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Learn more about Amazon Giveaway. Set up a giveaway. For example, I spell colour this way ;. This doesn't mean you have to listen to them but they were the songs I wrote the scenes to and it gives you an incite as to what was going through my head at the time. You can never really appreciate a moment until it becomes a memory. At least that's what I've learnt. Sure you might be thankful in the moment but it's not until the present becomes the past and the future becomes a road that not even the sanest of people would go down, that you wish you could just go back and be there again.
It's in the end that we all tend to look back, I think. But it was only just the beginning. They call me Annabeth, I guess. I don't know who 'they' is though. I can't really remember the last person I had a real conversation with. Course, you can't really blame me, I attend Goode High School which is probably one of the most prestigious schools in New York for sports but definitely not for a nice welcoming atmosphere.
I've never been a quitter really, or someone that sulks in the corner when life doesn't go to plan. Patient and appreciating; that's what I've always been taught to be. Quiet, for sure, but kind as well. I've never been one to argue or complain. My mother used to tell me that I hardly ever cried when I was younger and on my first night in this world, I slept soundly like I never threw tantrums or argued with her, I hadn't really been brought up that way and I'd loved her too much.
It's not that I was shy back then or afraid of getting my point of view across because it was the complete opposite. I was very strong as a child. Smart, strong and brave but never callous. Always gentle and respectful. People used to call me the 'golden child', of course that's all changed now. The old Annabeth has gone. Sometimes I'd like to think it's other people's fault but really I can only blame myself.
Blame myself for being weak and letting people influence me more and more. The thing about being a weak minded person is that people begin to get a satisfaction out of controlling you. Nowadays, you could say that I'm your everyday nerdy shy girl with social anxiety and outstanding grades.
I'm not usually the one to talk about myself though, I find the topic 'me' uncomfortable. I'm more of the sit in the background so hopefully no one notices me, type of girl. I am literally invisible in that school. Don't get me wrong, I like it this way and it's better this way because then I don't have to worry about silly things like friends and relationships and all that drama. It's just me and my books and that's the way it's always been. That's the way it always will be. I'm different you see, I don't even fit into my own family anymore, let alone High School. I'm 'inhumanly' smart for my age apparently, according to the therapist I'd visited a few years back for my social anxiety.
I've done an IQ test, scoring but I didn't believe it for a second. I mean, Einstein's IQ is like and there is no way I could be smarter than a genius like him. You'd think it's a gift to have this much knowledge inside one's head but at times it can be strange, overwhelming and sometimes it makes me feel like an alien—like I don't belong. I've skipped a grade, so now I'm a senior instead of a junior, and I've been doing online college since the age of I was originally going to go straight to university after my sophomore year but for some reason my father wanted me to finish High School.
Maybe he just doesn't want to pay for my college tuition. That wouldn't really surprise me anymore. Not since the split. My family is originally from England but we moved to New York for my mother's work. My dad, Frederick Chase, is a workaholic who's never home and hardly pays attention to me even when he is home. He used to though…once upon a time. I only see him once or twice a year really. My parents split when I was 6 and I lived with my mother for a few years but when I was 10 I was carted off to live with my dad.
The few years I spent with my mother were some of the best years of my life, it had really affected me when I was taken from her.
And knowing just that helps me to see it and not give it more importance than is warranted. The one that keeps you moving toward your goal! Describe a time when your supervisor talked to you about your performance? Maybe he wants to be part of my life again. I must admit like Todd, I do have a little bit of an OW brain when it comes to chocolate cake and sweets.
Something to do with Social Services thinking she wasn't fit to look after me because she was so busy with work all the time. My mother built her own architecture company when she was just 19 years old. It's probably the most famous architecture firm in the world. Practically every college graduate wants to go there if they studied architecture, it's like the go-to place for it.
If you can get a job at Athena Associates you can get a job anywhere. Someday, I hope I can work for her and maybe even take over the company. But in reality, she's probably forgotten all about me. I haven't spoken to her in almost 3 years. I know where she is, I know her home and work address but still I won't go see her. I figured she wouldn't want me to. It's like she never even loved me. I wonder if she even remembers me. My relationship with my dad is different now too. I think I'm just a sad reminder of my mother for him because we look so alike.
