I cannot wait till SUMMER! I am sick of homework and finals. But we are making mini earthquake safe buildings in Science class. Better than a textbook and worksheets. And a field trip to Medieval Times. And geometry. Ahhhh. I am known as a nerd because I thank the Muslims for creating algebra. And to give me something to annoy my friend. But I was bored, so to explain me,
A. A child of Hermes (I am to my friend, plus I look nothing like a child of Athena)
B. A Ravenclaw (I get awesome grades)
C. Attractive (My mom thought I was at a awkward stage of puberty, but she saw I was good looking and normal compared to some of the kids at my school.)
Well, Chapter 10. See ya! And tell me if you are tired of school. So I know that I am not alone.
-SAVE THE NARGLES
I felt my heart beating like a drum, and my forehead was breaing a sweat. It has been like this for a while, ever since that dream. I try to forget it, but I can't, and I never will. Not for a while at least. I have locked myself in my room whenever my dad was around, only leaving during the day to clean and get food and go to the bathroom. I was probably getting thinner. I looked thinner, like I lost fifteen pounds since I came back. Probably because I was doing less physical activity and surviving on granola bars.
I felt my heart continue to race, even though I was reading a book. Not very active. But I know my dad would be home soon, It was almost 6. I stole some food and sat in my bedroom. My clothes hung loosely on my body, now a little to thin for super-model thin. I would of either been ignored for being super bony, or being offered to model sexy chothes, make-up and weird things like lava lamps, so one that is pretty tells them in a commercial to go buy a stupid lava lamp for no reason and finds it usless. The second option for sure. I think my dad would like it if I was on TV. But the gods will have to put me in Taturaus if they want me selling lava lamps.
I collapsed on the bed. I felt weak. Hopeless. I was as fragile as glass. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was really thin. My chothes, a T-Shirt an some sweatpants, were falling, I could see my bra straps and the seam of my underwear where they were falling. My cheeks were slightly hollow and I had dark circles under my eyes and my face was breaking out. I could feel my ribs and my hips jutted out, more than they should. My hair was a rats nest. But the worst part was that I was still beautiful. Like Princess Buttercup, from the Princess Bride, beautiful, but had her glinches. They were fixed anyway. Just to make her better. Sometimes I really hated my beauty.
I cried. Why did I look terrible and like a supermodel at the same. I cried my self to sleep. But I had my dreams that haunted me, the blood and suffering that make me feel ghostly, like I should be dead. I looked like I should be one anyway. I felt the pain of the rocks, the clashes of weapons, the tears streaming down my dirt coated face. I woke up in a cold sweat.
I felt that I was still in my clothes. It was dark outside. I was even sweater than I was before. I felt my eyes water, and I felt hot, even with the AC on. Though my blurry vision I saw that the clock said 11:17. I slept for 5 hours, but I felt like I was going to faint. I felt my dinner come up and I threw up n the floor. I tried to stand up, but I fell on the ground. I tried to get up, but I could barely move my fingers and toes. So I stayed there. I knew the door was locked, so no one could get though. So I waited, barely able to move, not able to speak, as the dim light faded away to blackness. What kind of blackness I did not know.
I felt someone force some ambrosia into my mouth. I felt black bean soup go down my throat. I opened my eyes. (You are going to love me in 3, 2, 1...)
"Are you alright, Beauty Queen?"
The curly hair, elfish features and the toolbelt; I knew it was Leo. He should be at camp now. But I gave him a huge hug, with all the energy I could muster. He looked shocked, but he was hugging me back. I needed him. I felt myself smile. It was the first real smile in a while.
"I'm fine now. What happened?" I said in a worried whisper. What if my dad overheard?
"You had a high fever and you fainted on the floor. If I did not find you, you might of died if no one found you within a couple of hours." Leo summarized.
I blushed. "Thanks. For saving me. Why are you here? Not that I mind. "
"I missed you. And I...um...bought you flowers. Girls like flowers, right? Even if I picked them off the side of the road, not at a florist."
I smiled and laughed, a clear, perfectly pitched laugh, the ones that are very contagious. He grinned at the fact. I remembered that maniac grin that he gave me when we knew each other. It annoyed the Hades out of me most of the time, but I had grown to like it, and missed seeing it. I then looked at the flowers in detail. They were purple statice. They also had whitish-pink clovers to accent the were tied up with a cream colored ribbon, ragged at the edges. It looked so worn, but homey. I liked it.
"They are lovely. It is the thought that counts." I told him. I then felt my stomach get a bit woozy again.
"I think I am going to throw up again."
Leo pulled out a bucket from his toolbelt and gave it to me. A second later, I puked my stomach out into the bucket. I felt him rubbing my back. I did not think that any boy would do that, much less Leo. I stopped puking after a couple of more minutes and leaned against him. He rubbed my back and he stroked my hair. I felt my breath steady.
"Why don't you sleep. It is almost 5:00... in the morning."
I looked at him sleepily. He looked worried. I felt terrible. I probably looked terrible too. But I felt insecure.
"I will. But stay here, with me. Please."
"I will."
He grabbed a thin blanket and a pillow and tucked me in, well, the best he could, as I was on the floor. Then he sat down next to me. I pulled the blanket closer to my body and grabbed the flowers. I held them loosely near my body, so they would not get crumpled. I still felt miserable, with my sickness, but for once, I was happy. I had not felt this way in a long time.
I drifted off to sleep. Leo was still stroking my hair, and I felt at peace. And that is almost impossible for me.
LIPER! THEY ARE RE-UNITED! Hope you don't think I am crazy. Tell everyone that does not know that you read this story about this chapter, to confuse them for me. Review, any make sure they include lots of cheering. I cannot hear the cheering but I bet a galleon, denarii or drachma (which ever currency you use) that I can read it. See ya, peeps!
-SAVE THE NARGLES