Mistakes
Thalia's POV
Ahh, I had never been so excited about a Monday. From the second I opened my eyes to see the bright Monday light, and smelled the sweet Monday morning, I was ready to start the day. Oh, why was I so excited about a fucking Monday? You see, my dear friend, it was a very special Monday, the Monday where I began my beautiful sabotage for my ex-best friend, Annabeth Chase. When I giddily strolled though the front doors to hang up my brilliant posters, I soon realized that dear Annabeth was not in school. "Oh well," I thought to myself, "the posters would still be a hit tomorrow, assuming that no one would rip them down."
I rushed to put my untouched homework and textbooks in my locker. I was too busy with my fantastic posters; I didn't have time for schoolwork. After I crammed everything in, I pulled my hound's-tooth duck tape, black scissors, and cherry lollipop out of my locker and slammed it shut. I popped the sweet, artificial, candy into my lip-sticked mouth, throwing the wrapper on the floor. With the posters under my arm, supplies in hand, and lollipop in mouth, I headed off to start phase one of my Plan.
With my lollipop clacking around in my mouth, I found the perfect spot for my first poster, right in front of the boy's bathroom. It was the perfect spot, all the boys who loved her would see it, and the principal and teachers wouldn't. Fool proof. I snipped off four long shiny strips of duck tape and with my opposite hand, held the poster to the bumpy wall. I stuck one piece of tape to each side and pressed out the air bubbles. I stood back and admired my work. The poster looked awesome, if I do say so myself. I blew up a picture of Annabeth with a cheesy smile on her face holding both thumbs up. Next to it, I had written; Certified Molester, in big red letters. I couldn't help but giggle at my masterpiece. (A/N: blew up; as in enlarged)
As I marched away, ready to hang up more of my sweet posters, a crowd of girls read my work of art and began hysterically laughing. Some even took pictures. I rounded the bend of the hallway and dropped my supplies on the floor so I could set up another poster when I got an unexpected text message. It was from Drew, who had the entire school in her contact list and had sent the text to every one of them. It was a picture of the poster with a caption, "cheers to Thalia! Luv that gurl." I smiled and a warm felling spread from my chest. What was it; it was so absent all this time? Ah, it was pride. Pride in a cruel thing I had done to another person, but of course, it was only fair at the time. As I strolled through the halls hanging up posters with Annabeth making dumb faces with captions such as; "I'll rape your family! Call me, my number is (123)-456-7890! I watch you sleep! I've slept with so many boys; I lost count, especially because I'm blonde!" I knew the last one would get to her the most since she hates all stereo-types. Oops. Shoot me.
When I was done, I took my time getting back to my locker; I didn't care if I was late to homeroom. I plucked my needed books for my first classes from my green locker and giddily pranced into my homeroom. People I didn't know slapped me on the back and gave me high-fives. I got so much praise, I couldn't remember my life without it. The noise died down when my grumpy homeroom teacher, 164 year old Mrs. Regahb, shuffled into the room wearing a red flowered dress and sat at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee. I leaned back in my seat and absorbed the attention. I snapped up when my Noika buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the message, it was from Percy. Why the hell would he text me? I wondered as I opened the message. When it loaded, I gasped. It said, "Annabeth is in the hospital. Long story. Come fast. She's freaking out and the doctors don't know what's wrong. They're taking her to a mental hospital." Percy must have not known Annabeth and I weren't speaking.
"Holy shit!" a random jock shouted behind me. I rapidly pressed the close button, but the screen froze. "Annabeth Chase is being taken to a mental hospital!" I tried to jam the large phone in my pocket with stiff fingers, but it clattered to the floor along with my lollipop that now left a sickening taste in my mouth. The whole class grabbed for my phone and took a good look. The nauseating sound of the virtual bell rang for five seconds as the last person holding my phone tossed it to the ground. I gingerly picked it up and shoved it in my pocket. Crap. This was my entire fault. If I hadn't hung up posters, or fought with Annabeth, or brought my phone to class, it might've never happened. I stepped into the hall where the news was spreading like wildfire. Different stories about how she was getting put in a mental hospital floated around. "She probably is just pregnant from that swimmer Guy." stated a blond Juicy girl. "I bet she did drugs." said a brunette, walking up behind her.
I couldn't stand the rumors and pain anymore. I wanted to see Annabeth. I fumbled with my locked and jammed my books roughly into the metal locker. I slammed it shut and ran for the first set of doors I saw. "Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit." I was thinking the whole time. Now Annabeth and I might never make up. I sprinted to my car and when I saw the condition it was in, I nearly dropped dead.
A/N: Hhhm, what happens? I just really HAD to post on 12/12/12. I hope you enjoyed this exhilarating chapter! Please drop ideas and I promise I will put them in the story!