We had been really close once but when I moved in after the 'split', he hated looking after me. He used to leave the room when I cried and most of the time he'd just tell Helen, his new wife, to look after me and she was never nice. I was always asking when I could see my mother again. I guess a little girl was too much for him to handle. It came to the point where he used his work as an excuse to avoid me. Sometimes I can't even picture his face. I have to look at old family photos just to remember what his long lost smile looks like. I missed it, it used to be the cause of my own smile once upon a time.
It's no wonder my family don't pay attention to me though, I wouldn't describe myself as anything special or significant, apart from my grades there's nothing remotely interesting about me. I wouldn't say I was pretty but I wouldn't say I was ugly either. I'm just average— average light blonde, long, wavy hair, boring grey eyes, average height, average lightly tanned skin, average everything. I'm just your every day average geek. They should call me Average Annabeth.
You hardly notice me because I'm always hiding behind a book or homework paper that's not due in for weeks but I'll be doing it the day it was set anyway. I even use glasses to hide behind, though I have perfect eyesight. They're just a pair of plain black square glasses; the kind that look fashionable on models but not on me. I guess you could say that's another thing people tease me about when they actually notice I'm there. I suppose sometimes I just want to give up, go crawl under my covers and sleep it all away but I never do, I'll never put myself on that level. I'll always stay strong.
I never tell anyone this because I know they won't understand.
Who would I tell anyway? There's no one to tell. I'm used to being alone I guess. It's not the loneliness that gets to me the most. No, the worst thing is being forgotten by someone you can't forget So I was taking my usual hour long route to school on foot, except this time I would be heading to the Senior form room, where the most popular people in school hang out. I was wearing a light biegey-grey off the shoulder woolly jumper with white skinny jeans ripped at the knees and nude sneakers with white laces. The sweater was ever so slightly too big for me so it hung over my hands and waist.
It was one of those cozy jumpers, perfect for snuggling up in and scrunching the ends in your fists for warmth. It wasn't the go-to outfit for the school really, the go-to outfit for girls was probably denim shorts and a crop top, maybe even high heels. My glasses rested on my nose and I had my plain white lace rucksack carrying all my books, over my shoulder as I trudged along the wet pavement, covered in puddles. When I reached the entrance to Goode High, I kept my head down and quickly walked into school to avoid any confrontation in the car park.
Ignoring the nervous butterflies in my stomach, I weaved my way through the noisy crowded corridors, to find my new locker. It was your usual survival of the fittest playground, with Chad Molesky and his friends bullying freshman, Sophia Mason sneaking off with her bestie to go smoke pot in the janitor's cupboard, couples dramatically making out against lockers and so forth.
My locker, unfortunately, was not in a quiet spot and very much surrounded by students.
I had to squeeze my way through to actually get to it. I hid my face behind the door as I shoved my books inside and took the ones I needed. So now that you've seen that, you've probably realized just how much of a nobody I am. Even though I know who everyone is in this school, I bet you none of the students could even tell you my name. It's this skill, if you like, that I've always had. I'm good at analyzing numbers and words but I'm also good at analyzing people.
I can almost tell what they are feeling or thinking just by looking at them and being the quiet nerd in the background has its perks. You'd be surprised as to just how much gossip you hear when no one notices you. Suddenly, the noise in the corridor died down a bit and filled with whispers as they walked in. The populars, the superiors, the pretty girls, whatever you want to call them, every school has them. They were fashionably late as usual and waltzing down the corridor in an arrow shape, like they owned the place.
Half the girls in the corridor had jealous looks in their eyes mixed with fear, the other half of them had respect and admiration. However, most of the boys just looked like your everyday hormonal teenager as they stared at their butts and muttered trash, with their friends, under their breaths. My eyes landed on Piper McLean first, standing further back in the arrow formation.
