Take Me Away (Demigod Story)

I already hate High School.

     The noise of the cafeteria was unbearable when I walked in, I was starting to get tired of High School before I had my first class.  I scanned the room with my eyes, hoping to locate someone that I knew in the mess of green and gold, which were the school colors.

     Finally I recognized Cory Holt, whom was one of my school friends, people always thought that we were dating just because we would talk to each other whenever we were bored.  Cory had light brown, shaggy hair that went to his ears.  Not to sound flirty or anything, but that guy gains quite some muscles over the summer.

     He was sitting on one of the blue plastic chairs casually, glancing around at everyone.  Cory has a problem of stealing things, always getting his hands on someone’s diary or love notes then using it as blackmail.

     “Hey Cory, how was your summer?” I asked as I sat in the chair next to him.  I crossed my legs, feeling confident in the boot cut Miss Me jeans that I had bought with the money that I had earned from a weeks’ worth of babysitting.

     “Oh, ya’ know,” he sighed, “I went to a summer camp.”

     I held back a laugh.  “Your parents still send you to summer camp?  Don’t they trust you enough to be home alone?”

     “No,” he muttered.  He never really talked about his personal life, I didn’t plan on listening so I didn’t mind.  He flipped his light brown hair and smirked, he was never up to any good when he smiled like that.

     “Oh no, what are you thinking?” I asked him.

     “Nothin’,” he slyly said.  “Just don’t goin’ to building 16 tomorrow night.”

     “What?  Why?”

     He gestured to the two teenagers that sat at the table neighboring ours.  The two were looking at each other with that disgusting “goo-goo eyes” thing going on.

     “They is talking about meeting up there tomorrow night for a ‘study session’, I’m sure that they wouldn’t mind if they accidently got locked in,” Cory explained, that boy is always causing trouble.

      I was about to respond when a high pitched noise blared out of the speakers as the adult onstage tapped on the microphone.  There was some screaming as the speakers kept screeching as the sound system awakened from its summer vacation.  Finally, the sound adjusted and the man onstage started speaking into it.

     “Good morning, students.  Welcome to Yancy High School.  I am Mr. Dodds, the principle as you all know,” he presented himself.  He kept talking, droning on about the programs that we already knew about and the afterschool activities.  As he droned on, I stared at him so it looked as though I was paying attention.

     Mr. Dodds was an old plump dude, he looked like he worked there for fifty years and not once did he do anything except eat doughnuts and drink coffee.  He wore a large yellow polo shirt, but his upper body could all be made out because of how tight it was against his large body.  I could tell you where his belly button was exactly, and that thing was an outie.  His kaki pants were depending upon a belt, which if it broke then it would fly off and possibly kill somebody.

     I started listening in again, just to see where we were.  “Students of the AICE program could be kicked out if they do not get the grades needed, but very few students actually get kicked out,” he went on.  I sighed and continued staring at him, but something started going on with my eyes.

     The pigment of his face started to become a lavender color, his ears that seemed to be too large for his head started to become even bigger, pointing up like a bat’s.  The fingers that he held the microphone with started to look longer and bony.  I could begin to make out hair that was on his head that I thought was bald a few minutes earlier.  Even the perfectly-straight teeth in his mouth appeared to be sharp like fangs.

     “Cory,” I whispered lowly, even I couldn’t hear it, but I knew that he certainly would.  His head slightly tilted my way and I took it as a “what-is-it” kind of thing.  “Do you see it too?"

     That was when he turned to face me completely.  “See what?” he muttered.

     “That, him.  He’s…not what he looked like a few moments ago,” I told him.  “His teeth, do they look normal to you?”

     “Yeah…” he answered as he looked at the principal.  Mr. Dodds then glared at us, his eyes were a blood-red.

     “Tell me you saw that,” I whispered.  Cory looked from me to the principal, he seemed a bit nervous.  I glanced behind me at the teens that sat there; their eyes were staring down at the phone that they were playing on.  No one else seemed to see what I saw.

     “Now do your best in high school so you can get into the college of your dreams.  And remember, go rattlers!” he cheered into the microphone, pumping his arm into the air.  A modest clapping started as the principal’s body jiggled as he walked down the few steps, off the stage.

     Everyone started talking, laughing and making comments that they had been holding back during the speech.  The intercoms started saying things, but all I could hear of it was the noise.  When it stopped going on, I asked Cory what it had said.

     “It said to go outside and find your name on the wall to find your homeroom.  From there, go to your homeroom then you’ll get you schedule there,” Cory repeated.  He got up and I followed him out the doors, no one else had heard the announcement so we might as well get to the wall before the crowd gets there.