My Scrap Pile

"The Daughter Of Artemis."

The only thing I remember of my father is his hair. Long, brown and soft. I know what your all thinking. Thalassa, that is a terrible memory of your Father! And believe me I know. I've tried harder than you could imagine to recall something more- but nothing comes to mind, just his hair, and a sense of security that I have never known. He is the greatest mystery of my life, and I do not like mysteries. Whenever I ask my mum she just waves me away, saying vague things like; 'oh, he was as beautiful as the moon' and 'he was the only man I ever knew to take me hunting' yes, because him taking her hunting is a good thing to know about. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love hunting! Deer, Vole, wild dogs, even some birds. And I'm pretty good at it, if I do say so myself, I am an amazing shot with a bow- but that is not what I am telling you. This crazy, hectic, chaos known as my life story begins at my school of three years; Academic Progressive School Of Trust. Yeah I know, that name is weird and long, so most of the student body just call it APSOT for short. Anyway, here I was. Little old grade five me, sitting with my friends in English class.

I was bored out of my mind, fiddling with the ends of my dark brown hair, that was something I did often as an ADHD student. My best friend Amelia Brogans was sitting next to me, sketching some little flower bunches on her work books absentmindedly. Her thick glossy brown fell over her face in waves, obscuring her features.

Allen Prostety was watching me from his seat two away from mine, a creepy grin was etched onto his face, though I was used to it by now(mostly). I didn't think much of it at the time, he always did that, Amelia and I had decided this was because he was madly in love with me. Oh, how wrong we were. Like usual he was fiddling with the strange necklace around his arm, looped twice to fit around his scrawny wrist. But something was different today, even with how clueless I was back then, I could tell something was wrong. He was starring at me too hungrily. His eyes glowed to much with longing. Wait- no hold on. His eyes were really glowing. The dull blue turning icy, like an old metal cabinet, finally cleaned.

I jumped out of my seat with a yelp pointing at him shakily.
"Miss Rivera?" Miss Kingra, the teacher, asked, eyeing me with distaste. I was always her least favourite student.
"Uh, I . . ." I trailed off. Oh what? I thought mockingly. His eyes are glowing! Yeah right, Thalassa! I mangled a weak laugh.
"S-sorry, I thought I saw something."
I jumped back into my seat, my ears burning. The whole class was starring at me but eventually they looked back to Miss Kingra.
"Are you ok, Thal?" Amelia asked, whispering so no one else would hear.
"Yeah, of course." I tried to smile but it probably looked more like grimace.
She didn't look convinced, but just then the bell rang and I was saved having to answer any questions.

I jumped out of my seat, rushing to the school entrance so I could escape.

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Yeah that's it, it was supposed to be a Pjo type book, but I never really finished it. Bc I haven't explained anything yet, this probably doesn't make sense