She was pretty and a fairly smart senior with a cute Pocahontas sort of style going on, with feathers weaved into her shoulder-length light brown hair. She was supposedly from a Cherokee bloodline which I guess is where she got the Pocahontas style from. Unlike the other three girls, she was more of a tomboy. Head of drama club and captain of the girl's soccer team. She was the kinda girl who looks really cute but also gives off the vibe that she could snap your neck if you disrespected her.
She was feisty and people liked that, even I liked that. Her dad was the famous actor, Tristan McLean and she was dating Jason Grace, probably the third most popular guy in school, so it was no surprise that she'd found her way into the popular group. She was nice though, and her smile was to die for.
Reyna stood near the back too. She's probably one of the tough girls of the group and her towering height contributed to that. Captain of the volleyball team and student body president, she practically runs this school. Even the most popular girl in school sort of bows down to her sometimes, unwillingly might I add but more on her later.
She has a pretty but intimidating look with a lean, muscular build, intense brown eyes and a long, dark brown, glossy braid hanging over her left shoulder. She had a stern expression, making her look like such a badass as she walked through the school hallway. I'm sure most guys would find that attractive if they were brave enough but she'd never let any of them get within arm's length. She is very intelligent and one of the smartest people in the school. Hopefully she'll never find out that I'm the one who keeps getting a couple of marks higher than her in our midterms because I'm scared of what she'll do to me.
Thalia was standing beside Piper. Now she was one to challenge Reyna. She was the other tough girl of the group with a sort of Goth-chic style going on. Her electric blue eyes were shocking and intense compared to her thick black pixie cut. She was the dark, mysterious, slightly scary girl in the group.
The one you'd find late at night smoking weed in the blindspots of New York City. The one you'd find arguing with a teacher in class or sitting outside the principals office for the third time in one day. Something about her was interesting though, like you instantly wanted to get to know her, no matter how scary she looked.
I always laughed silently as she yelled at the boys who hit on her. No one and I mean no one could mess with her.
I think even Drew is scared of her sometimes. Who's Drew you may ask? Wouldn't we all like to know? If you can picture any power-hungry, egoistic but unfathomably beautiful girl, then you can picture Drew Tanaka. I watched her walk in, all proud like she could do anything she wanted here, anything at all and no one would stop her. She was the leader of the clique, as I like to call it, and was in front as usual, flanked by her possy.
She had perfect medium length, glossy black hair with flawless porcelain coloured skin. She was skinny, with curves in all the right places, and her face was perfect; long and thick eyelashes, straight nose, full lips, expertly shaped eyebrows, high cheekbones, perfectly done make-up, the whole package.
Everything about her was perfect apart from the fact that she was downright evil; now I'm talking Underworld, Hades kind of evil. She spends her life trying to ruin everyone else's in this school. It's like she enjoys watching the people around her suffer and anyone who gets in the way of her popularity, love interests or whatever, is practically signing their death warranty already.
Her heels, which gave her a towering height, clicked on the floor and I swear a few girls backed up a little. She had recently broken up with her college boyfriend and was, no doubt, planning on sinking her teeth into the all-famous Percy Jackson. She'd been wanting to do that for quite some time now, especially since they'd hooked up a few months back. More on him later, but for now, I'll just tell you that Percy is the tall, dark stranger that the universe warned you about.
She had started attending Goode High sophomore year and within a week or so she had turned the place upside down. I'm talking a tone of prejudice views and stereotypes, bullying, fighting, drama, the whole thing. She had turned Goode High School into a hell hole where people come to die. Her eyes scanned the corridor, daring anyone to question her superiority.
She walked in the middle, slightly in front of the others, just to reiterate the fact that she was above everyone, even her friends. Her two best girlfriends stood either side of her; to her right was Rachel, probably the co-leader of the group and Drew's most favoured clique member, even though they fought all the time like toddlers, probably because they both like Percy; the most popular guy in school To be honest, there probably isn't a girl in this entire school who doesn't like him, even the ones with boyfriends like him.
I'm pretty sure there are a few guys here who like him too. It was weird really because it seemed that I was the only one here who realised how arrogant and irresponsible the guy could be sometimes. And it was a shame really because deep down I didn't think he was a total jerk but then again I've always been known to try and forgive even the worst of people. Take Drew for example, she's always been horrible to me and anyone she dislikes but I still don't think she's a bad person. After all, she's human like me and we all have had different experiences that have shaped who we are.
