Hello! Heres another chapter for you! Second one today!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON
Chapter Three: PRIVATE NUMBER
RAINS POV
I hate school. And I know what all of you smarty brainiac kids out there are looking at the screen in shock right now. But it's not the learning that I don't like, it's the people.
I have severe anxiety when it comes to people. Not just kids my age, but people who are old and even little kids that are like 2 years old. One time, I had a panic attack when I was 13 because of I was riding in an elevator alone with a three-year-old. It's that bad.
If the school had no students or teachers, it would be perfect. Absolutely perfect. I opened the doors to Long Beach High School and is greeted by the sound of excited chatter and loud footsteps. The homecoming game and dance were tonight, everyone was going to be there. Everone except me.
I made my way to my locker, avoiding any physical contact with as many people as I could. When I got to my destination, I leaned down to enter the password into the lock when my long hair fell out from behind my ear. I huffed irritably and pushed it back as I put in the code. 29-13-45. The locker opened easily and I smiled to myself. Usually I have to put it in several times to get the darn thing open.
I put my bag away and grabbed some books out of my locker. The warning bell rang, telling the students to get to class. I started walking in the direction of Geometry when I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my jeans. I frowned to myself. Who could be texting me? No one had my number... not even Jeramy... the only reason he gave me this phone was to call him if she was staying after school for something.hmm...I thought
as I entered Geometry.It's probably a scammer or a salesperson. Trying to rip me off. I'll just ignore it.
I sat down in the back of the classroom, a textbook on my desk. I watched as my classmates slowly trickled in, stopping at a desk or two to speak with a friend. I felt a pang of jealousy. I will never be able to have friends. Jeramy will make sure of that.
The bell rang and the remaining people up made their way to there seats. The teacher, got up from his desk and stood in front of the classroom. He was always one of my favorite teachers. we don't have a bond really, but he's always had some sort of a soft spot for me. He cleared his throat to get our attention.
"Good morning class! today we will be taking our topic two test! Now I hope you've studied because it's a hard one!" Multiple groans were heard from around the room. began handing out the tests, as he was laying one on my own desk someone from the front made a rude noise. The boy, Austin Buyers turned around to face the teacher. "50 questions? Why does this test have 50 questions?!" The teacher just smiled.
"We've been preparing for this test for two months. I think you can handle it. and I don't see anyone else complaining..." He looked around the room as if asking for objections in a courtroom. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I didn't like being this close to the teacher for so long.
He seemed to notice my discomfort and nodded at Austin, who rolled his eyes and sat back down correctly. He put the paper on my desk, giving me a small smile before moving on.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. My hands had started shaking during the conversation with Austin and . I sat on my hands, closed my eyes and counted to ten. After the ten seconds, I felt a lot better. I opened my eyes, looked down at my paper and got to work.
My phone had vibrated six more times during the test. I was the last problem when it did it again. I sighed and finished the test, walking up to the front of the room, turning it into the correct basket. smiled at me as I did. He was reading a book: The Geometry Of Physics. How someone could read a book with that title, I would never know. I walked back to my desk keeping my head down to avoid the stairs of the other people in the room. I sat down at my phone buzzed a seventh time. I got it out from my pocket and flipped it open. (Yes, I do have a flip phone. There notthatbad.)
SEVENNEW MESSAGES(PRIVATE NUMBER)
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. Who would text me seven times? I opened the messages to find this...
PRIVATE NUMBER: Rain Ann Smith. When you read this, text me back.
I shuttered internally. How did this person get my numberandname? That's creepy.
PRIVATE NUMBER: Rain Ann Smith, you are in danger. Your school is compromised. Text me when you read this.
I looked around the room, nothing looked dangerous... and what does compromised mean?
PRIVATE NUMBER: You need to get rid of your phone NOW.
My frown deepened. First, they wanted me to text them, now they want me to get rid of my phone?
MISSED CALL
MISSED CALL
PRIVATE NUMBER: Meet me in the girl's bathroom by room B3. If you're not there by 9:00 sharp ill be coming.
I checked the time in the right corner of the screen. It was exactly 9:01. I swallowed and jumped when my phone vibrated again. I quickly read the message and felt pale.
PRIVATE NUMBER: I'm coming.
FIN