Oreo Love (Tratie Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Lucky me, before I could walk into class, the tardy bell rang. I was mere seconds from opening the door when Mrs. Barren my biology teacher beat me to it. " Katie you're late again ".

" I'm sorry I was walking and--"

" Yes I know, someone tripped you and then you dropped your books, I think it's time for you to come up with a different excuse, don't you think ? And maybe stop gossiping outside class and actually get here on time" She stated, her eyes had stone cold glare that could scare off any gorgon.

My cheeks felt hot as I looked down with a small smile on my face.Mrs. Barren was my favorite teacher. Her class was the only class that I could pay attention to despite my ADHD, despite her occasional cold remarks.

" It won't happen again " I told her.

" Hopefully not " she said smiling. She continued back to the board talking about photosynthesis and how plants grew, all for a review on our next test. I didn't even need to listen, I knew all about it.

Being a daughter of Demeter made it easy when learning about plants and working with them. By the way did I mention my mom was a goddess? Yeah it was weird, the Greek gods are real and very much alive! I turned my focus to the window that faced the courtyard only to see the infamous stoll brothers setting up for another prank.

The two boys were carrying something in their hands and laughing. "The stoll brothers ", I thought rolling my eyes. Travis was older than Conner but Travis failed first grade so he was in the same grade as us. They were sons of Hermes who always had a habit of making trouble. As they got closer I realized their hands were covered in feathers. I just couldn't wait to see who they were going to prank this time. As they were about to enter the double doors Travis caught me eye from across the courtyard and gave me a wink, before entering the doors of the school building.

I rolled my eyes and stared out the window a little longer daydreaming of what plants I should add to my garden. Maybe gardenias? Or if anything hydrangeas would look really nice seeing as we have more acidic soil... My pure thoughts were interrupted when the sudden realization hit me. I hadn't been prank-ed in a while and the Stoll brothers would always prank me, and when they prank-ed me it was bad. The last time I was a victim, I came out of the girls locker room looking like a green alien. They put green dye in my body wash and to say the least, It was the first time I had missed a full week of school due to the embarrassment. The dye took a full week for it to wash off. A rumor was then spread that I dyed myself green to support my love for the trees, which was bad enough since I was already prone to being called a green freak.

I was not prepared for something worse than that. I threw my things into my backpack as quick as I could and stood up so I could find a safe place for me to hide out until the Stolls prank was over. My clumsiness got the best of me, I stood up too fast and my knees banged against the bottome of the desk, causing pain to shoot up both of my knees. A few snickers echoed throughout the class causing Mrs.Barren to stop her lesson and ask, " Katie is every thing alright?"

" Oh.. Um yes I think I'm going to throw up. " Before she could get a chance to answer, I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the classroom. My timing was a little off because as soon as I decided to walk out the bell rang, causing everyone to grab their things and ignore Mrs. Barrens final commands. Seeing as I was in a rush and the first one out of the classroom, I walked out as quickly as I could. Luckily me, a pile of vomit was waiting for me right outside the door. As I hurridly walked out, I felt my foot step in something soft and mushy.

" What the hell?" Before realizing what it was, my foot slipped out from under me, causing me to loose balance. I fell backwards, my foot slipping out from under me. I threw my hands down hopingto catch my fall, I did however, under estimate the amount of vomit that was on the floor. My hands sunk into a pile of warm pink mush and my glutes luckily were spared by the soft pile of throw up that was thankfully left for me. The vomit crept up between my nails and soaked my pants with a rotten stench. Thinking it was over, I sat there, more embarrassed than I thought I could ever be, too bad my day was only getting worse. My classmates gathered around me, their faces held a mixture of disgust and second hand embarassement.