As I was saying, sometimes you'd hear 'catfight! You see why I avoid these things? But other than that, they were both really good friends. Along with Calypso they did anything and everything together. The three of them were all part of the cheerleading squad, Drew being the head cheerleader and they all attended a gymnastics and yoga club outside of school. Anyway, Rachel was just as pretty but, like Drew, she covered herself in make up so I didn't know how much of that was real.
She had fiery red straightened hair that went on forever and intense emerald green eyes. It was a shame; before Drew had her wrapped around her finger she was so nice. She had beautiful, seriously frizzy, curly red hair and her face was dotted with little freckles, which she had mostly covered up with powder and foundation now. I remember a Rachel who would prance around in paint-splattered overalls, ranting on about how great art was. That was a long time ago. She used to date Percy. They were like the number one Goode couple for like a year running or something, their pictures were up on the wall in the school corridor under the 'cutest couple of the week' display.
Don't ask me how the students managed to get permission to do that, I have no idea. Anyway, Rachel started acting like Drew and I guess Percy didn't really like who she was turning into. Now it's more of an on and off kinda thing. Percy was never the lovey-dovey type anyway. I was pretty sure, and he made it quite clear, that he was just in it for the game or the sex. At least, that's what he made it out to be. He was a total player, anyone could see that. The girls adored him. Her skin was also a porcelain colour and she was skinnier than Drew but slightly less curvy.
She was just as tall in her heels and skin tight green dress and just as dumb, they both got C's and D's, however they managed to pass classes with male teachers. Calypso stood to Drew's right. She was also really pretty with long silky caramel hair and a cute girly style but she was an emotional wreck. She falls in love with practically every guy she meets and they end up breaking her heart in some way.
She's nice but a little dumb. She follows Drew around like a little puppy and copies her to a T, meaning her nice personality becomes not so nice when she's around Drew. She's probably the quiet one in the group to be honest. So basically the group was split into two. They were all joined together through their boyfriends slash guy friends to form some sort of frenemy relationship. They all walked down the corridor, more like strutted, gaining a few wolf whistles and a few guys coming up to them asking for their numbers.
They went to stand by a few of the popular guys; Jason, Beckendorf, Leo, Travis and Connor across the corridor from my locker. Connor and Leo instantly began flirting with them like idiots as Jason and Piper kissed a bit. They were really cute together, I admit. After Percy and Rachel's relationship had started being an on and off kind of thing, instead of a full on occupation, which is what it used to be, Jason and Piper had both taken the title of Goode High's cutest couple from them and their pictures were already up on the wall.
Thalia and Reyna leant against the lockers chatting with each other and mocking the others as they flirted with each other.
I just kept my head down and prayed that Drew wouldn't start mocking me again but it was hard to keep my head down when a certain someone walked through the entrance at the end of the corridor. Okay, what I said about him earlier, being arrogant, irresponsible and all that, doesn't prevent me from acknowledging the fact that this guy was still incredibly good looking. No amount of snide comments, snarky attitudes towards teachers or stupid actions from him were ever going to stop me from thinking that.
I'm not sure it would, or even could , stop anyone from thinking that. His thick black hair was a little longer than usual but still short and it had a sexy messy surfer look to it. Summer had been good to him as usual this year; he was even more tanned and muscular than before but he wasn't oversized, he was lean with the right kind of muscle. How it was possible for him to get any hotter than last year, I have no idea but he managed it.
My Gods he managed it. Dam you could have cut your finger on that jaw line. He ran his fingers through his hair as he pushed the doors open and walked into the busy corridor. Now, the atmosphere did change when the girl clique got here but that was nothing compared to how it changed when he got here. Sure there were the other popular guys but none of them even came close to Percy.
He was just from another planet. Girls sighed and eyed him as he walked past. He nodded to a few guys and winked at a few lucky girls, one of them fainted, not even kidding, one wink and she was out. It was hard not to look at his biceps as they swung casually when he walked. He just made everything seem so effortless. Talk about a guy being out of your league, Percy was just from a different hierarchy. A higher hierarchy that only included the hottest, sexiest people in the world and his name was right at the very top above Zac Efron, Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum.
