Hey! Well, no one asked any big questions, but CloverHeart609 asked if it was her Greek instinct that had told Jaycee the right answer.
Are you a wizard or something? Haha, yeah, it was :)
Feel free to ask any questions! Seriously, I love answering them. And I have a small writer's block that is slowly disipitating as I speak-well, type. So, this chapter is sort of short, and I hope you enjoy it! :)
And We Thought We Were Normal
Jaycee Carter. Normal 13 year old girl, right? Wrong! Her life's been weird since the day she's been born, and now it's just gotten weirder. A Goth boy about her age comes in and tells her she's not normal. Well she knew that much, but when he says the gods from the Greek Myths she loved so much are real and still exist, she's not sure what to think. But she believes it. She's had that feeling for a long time now, and it's only being confirmed for her. Now to just survive middle school in New York with her BFF Meg Andrews and her new friend Goth Boy. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 12
Hallie was covered in pizza sauce, water that was making the make-up department run down her face, an apple was stuck in her mouth like a pig, and some fries were sticking out here and there.
I laughed right there, and felt bad for the poor girl who tripped. She had spiky black hair and dark forest green eyes. When she talked I noticed her green and blue braces. Her diamond stud earrings catching the light and glinting a white color.
"Who's that?" I whispered to Leanne. She looked at me with a sad smile. Annette laughed a little.
"That's Hallie Ross, I thought you knew her!" She joked. I rolled my eyes and sent her a half-hearted glare.
"I meant the girl who's trying to say sorry," I clarified.
"That's Kota Hailey. She's sort of Gothic, but she also likes really bright colors that stand out." I nodded and looked back at Kota. Hallie was yelling her head off as Audrey was yelling at Raven to hurry up and dry Hallie, while all three sent glares every other second at Kota. I started to get up.
"What do you think you're doing?" Valerie hissed. I looked at her.
"I'm going to help Kota. Meg? Lana?" The two exchanged nervous glances. I sighed.
"Fine. I'll go myself," I mumbled disappointed. Half-way to Kota Meg and Lana caught up to me and they each put a hand on my shoulders.
"We're coming with you. Don't worry," Lana said with a smile. Meg nodded vigorously.
"You bet! We're sisters, remember?" Meg bubbled. I laughed and together we continued towards Kota.
"Why I out to report you for purposely dumping your food on me! What did I do to you?" Hallie glared at Kota, who was trying to say she didn't mean to.
"Please, it wasn-" Kota pleaded.
"Save it! You did this on purpose!" Hallie stomped her foot.
"Hey!" I raised my voice at her. "She obviously didn't mean to! She tripped or something, so just leave her alone!" Kota looked at me with pleading eyes. Eyes that said Shut up! I don't want to make her anymore mad then she already is! I sighed and shook my head at her, silently telling her that this wasn't over.
"And how do you know Carter? Were you there?" Audrey demanded.
"No, but I know enough to know that you can't report her! It was obviously an accident! Just leave her alone." I said dangerously calm. Raven shivered slightly, and the sunlight that was coming in through the windows seemed to glow ever brighter, almost blinding.
"Girls, I don't think Kota did it on purpose. She probably tripped or something, you know?" Raven tried to reason. Hallie turned her glare to Raven.
"Whose side are you on?" She demanded.
"Whatever side that doesn't get me in trouble!" Raven retorted.
"Well, then maybe you should just go die in a hole!" Hallie screeched.
Meg, Lana, and I took this opportunity to sneak Kota out of the line of fire buy going back into the lunch line and getting her another lunch.
As we were waiting to pay Kota looked at us. "Thanks for your help, but I didn't need it. You probably just made them madder. They'll be out to get you now." She warned.
"They were out to get me as soon as I stepped on school grounds," I waved off her warning.
Meg and Lana just nodded and rolled their eyes. "Jaycee here doesn't like popular people who are bullies." They explained.
Kota laughed. "Popular? Them? Yeah right! They're the 'Wanna-be's'!"
"Well then. They're much worse than the real Preps. Wanna-be's are the worst." I groaned. At least I only had five months of this before I could go back to Camp Half-Blood and maybe make a few friends. That's what my mom would have me do.
After school, Paul gave us a ride home, and Nico insisted on walking. I found it odd that Paul offered Nico a ride, until Paul explained how Nico sleeps and eats at their house.
When the three of us stepped into our apartment, Lana ran to my room and riffled through my closet. I ran after, Meg hot on my tail.
"What are you doing?" I yelled. Lana laughed then looked back at my clothes and then scowled.
"Okay, only black clothes? Seriously?" She asked, disgusted. "A little black is alright every now and then, but all the time? You're a child of Apollo, aren't you supposed to stand out with color or something?"
A memory flashed through my mind of when I was five. I was only a small child, and then my best friends were two guys who lived on my street. I was wearing a dirty orange t-shirt and jean shorts covered in mud. My mom screamed when she walked out and saw me all dirty and a soccer ball at my feet.
She had immediately pulled me inside and made me change. I didn't wear any black then, just bright blue's and green's and orange's and pink's and purple's. I ended up in a bright hot pink t-shirt and khaki Bermuda's. My friends said I looked like a pink flower with a khaki stem and a head.
A sad smile played on my face as I snapped out of my small memory. Now-a-days me and my old friends don't talk to the other. We don't know why, we just gradually stopped talking to each other. They still lived in the same house and we'd see each other at the bus stop every day. Now I live in New York and don't see them at all.
"Jay?" Meg waved her hand in front of my face.
"What?"
"We are taking you shopping! And we're getting rid of all your black clothes!" Lana said, glaring at the pile of black on the floor.
My eyes widened and I looked at her. I pounced on the pile and started to dig threw it till I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the black shirt with random things spelling 'L-O-V-E' down the side. The 'L' were two rulers, the 'O' a ring, the 'V' a protractor, and the 'E' in fancy script. It was one of my favorite shirts.
"If I have to get rid of it all, then I get to keep this one shirt. Just this one!" I pleaded with my best puppy-dog face. Immediately Lana started to shift uncomfortably, eyeing the shirt then me then looking at Meg for help. Finally, she sighed in defeat.
"Well, it is cute," She sighed. "I guess." I jumped up and put it back on its hanger. Then Lana and Meg linked their arms through mine and dragged me out the door, Lana's purse in hand. Even though she was thirteen, her dad trusted her with a credit card.
So...How was it? Do y'all still like it? Cause most of these events are real and have actually happened to me, and I hope some of you can relate to being bullied and hope none of you become like my character Hallie Ross who is a real person, just with a name change!
Funny thing I heard today!:
"One who goes to bed with an itchy butt wakes up with stinky fingers" -Neighbor
~*J.C*~
