𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕆𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 🌸𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖

Part 1: Introduction

Darkness. Screaming. Blood.

Metal. Fighting. Death.

The fire was coming closer.

I couldn't move, I was frozen, my feet stuck on the ground.

No they weren't frozen; they were trapped by nature. Roots.

People around me that were familiar, but I'd never seen before.

Screaming echoing in my ears, the roots tightening around my ankles.

The fire was getting too close, I screamed covering my face with my hands.

Someone says my name, first softly then louder.

I shield my body from the talking flames.

"ATHENA, YOU NEED TO WAKE UP!"

I open my eyes, my body shivering, covered in sweat.

I sit up, my face in my hands. My Grandma was beside me, rubbing my back soothingly.

"It was just a nightmare sweetheart." She whispers to me.

Just a nightmare.

It was just a nightmare.

I nod, and she leaves, her footsteps fading as she walks down the hallway.

My heartbeat is still racing, my hands still wet. I wipe my hands on my striped pants, sliding my slippers on and treading down to the kitchen where my grandma was there serving eggs onto my plate.

I sit down, picking at my food with my fork.

My grandma notices, placing her breakfast down and sighing.

"Come on Athena, you should be excited! It's your first day of school after all!" She beams at me, which is quickly replaced with exhaustion after seeing the look on my face.

First day of school. Every year was the same.

I go to school, something freaky happens, I get blamed, and then I'm expelled.

Every year is the same.

I no longer get excited for a new year because I know that 12 months after I would be in the same position. New school. New friends. New freak accident.

Of course I'm never involved in any of the weird things that happen at these schools, I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Usually at school I'm respected, until these things happen. I love running and PE is my favorite subject, so I have a few people on my side when I get expelled.

I feel bad for my grandma because she always tries so hard for me. At a young age my father disappeared, and then shortly a few months later my mother died, leaving me in my grandma's care. In some of the books I read when this happens the grandma is a horrible woman who hits her grandchild. But my nan is nothing like that. She is kind and caring, I love hearing her sing in the garden which is her favorite place to be. With her plants. She would also never dream of hitting me, she never has.

For the sake of my grandma I nod and attempt a smile. "It should be fun! A new year, a nice clean start, I'm sure it'll be great" I was never very good at lying, and I can tell that nan doesn't believe me because she smiles at me knowingly. "I promise I won't get into trouble this year" I added, which made my nan smile more.

The loud chatter of my classmates fill the room as I enter my new class.Once I sat down whispers ran through the room, talking about a new girl who hasbeen expelled from more than five schools. The boys laughed in the back, makingcomments that it was about time someone different came to the school, as allthe girls want to talk about is makeup and clothes.

I smile to myself about this, knowing this is true. I have no interest in makeup or clothing, just reading and sports. The teachers voice hushed everyone to be quiet, which fails to happen because no one is listening. While this is happening a boy walk in, he is very tall and has wavy brown hair, but its his eyes that catch my attention. A light emerald, green shade, that almost lights up the entire room. I see the other girls start to notice him and start to giggle quietly, but most of them are just staring in wonder.

He sits behind me, and I feel his gaze on my back. I shiver, feeling something strange about him, but no one else seems to Even some of the boys see that the girls are staring and start to whisper among each other. They probably find him intimidating.

"PLEASE BE QUIET" the teacher yelled over the students voices, and eventually everyone goes quiet.

"Good morning class, we have two new students this year" He croaks, taking a sip of his coffee. "My name is Mr. Clissold. He beckons us to stand up. "If you guys would like to introduce yourselves? My chair squeaks as I get up and giggles ran through the room.

Great I thought numbly.

The boy stands up as well, and I feel his shadow looming over me. God he's tall.

He clears his throat, which makes all the girls sigh.

"My name is Axyl North" he says in a deep strong accent, that seems to be a mix of British and Swedish.

When the girls hear his voice, they stare at him in surprise and I'm not going to lie, I was surprised too. His voice was so deep. "I moved here recently from Europe" he continued. He looked around the room, clearly noticing the tomato red girls and the boys mouths were wide in shock. "I'm very... excited to meet all the new people here."

"I need to move to Europe" one of the girls whispered, her face red. They all laugh. For some reason I feel my face start to burn too, and my heart thumps loudly in my chest.

He sits down, the chair squeaking but no one laughed that time.

I stand there awkwardly, wiping down my dress and smiling nervously.

"My n-name is Athena" I mumbled quietly.

"What was that?" Mr. Clissold asked, making my blood freeze in embarrassment.

"My name is Athena" I said more clearly. "Athena Wesly, I moved here from Scotland."

"Exotic crowd" someone chuckled to themselves.

"Nice to meet you Athena" Mr. Clissold smiled. "You can take a seat now."

I slump back onto my chair, sighing in relief. That didn't go too badly.

I could not focus on my work for the rest of the session, not when someone who looked like a freaking god was sitting behind me.

I thought about how fluffy and messy his hair looked, and how it would look bad on anyone else but somehow looked great on him. I thought about his broad shoulders and his tall figure, his oversized jumper probably hiding those abs of his...

"Athena? Can you please answer this question?" My teachers voice interrupted my dangerous train of thoughts.

I looked up, seeing a complicated equation on the board and he looked stern, he must have noticed I was daydreaming. "The answer is 7.56 sir" I told him, ignoring the snickers from the back of the room. He nodded, turning his back again to us to write something else on the board.

HOMEWORK

The large hand drawn text made everyone groan.

"For homework this week you need to write a three page"-

Everyone groaned again.

"AT LEAST THREE PAGES" he spoke over them, chuckling to himself at the 'energetic' response from the students. "And you need to explain the process of"-

The bell rang through the hall, and everyone looked relived. No one waited for Mr. Clissold to finish what he was going to say, they just grabbed their things and got out of their quickly. Taking my things with me as well, I hurriedly joined the crowd to their lockers, where everyone was grabbing their lunches.

Along with my lunch, I took out a book from my bag. It was old and dusty, but it was probably one of my favorite books ever.