I'm not even kidding, he is that gorgeous. He was wearing navy blue jeans with a dark brown belt and a black Imagine Dragons T-shirt with rolled sleeves. He was holding his black leather biker jacket slung over his shoulder, yes he owns a motorbike. Usually I would have found that incredibly stupid and reckless but with Percy I couldn't describe it as anything other than hot.
The same thing applies to the fact that he has a trident tattoo on his right forearm. I'd heard he had more tattoos but I could never see from a distance. He had his black Aviators on and his signature smirk, the cute one, the one that said High School is such a joke, why am I even here? His black converses were muddy and scuffed but even they looked good on him. At that moment, Chad Molesky started pushing a girl up against a locker and yelling at her a few metres in front of Percy. They were both juniors. The girl was called Hannah I think.
She was a small, dainty little thing with short blonde hair and a cute baby face. I would call her pretty but cute was more suitable for her appearance. Percy casually took off his Aviators and grabbed the back of Chad's jacket, pulling him away from Hannah and slinging him against the white lockers on the other side of the wall. Whispers filled the corridor and although it wasn't silent, you could tell everyone was watching. This is none of your business. I could tell that Percy was the last person on the planet that he'd want to challenge.
His voice didn't waver, it was steady and cool, like he did this sort of thing all the time. His eyes bore into Sam's, daring him to disobey. Chad huffed in defeat, then sighed, keeping his eyes on the floor before storming down the corridor without another word. He past me and I could tell he was angry and frustrated but when Percy told you to do something, you did it. That's just how it is.
She barely managed to give him a nod as her breaths came out in ragged gasps.
She smiled at him giddily and he gave her a nod, then he carried on walking down the corridor like nothing had happened. So now that you've witnessed that, you'll understand when I tell you that Percy just runs this school. Granted, you could argue that Drew ran the school because Percy was more of the laid back kinda type. He didn't really exploit his ability to control things due to his popularity, he left that to the people who actually cared—meaning Drew.
No, he was more interested in sports, getting drunk at parties and hitting on girls, rather than coming up with evil, mastermind plans to wrap everyone in school around his finger. Though he most certainly possessed the power to do so. Percy's too lazy to become an evil mastermind in my opinion. That said, even with Drew's immense control over the Goode students, one word from Percy and she'd shut up. One move on his part and the whole table would turn. Percy was the wild card. Anything and everything was based around him. He was the first guy to lead Goode High into the state championship for swimming, basketball and football.
Within a year he was already captain for all three teams, the Sharks, NY Wolves etc, and bringing home a win for the teams in every single competition. In this school, Percy was practically royalty and everyone worshipped him. He had black curly hair but it was closely shaven to his head. He was of mixed race with dark skin and had a chavy style, one which often consisted of trousers hanging half way down his waist. They'd both been friends forever, you rarely caught them apart and trouble followed them wherever they went. Dude the chicks in L. A are like insane. I'm talking 'double-d' insane.
Percy gave him a low five as the other guys sniggered. I rolled my eyes at that, starting to go through my folder to check I had everything. Some girls walked past, eyeing Percy and giggling. He gave one of them a smile and she covered her mouth giggling as her friends jaws dropped to the floor and they pulled her away jealously. I rolled my eyes at that too. The 'Jackson effect' is seriously getting old. She cracked a smile and eventually hugged him back. Okay, long story short, during one of Percy's massive house parties, Grover got wasted and was caught making out with a tree wearing a goat onesie by Connor and Travis Stoll.
The next thing you know, they were filming the whole thing and it went viral. Thalia's face however, was far from humorous. Beckendorf was a big guy with dark skin and large muscles, larger than Percy's. They were different in a sense that when you looked at Percy you'd think point guard, swimmer, quarterback and so on but when you looked at Beckendorf you'd instantly think line backer, wrestler and so on. He looked tough but he was a real sweetheart.
