Chapter 5
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The good mood Annabeth left me with quickly disappeared after the first class. I didn't think it was possible to hate English any more than I already did, but Mr Parkinson was driving me insane. I was looking forward to blowing off some steam in gym, I had heard we were going to do some boxing. However, I was most certainly not looking forward to the stares and whispers as people were once again reminded what a freak I was. Coach divided the class in half, he told the first half to stand behind the punching bags at the walls and hold them in place. He then instructed the rest of us to go stand at one of the bags. The kid holding the bag I went up to looked kind of scared. I wonder what rumours he had heard.
"If you know what you're doing, go right ahead. But if you are in any way unsure wait for me to come around and give you a hand."
I started hitting the bag, punching deliberately, practicing my technique. As I fell into the familiar rhythm, I became aware of the rest of the hall. I could hear people punching the bags, coach showing people what to do. And I could hear the whispers. Did you see his scars, he's like a psycho or something, did you see his record? With each word I hit harder, venting my frustrations and my I had been bottling up because I didn't want to burden anyone came spilling out. Punch after punch, harder and harder. My classmate's whispers became the hisses of the arai, my vision tunnelled and all I could do was keep punching.
A scream shook me out of my daze, the kid who had been holding my bag had been thrown against the wall with the force of my punches. Everyone was freaking out and I just stood there. What had happened to me, had I changed so much? The school nurse called an ambulance for the kid, I heard some one call him Ben. I was sent the principle's office, but no one could figure out if I had actually broken any rules.
"Annabeth, σε χρειάζομαι" I need you I said under my breath.
"Percy!" I turned around at the sound of my name, it was Ms. Lohan. "I think we need to have another chat,"
"δεν καταλαβαίνετε και ποτέ δεν θα με αφήσετε μόνο μου" you don't understand, and you never will so just leave me alone I said quietly, defeated.
"I'm sorry?"
"Nothing."