Rogue Beauty

I throw on a black and white plaid shirt, a pair of green-aqua ombre to white shorts, and my black converse. I put in black rose earrings, and I put on a matching ring. I grab my bag, and run down the stairs.

“Bye dad!” I yell running out the door.

“Bye sweetie!” he yells from the kitchen.

I close the door behind me. I run down two flights of stairs to the road. I live in a motel, so you get the picture.

I jump into the backseat of Emma’s convertible. The music is blaring: Lipgloss is Poppin’. Vitta, and Rebecca are already singing along(All four of us have this little group. We’re sort of the most popular girls in the school. Not because we’re mean, but because we’re pretty, nice, and not afraid to be ourselves).

“Hey girl!” they all yell simultaneously. “Ready for the first day of school?”

“Just drive!” I yell.

Emma floors it. We arrive at the school in no time. As usual, all the jocks are sitting on the steps waiting for us. We walk right past them as they tease, and whistle. We walk to our lockers which are conveniently right next to each other. We grab our books, and head to first period which is biology for me.

I sit down in the back because it’s no secret that I'm terrible at school. I’ve been failing all my classes since sixth grade. My dad realizes that I try my best, so he doesn’t get mad at me. Rebecca sits down next to me. I start to doodle in my notebook.

“Miss Armstrong!” the teacher yells shouts. “Please answer the question.”

Crap. I wasn’t paying attention.

“Ahh. Can you repeat it?” I ask buying time. I never know the answers to any of these questions.

“What was the DNA structure first described by?”

“Ahh,” I stutter. Some kids laugh.

“Next time, pay attention!” she says.

I slump back in my seat. I keep doodling until I hear the bell. I walk out of the class, and see Alec Samuels(The most popular jock in the school, and a senior) pushing a freshman up against the lockers. I walk over.

“Layoff!” I yell pulling him away from the freshman.

“Oh come on. I’m just messing with him,” Alec says.

“Get to class,” I say looking at the freshman. He rushes down the hall.

“Come on! I was just havin’ a little fun,” he says.

“Shut up,” I say turning to Alex. “Next time I see you beating up on freshman, there’s going to be hell.”

He walks away angrily. (Btw I’m a junior.)

The rest of the day seems to go by like a fingersnap. I’m in eighth period right now sitting by Rebecca. It’s study hall.

“Hey; can I copy off you?” I ask.

“Sure,” she replies handing me her biology homework. She has ADD, ADHD, and dyslexia just like me, but she aces all of her classes.

I copy her homework, and hand it back to her. I get out my greek homework. I blow through it like nothing. The subject just comes super easy to me.

“Peyton Armstrong! To the principal’s office immediately!” the loudspeaker booms.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” everybody yells.

“SHHHHHHH!” the teacher hushes.

I walk down to the main office. The secretary has me sit in a chair in the principal's office. I wait for ten minutes. Then Mr. Burke(he’s the principal) walks in with Alec. Oh brother; just kill me already.

Alec sits down in the other chair in front of Mr. Burke’s desk. He has a smirk on his face.

He takes a seat at his desk, “Mr. Samuels here tells me you just randomly started to attack him in the hall earlier today. Is this true?”

“No,” I reply.

“Tell me your side of the story then,” he says.

“I walked out of biology, and saw Alec pushing a freshman around. I pulled him off, and told him not to do it again.”

“I see,” Burke says. “Since you both have very different stories, and I cannot determine which of you is telling the truth. You both are assigned detention for a week.”

“Are you kidding me?” I shout standing up knocking over the chair.

“No; I am not.”

I look at Alec. He is still smirking. Probably because we both got detention. If he hadn't made that dumb story about me attacking him, I wouldn’t have gotten in trouble. He already knew he would get detention; making me get some was just revenge.

“Back to your eight period. I do not want to see you in here again,” Mr. Burke says.

I walk out without picking up the chair. I walk into my eighth period acting like everything was just perfect. I sit back down next to Rebecca.

“What happened?” she whispers.

“I got a week worth of after school detention. That’s what happened,” I whisper back.

“How? What’d you do?”

“Alec said I attacked him in the hallway.”

“What!” she shouts.

“SHHHHHH!” the teacher says.

“Did you try to explain what happened?” she whispers.

“Yes.”

“And what did Mr. Burke say?”

“Since you both have very different stories; I cannot determine which of you is telling the truth. You both get detention,” I mock.

“Ahggg,” Rebecca complains.

The bell rings. I pack up all my stuff. So does Rebecca. We meet Vitta, and Emma out front.

Alec keeps starring at me. He walks over, “See you in detention.” He walks away.

“Detention!” Emma yells.

“Yeah; long story. Becca will explain. Wait at the parlor for me. And don’t tell my dad. He’ll flip if he finds out I got detention on the first day of school,” I say(the parlor is the pizza parlor we go to after school). I run back inside to the detention room. I’m the last to arrive. I sit in the back.

My algebra teacher is the detention teacher. He starts to do the attendance for the people who are supposed to be here.

“Here,” I say when he calls my name.

We sit without talking for an hour.

“You are free to go,” the teacher says.

I run out of the class, and out of the school. I run two blocks. I see Emma’s convertible by the curb. I see the parlor. It’s about a two blocks away. I stop running, and start walking. I walk by an alley. Someone grabs me by the waist, and covers my mouth. They pull me into the alley.

“Don’t scream. There is a monster following you,” he says.

I struggle to get out of his grip, but he doesn’t allow me to.

“See. Look,” he whispers into my ear pointing to a tall guy in a brown trench cloak. “It’s a cyclops. He was sent here to collect you… You aren’t safe here. I’m taking you to camp.”

“Hell; you aren’t. You aren’t taking me anywhere,” I say. I stomp on his foot. He let’s me go.

I run into the pizza parlor. I see the girls sitting in a booth eating pizza. I sit down with them, and grab a slice.

“What took you so long?” Vitta asks.

“Some guy grabbed me in an alley, and said he was taking me to camp,” I reply. “He said I wasn’t safe. And he said that a cyclops was following me to collect me.”

“He sounds like a nut to me,” Emma says.

“Yeah. I’m going to go use the bathroom. Peyton: come with me,” Rebecca says.

“Uhh. Okay,” I reply.

We get up, and go to the bathroom. Rebecca locks the door.

“Why’d you do that?” I ask.

“Because you know that guy from the alley?”

“Yeah.”

“He was telling the truth.”

My jaw drops open, “What? Are you joking? Your not a nut are you?”

“No. The camp he was talking about is called Camp Half- blood. It’s a place for demigods. You know all of those greek, and roman myths?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“Well. They are all real.”

“Well; what do they have to do with me!” I yell.

“You are a demigod,” she says. “I am too.”

“And you never mentioned anything?!” I shout.

“I couldn’t! Chiron told me not to.”

“Whose Chiron?” I ask.

“I’ll explain everything after we bypass the cyclops.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Ya know the tall guy with the trench coat? He’s right outside.”

Notes

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