He worked at his dad's garage shop and Percy and Jason often work there part time too. I thought it was the only mature thing about Percy. Percy stepped between them before she could punch him in the face. By beating up my best friend. Thalia huffed and shrugged a sniggering Percy off but she seemed pretty pleased about what he'd said about her being able to beat Grover up easily.
Percy and Rachel shared a look before they both looked away quickly and he turned back to Drew. I wondered what that was all about. His blonde hair was neatly cropped and perfect and he was muscular like Percy but not as tall. He was handsome but when it came to Percy, there was absolutely no competition, whatsoever. The girls all just stood back and watched the events in front of them happen on their own.
Piper had one eyebrow raised the whole time, Thalia was scoffing at everything they said, Reyna was just on her phone acting like she couldn't care less while Rachel was standing next to Calypso as they whispered to one another and listened in on the guy's conversation. An irritated Drew staggered away from them, scowling at Grover. They'd never really liked one another because Drew used to bully Percy in Middle School apparently.
Leo was a crazy looking boy with tanned skin and wild, long curly brown hair which always looked messy. He always had an insane grin on his face, one that would freak you out a little because you knew he was planning something crazy. He looked quite young for his age, to be honest, but maybe that's just because he acts so childishly. Percy rolled his eyes. Percy held his face as if to adjust it before slinging his leather jacket on and pulling up the collar in a really, really sexy way. I think I'm melting. I leant against the lockers pathetically and then suddenly realised what I was doing.
My eyes flew open and I buried my head in my folder again, shocked as to what had just happened. I couldn't believe it. I didn't even mean for it to happen it just kinda did I know he's good looking but he may as well not have a brain at all. I don't have time for swooning over a guy like that. What is wrong with me? Leo rolled his eyes. I smiled for a moment, thanking him mentally for saying something that made me disapprove of him again. I say 'disapprove' because I don't really hate or dislike people. I always see the good qualities in people but if you asked me, Percy had more bad than good in him.
Suddenly, there was a loud 'bang' from the Chemistry lab and Mr Johnson, the chemistry teacher, came out with ash all over his face and his hair sticking out on edge like he'd just been electrocuted. The whole corridor burst out laughing. All the populars burst out laughing while Connor and Travis Stoll were practically crying with laughter.
No doubt he'd been involved in that too. See what I mean! He is arrogant and because of this he can be so idiotically stupid sometimes. I thought it made him reckless but, in a way, I also thought it made him seem adorable, like a little puppy who just wants to play but instead destroys your living room. So you can't really be mad at him. He's just too cute.
Why am I still staring at them? I quickly shut my locker and turned to leave but during the process I accidently caught Percy's gaze, for the first time. I had never actually looked into his eyes before, I'd always been too nervous, probably because of our different popularity levels. I had heard girls talking about his eyes, some claimed they were blue, some claimed they were green and some just said they were dazzling.
But no description could do Percy's eyes justice. They were both dazzling and mesmerising. His eyes were blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill — comfortable, warm, familiar, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were a bluey green like the sea, crystal clear blue — shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air.
That's what colour they were. I suppose it's only fitting for surfer boy and swim captain to have eyes the colour of the sea. The whole world swirled around me and a moving image flashed across my eyes like the flicker of a long lost memory. A little girl was running along a tall wooden pier, reaching far out to sea. She looked around 8 or 9 years old maybe. Her long blonde hair was flowing out behind her in the wind like gold sails.
She was wearing a pretty white summer dress and little pink shoes that made subtle tapping sounds as she made her way across the platform. The waves were crashing up against the wooden beams stabilizing the platform and I recognised the scenery around her. It was clearly somewhere in New York because I could see the Empire State Building in the background and other skyline features. Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound and my mind focused back onto the image.
The little girl stood bravely at the very edge of the pier, looking down at the crashing waves below her. I couldn't see her face but any normal girl would have been terrified. The way she held herself was with such strength and confidence; it made me think she could conquer the entire world. Another creak came from the beams underneath her and suddenly they began to crack and the platform swayed gently in the wind but the girl didn't notice, she was still focused on the waves below her.
