Take Me Away (Demigod Story)

I also hate Language Arts.

     The halls were crowded with the annoying teenagers that clustered in groups because they absolutely couldn’t stand walking alone to class.  I rolled my eyes at them as I pushed through the crowds, ticking many people off.  ”Building 7…building 7…” I mumbled as I tried to find it.  The buildings were not in any specific order, making the school very hard to get through.  After about three minutes, I figured out that I had already passed it and had to go all the way back, through the hormonal teenagers.

     I finally found the classroom that Ms. Andro occupied after a few wrong turns and the moment that my hand touched the handle, the bell rung.  “Killed by the bell,” I mumbled as I pushed the door open.

     Ms. Andro sat in an office chair in front of her desk, she stopped me with her voice before I could disappear into the desks.  “Miss, what is your name?” Ms.  Andro asked.

     “Storm, mam,” I answered.  “Please pardon my late arrival; I had gotten confused within the twisted hallways.” I had a way with words that usually impressed teachers, but Ms. Andro didn’t seem to give a crap.

     She gestured to the twenty other students of the class and asked, “How come all of them had made it here before you?”

     I looked at the students, some of them were snickering while others seemed to have pity.  “They must have had a class whose distance was more favorable than mine, possibly they had been given a map or some help in order to sustain the preferred arrival time.”

     One of the students stood up, it was a girl with glossy black hair.  She smiled at the teacher and announced, “I didn’t have any type of help from anyone but myself.  I just knew how to get here without trying.  It’s like my feet knew and I allowed them to take me to this class.  I love language arts, last year I had won the Scholastic writing competition and my teacher said that my work was the best that they had seen in all of their years-“

     “Thank you for telling us,” I interrupted.  “But no one had asked you to speak.”

     Ms. Andro glared at me as if I had interrupted her while she was having an important phone call.  “Storm, I will send you to the principal’s office if you do not answer my next question correctly.  What stalks the countryside with ears that cannot hear?”

     I stared at her as I thought about it, wondering when I had ever heard of it.

     “Oh!  I know!” the annoying girl blurted without permission (again).  “Can I answer?  Please?”

     Ms. Andro smiled and nodded her head.

     “Corn!  I love riddles!” she squealed.

     “Alright, Storm.  Go to the principal’s office and this time, don’t get lost in the hallways,” the English teacher instructed.

     “I can’t help it if I get lost,” I told her.

     “What?”

     I left the classroom to hear some students burst into laughter.  I sighed as I walked throughout the halls, “It hasn’t even been lunch yet and I’ve already gotten sent to the office.”

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      I tapped my fingers on the desk until the woman would finally acknowledge my existence.

     “May I help you?"

     “Yes, I was sent her by Ms. Andro,” I informed her.

     She looked at me through her skinny glasses.  “What did you do?”

     “There were many reasons of why she had sent me here, never were any of the specified.”

     The woman nodded and started typing on her computer.  “Name?”

     “Storm McCaw.”

     She started clicking in various spots and filled out some blanks that were still left.  “Alright, you may sit next to Mr. Holt,  he had her first period and was sent here because he fell asleep in class,” she told me then gestured to Cory, whom was sitting on one of the cushioned chairs, apparently sleeping.

     I sat next to Cory, he woke up right away.  “Oh, hey,” he yawned.

     “When did you go to sleep last night?”

     “Ain’t I sleep, der trouble on de sub’inway when ridin’ from da Empire State Building,” he explained.

     “Empire State Building?  Why would you be there on the day before school?” I asked.

     He shrugged and changed the subject.  “So why’r ya’ her?”

     “I was late to class,” I explained.  “Why did you fall asleep in class?”

     “Dat der teach waz borin’.”

     “What’s up with your grammar?” I finally asked, my people skills only goes so far and I wasn’t sure if I could translate his words quick enough to answer promptly.

     “Ah, just kidding. I was seeing how long it’d take for someone to finally say something,” he laughed, flipping his light brown hair out of his face.  I have never exactly seen his eyes before because his hair is usually covering them up.  They were a light brown, like cinnamon.  I slightly smiled then looked away, “Oh my god, do I have a crush?  Oh no…this can’t be happening,” I panicked inside.  My straight blonde hair fell over my cheeks, hiding a blush if there was any.

     The lady at the front desk leaned over so she could get a better view as she stated, “Why do you two have next?”

     “Ms. Charite,” Cory told her politetly while I was taking out my schedule.  I peeked at it and told her that I had the same class.

     “Dance class will have A lunch, you two can go.  I’ll let it slide just because it is only the first day and that we’re too busy anyway,” she whispered, winking.  We nodded our thanks and left the office.