I'M F***ING BACK! So this is Only Human 2, because I left the other one blown wide open, so consider this a rewrite. Anyway, lets go on. As to why I left, the answer is personal issues, and I'll drop a Discord Server for criticism, and really just to discuss the story. Now, THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
On the school bus
Annabeth Chase is the love of my life. She is a star, perfect in every way, so much so that you're transfixed, and you want, need to have it, to reach out and touch it, but in the end, you get incinerated.
She has a deep, perfect tan, as if she was touched by some god of an ancient religion, and long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair, with perfect curls, and amazing volume. Not to mention her eyes. They're piercing gray, and seem to stare deep into your soul, so much so that you form a connection, and then you reach out for her arm and guide her to a quiet place and-
"Seek help." came a voice to my left. I immediately jumped. The guy next to me was scary, and seemed to ooze a quiet prowess of death, as if he could kill you at any time and not break a sweat.
He was of Indian descent, yet he spoke with a British accent, that's peculiar.
"Who are you, and why are you sitting next to me?" I asked rather rudely. He answered,
"Indraj Ghata-Aura, pleasure to meet you," I shot him a look "Oh, I was born in England, raised there, that's where I get the accent from. As for why I'm sitting next to you, well there were no other seats taken." he said with a perfectly normal grin. "Who are you?" he asked.
'Brian Miller, from, well, here. San Fran."
Something about him didn't agree with me, I don't know why, but it seemed as if he had already figured me out, broken my mind and stolen my brain. It was weird.
"I'll say again, seek help."
"Why?" he peered at me through his extremely dirty glasses and said.
"You got all glazed over, like you were thinking about something." a look of understanding came over his face, and he positively beamed
"Somebody's got a cruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush." he drawled.
"Ugh, shut up and leave me alone."
"Who is it?" I didn't answer. Indraj asked again and again and again until I finally gave in to frustration.
"Shut up and leave! NOW!" I screamed. Indraj got a dark look over his face, and started muttering words in a different language. Suddenly somebody put their hand on his shoulder. I followed the arm and lo and behold, Annabeth had come to my rescue. Indraj looked up at her, they made eye contact and he left.
Annabeth plopped down next to me, and my face went red. I tried to strike up a conversation.
"What was that kid's deal?" I asked. Annabeth replied
"Indraj can be weird sometimes, but we all are, aren't we?"
"Wait, you know him?" I asked, surprised. I would have thought Annabeth wouldn't consort with weirdos and lowlifes.
"We go to the same summer camp in New York."
"New York? Why in hell would you go over there?"
"To visit… friends. Luckily I don't have to go there this year."
"Why?"
"Because I have my best friend right here." Initially I thought she was referring to me. Boy was I wrong.