I wanted to cry out—to warn her—but suddenly, the front beams gave way and a deafening 'SNAP' filled my ears. A piercing scream escaped the little girl's mouth as the front part of the pier began tumbling into stormy sea below. With all her might, she ran and leapt into the air, barely managing to grip the other part of the pier which hadn't collapsed. I could see her attempting to pull herself up but she wasn't strong enough so she just hung there, desperately, screaming out for help.
Tears began streaming down her face and her arms began shaking as rain drops fell from the grey clouds hollering above her. Sea-spray spewed up from underneath her and spat on her tiny legs as she shivered in the cold. Her grip began to loosen and her fingers were slipping from the edge of the rain-soaked pier.
She cried out again, realising she was just seconds from plunging into the dangerously powerful waves below her. In the blink of an eye, her little fingers suddenly parted with the platform and a small gasp escaped her mouth as her eyes widened with shock. At that moment, she came to a sudden, jolting stop and she looked up to see a boy above her, gripping her arm. He looked only a few years older than her, possibly 9 or 10 but I couldn't see his face. He was a scrawny little thing, short and skinny with lightly tanned skin. Desperately, she reached and grabbed his hand so he could pull her up.
He struggled a little but was eventually able to haul her small figure up and onto the broken platform. She looked awful now, her pretty white dress was ripped and drenched in rain water and her knee was badly scraped. She carefully observed the gash on her knee and tapped it with a shaking fingertip. Her voice was a sweet elegant one and she pronounced every letter perfectly.
It made me think she had a posh upbringing. Though the scene rose many questions, I had the weirdest feeling in the back of my mind—I remembered this. Somewhere deep down inside me, I recognised this whole situation. It's like seeing a toy you played with as a child, one you'd forgotten you even used to own but once you saw it again you remembered it instantly. It was at that moment that I realised this must have been the time my mother was looking after me. She would have been the one teaching me to talk properly, like a lady.
She would have been the one to buy me all these expensive lady-like dresses. His voice was more casual and American like. He began to turn. You didn't tell me your name. Then it was over. I blinked in shock. Percy's head began to tilt in a cute dog-like fashion as though he was trying to figure something out. And for a moment, I forgot everything I thought about this guy and just gazed at him.
I watched as his eyes widened and then quickly narrowed in what looked like surprise. But it was more than that. When Percy's eyes held mine, my breath caught in my throat. I recognized him from somewhere. But I would have remembered meeting someone like him. I would have remembered feeling so absolutely shaken up as I did right now. I realised our eyes were still locking when he flashed me a smile. This was different though. When he smiled at girls, other than Piper and his best friends that were girls, it was a flirtatious smile but this one He wasn't flirting with me, it was like, all of a sudden, he was so utterly and completely happy to see me, he almost couldn't help smiling.
Like he couldn't contain the excitement of seeing me. That left me stunned and confused. A jet of warmth shot through me and I had to grip my bag for support. I felt my lips slowly pull up into a smile back at him. I couldn't believe it; the most popular guy in school was actually smiling at me when most guys wouldn't give me the time of day. But what was even more unbelievable was that I actually smiled back at him after everything I'd previously been saying about him. None of that even seemed to matter anymore.
Suddenly, his eyes widened again. Anger flashed across them as he frowned at me. His mouth opened as if to say something but then it clamped shut again and he turned away from me, focusing back on his friends without giving me a second glance. And there we go. Jerk-Percy is back again. I gasped, dropping my eyes instantly; feeling embarrassed, like I'd just stepped out of line.
I stood there motionless for a few moments, trying to work out what the hell had just happened. Suddenly, I saw Drew staring at me, her eyes burned into my skin like lasers. Clearly, she was not happy with me staring at her meat. What was hers, was hers and that was that. I swiftly dropped my head, to look at the floor and sped down the corridor towards the form room. I did not want to mess with her. I'd had enough trouble with her in the past and only just managed to make her forget me again but being in the same year as her now Before I ducked into the form room, I dared to glance back.
