C A T H Y
"Cathy, sweetie, you have to get up." I groan as the foster care mother person, Miss Kinsley, quietly knocks on my bedroom door. Actually, it's not my bedroom. I share with 3 other girls. But I go to a different school than all of them, so I have to get up earlier.
Anyway, I roll out of bed and wince when my bare feet touch the cold, un-carpeted floor. I zombie walk to my dresser and brainlessly grab a pair of skinny jeans and a T shirt. I pull those on, along with a Myrtle Beach sweatshirt and ratty pink converse.
I slowly walk downstairs and make myself a bowl of Lucky Charms. I'm finishing it when Miss Kinsley sits across from me. I look up at her, since she probably has something to say.
"After school today," She starts. "There is a couple coming. They want a girl your age. And since you've barely been here, I thought you might want to meet them." I nod. I'm not too excited, since this would be the 3rd couple here for a girl my age. Obviously, the others didn't want me.
I finish my cereal and finish getting ready for school. I run out the door as soon as the bus pulled up. I sit in my usually seat and look out the window. Trees, trees, and more trees. Oh, look, there's a tree. Don't see that everyday. I live in a small town in Maine. If you didn't already guess. there's lots of trees.
Finally, the bus pulls into Julian Middle School's parking lot. I grab my book bag, get off, and head to my first class - PRE Algebra. I am absolutely horrible at it so i won't bore you with the details. Another class comes, then another until it's lunch.
I sit by myself, as usual. Most kids are just jerks to me - especially when the found out I'm a foster kid. The ones who aren't jerks just give me glances of sympathy. Like sympathy's helpful. Anyway, I eat my ham and cheese sandwich in silence and wait for the bell to ring.
After that I have more classes, then gym. I. Love. Gym. I don't know why. Maybe it's because all we play is dodgeball. I love hitting people and getting graded on it. It's my way of showing people that they don't scare me and I don't need no stinking sympathy. The only person I don't target is TT. His real name is Troy Thomas, but TT's easier. He doesn't give me sympathy, yet he's not a jerk. Whenever someone is teasing me (I've never been physically bullied), he'll just shake his head and walk away.
Don't start thinking: "Aw! Cathy has a crush!" Cause I don't. I just keep to myself, so I don't even know him. He says 'hey' to me in the hallways, but he does that to everyone. I mean, he pretty much KNOWS everyone here. He is a jock, part of the book club, and that techno club where they set up all the tech of the school. In other words, everyone knows who he his.
Anyway, we played dodgeball and I FINALLY get go away from this House of Hades. Yep, I love love LOVE the Percy Jackson series. Read and own every book. Anyway, I get on the bus and go home.
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Hey guys! Okay so I have never finished a story before on WattPad, but I am determined to do it now.
Percy: Good job.
Me: What the....Percy you're not even in this story. And what are you saying good job about.
Percy: That you figured out a way to put my series into a book about a girl who *i clamp a hand over his mouth.*
Me: Don't tell the readers!
Percy: Unmgpnrdhfjoejejrhs. *Take my hand off*
Me: What?
Percy: I'm only going tell them that... *cuts him off*
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RandomCathy Hansen was a normal girl. Emphasis on 'was'. She lost all her family in a single car crash. With no family able to take her, she is put through the system of foster care. And, finally, gets adopted.
