Daughter of Hades

Daughter of Hades (Part 6)

Chapter 6

          “There’s a reason I don’t get along with everyone I know. There’s a reason I don’t excel in science and English. There’s a reason I don’t know my real father. There’s a reason I don’t have five million friends! There’s a reason I don’t text. There’s always a reason for everything, right? So, that means there’s a reason for gods, goddesses, living things, dead things, life, etcetera, right? Why don’t I have the answers to them? I don’t know why there’s a planet. I don’t know if there really is at least a god up there, looking down upon me. I don’t know why things live and die. I don’t know if they’re reincarnations, or why people pray to someone that may not exist. I don’t know why people depend on others to fix their problem.

          I guess that’s just what this all is; a giant question. Nothing really has a logical answer to it, and nothing’s ever seriously completed. I never really believed in trust, or friendship. Everything has to eventually end, right? There’s an end to life, an end to homework, an end to high school . . . I guess that’s just what life is now-a-days…” I read aloud Madeline’s speech for English. “Wow, Madeline. Who knew you’d even bother to write a speech! I think you’re the only one!”

          She glared at me, and snatched her well thought through speech out of my grip. “Well excuse me for wanting a good grade! I want to get in a good college you know!”

          I snorted, “Yeah, like you wouldn’t get into a great college! You have straight A’s, all are at least above the average of 100, you’re excelling in everything you do, and you’re taking extracurricular activities like sports, band, drama club, you’re writing in the news paper, etc. Oh, and don’t get me started on your job!”

          She grinned, “Yeah, well I have tough parents! They wouldn’t be proud of me if I just sat around like you!”

          I rolled my eyes and asked, “How do you manage to keep up with all of it? Aren’t you ever worn out?”

          “Of course I am! Who wouldn’t be? It’s a lot to do all at once. I guess I’m just very good at multi tasking!”

          I looked around the cafeteria for no apparent reason, just out of boredom. I watched as other teenagers checked out there lunches, some talking amongst friends, others loners. I watched as the jocks flung food in the air and caught it in their mouths, betting on how high the can throw the food and still be able to catch it in their mouths. I saw the cheerleaders and preps gloating about how pretty they are to each other, or looking at themselves in their compact mirrors, eating nothing but air. I felt sorrow toward the nerds that were engulfed in some scientific equation that involved a bunch of letters, numbers and random signs that I don’t have a clue as to what they are.

          There were drama people reading scripts to each other, and amazing singers that were gloating about their voices. The random, normal students that walked by laughing about some stupid joke. The instrumentally talented teens had their instruments playing a random, yet beautiful and silent tune toward one another.

          There were a lot of students here and each one belonged in a group. I never truly understood why there were groups. It was a stupid system that should’ve never been made. I never understood why people could always be separated in some stupid way. Why are plastics always jealous and mean? Why are they so full of themselves? Why do jocks always date them? I guess that one’s easy to answer, they like the way they flaunt their cleavage everywhere. They like the way the plastics are so perfect in a so imperfect way. I never understood why nerds were always picked on because they were more successful and smarter than others. Or- SNAP.