His face was blank, but there was no mistaking it—he was watching me go. The form room was fairly empty, only a few students were hanging out, sitting on top of the desks and messing around. Connor and Travis Stoll, the school mischief makers were throwing a football to each other and climbing all over the furniture. They were identical twins but I seem to remember that Travis was the older brother. They both had light brown hair, blue eyes and were tall. I slowly made my way across the room, trying not to catch anyone's attention, to a small corner by a large window.
It had two large white sofas sitting next to each other at right angles and a coffee table in the middle. I dumped my bag on the table and flicked through the pages of my book. It was the last book in the Mortal Instruments series and I was ever so desperate to find out how the story would end.
It wasn't long before I forgot about everyone and everything around me. I love that moment when you open a book and just sink into it. You can escape from the world and become part of a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be. I've always said reading is like dreaming but with your eyes open. I'm pretty sure my face looked like I'd just seen a ghost. I mean, two of the most popular boys in school had just come up to me and started a conversation Maybe I'm just hearing and seeing things. I can't have people talking to me.
My life's goal is to go unnoticed. I don't want people to notice me because once they do I guess you could say I was kind of an introvert. Pfft kind of an introvert? Biggest understatement of the year! The second I looked up at them, I knew I had made a mistake. Their eyes widened as they met mine and I knew it was because of the creepy grey colour imbedded into my iris. That's why I wear glasses you see, they seem to dull the startling greyness.
Not many people had seen my eyes directly but every time someone did it was like they'd seen a ghost or their eyes were being blinded or something. I don't know, it just made me feel inhuman, so I did my best to hide them. Quickly, I slid my glasses back on and stared at the floor in embarrassment. My throat went dry and my words were stuck inside like caged birds. I hadn't noticed I'd been clenching my book so tightly until I saw that my knuckles were almost white. To prevent myself from humiliation, I just nodded instead. That way they wouldn't think I was a total psycho. They both sat either side of me and I awkwardly kept my eyes on my book.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I was not used to being this close to an actual human being. I mean, people had stayed away from me my whole life. I guess my body and my mind had no idea how to react. Great, a question, I'll have to say something now. I swallowed and tried to speak but I couldn't. I couldn't form a single sentence or even a word. It's like my mouth refused to even open, it had been zipped up, locked and the key had been thrown far away. Realising I was getting nowhere in managing to talk, I decided to close my book and show him the cover instead. Katie loves that series, she literally won't stop ranting on about it.
Katie was a pretty junior, on the cheerleading squad and I could tell he had strong feelings for her. I found myself smiling. I'd never really liked any of the populars. Not because they were all horrible people, even though some were, no it was because I'd never really approved of people being separated into groups in high school. I'd never understood why some people were just so invincible while others were just in the background.
It just didn't seem fair. Like nothing could tear them down. But Connor and Travis were different than I expected. From all I'd heard and seen they didn't seem like the people I would tend to like. I mean, they mess around and they never study. In fact, they spend their lives trying to get out of having to do exams even if it means setting off a tone of fireworks in the exam room They're too reckless and stupid for their own good, it's like they want to get themselves killed. But sitting with them now, I realised maybe they weren't all that bad.
Maybe they were actually quite polite, nice even. Travis flashed me a cheeky grin and Connor cleared his throat. What is wrong with you? Talk like a normal human being! How hard can it be? I said more than one word and actually managed to form sentence properly. Yes it was only a couple of words but impressive nonetheless. Okay, I know what you're thinking, yay good for you Well, I can't remember the last time I actually had a conversation with someone around my age, so this was all very new.
That would explain the shyness. The Stolls were smarter than I thought, much smarter. Sitting with them now I began to think that they could seriously be criminal master minds with insane computer hacking skills and ways of finding out information about anyone, anywhere, at any time. Now that's where you're wrong! A boy just called me pretty, I don't care that it came from the class clown's mouth, a boy called me pretty!
I frowned a little and opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't find the words. What was I supposed to say? What would a normal person say in this situation? No no no no no Suddenly, the form room doors opened and more students began flooding in, followed by the populars. They all sat near the back, only a few metres away from us and began laughing and chatting with each other. Drew was boasting about a party she went to at the weekend and the others were pretending to be interested.