine. That it's the bears fault if it attacks you, yet you can mercilessly attack a person. Then tell them that it's their fault, because they're not like you. Even though everyone's different, they'll get blamed, as if it's a problem to be gay, or to have a different skin colour.
Anyways, back to facts, I recently learned that there is a jellyfish that can bring itself back to adolescence when it gets too old, therefore being almost immortal, unless it dies of illness or is killed. That's how I imagine dying, being killed. I have reason, I'm not just completely insane. There is one completly insane person, they're actually the reason I think I'll die from murder.
My father.
A/N: Hey! Hope you enjoyed chapter 3!
