Unveiling Secrets

Real Me

A/N: I'm currently listening to 'Eyes Open' and 'Last Kiss' by Taylor Swift. You should listen to it, I think it's really good. And it kinda explains the whole life of a demigod and the way Annabeth felt when Percy went missing. So, this is the next chappie, please read on!

Disclaimer: Hmm, well, I thought Annabeth owned Percy Jackson... Demo, Rick Riordan owns Annabeth. So, therefore I'm not the author of PJO! Since I'm not a guy... And does Rick Riordan attend Grade 8 classes?

"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."

― Jodi Picoult

Jasmine's P.O.V.

I stomped my foot in frustration as I continuously glanced at my pink wrist watch. It's already 6:35 and I need to get to school at exacty 7:00, disregarding the fact that my house is just a walking distance from the school and my first class doesn't start until 7:30. Still... You could call me a strange early bird. I hate waking up early but I also want to be the first one to get to school. For me, it's like an accomplishment, which is pretty silly since I don't exactly get anything for being early, just an urge to sleep more. Well, that's me. And according to that new Disney movie, Frozen,"We're not saying you can change him (In this case, ME), cause people don't really change". I knew there was a reason why I found the little trolls quite cute.

"Here you go, dear," Mom finally appeared (Please note the emphasis on 'finally'), handing me a varsity jacket with my name engraved on the back with pink. The vest is all black with the exception of the logo of the school I attend which is positioned on top my left breast. The sleeves, on the other hand, is also colored in hot pink. Sadly, this does not prove that I'm a sporty kind of girl. The only reason I have it is because I once played in a tennis match against the neighboring school. And let me tell you, the experience is not what you'd call enjoyable. Unforgettable, maybe.

"You know how cold it is on December mornings." She pecked me on the cheek and ushered me out of the house before I can sneak in the mini Ipad I was holding. According to her, school is a place for learning, not reading e-books. The only gadget she allowed me to have is my Blackberry phone, which I'd rather not carry. That's right. Another point for my strangeness is that I think phones are completely useless, save for the music stored. I mean, it's not like I have anyone to text. I don't even have a load, for that matter. What can you say? I'm completely lazy and there's many things I can think of that is worthy enough for me to spend all that money for, namely books. There are many things I like, Harry Potter, Fallen, Lord of the Rings, Legend, Kane Chronicles, etc. I even have a mini library in my room. Gods, I really am a nerd.

"Take care! And don't you think of skipping any of your classes." Thanks for the faith, Mom. Besides, I'm not into cutting classes. Everybody in my family knows that even if I got sick, they still need to persuade me to avoid going to school and infecting my classmates. Speaking of sicknesses, I hate syrups and tablets. The only medicine I tolerate are capsules. Just so you know... And no, I definitely don't have ADHD.

"Bye," I mumbled then proceeded walking down the street without a backward glance. Before you can label me as a bad child, meet my older sister first then honestly tell me who is more evil. Seriously, that girl gives me the creeps. Once, my Mom gave us a one hour lecture just because we were trying to claw the other's faces out. It's not really my fault. I mean, she was the one who threw the spatula first! You can't blame me if I tried to give her a haircut with my Dad's razor. I almost tripped while I shudder those disturbing thoughts.

Finally, a plain beige house came into view. Standing in front of it was a girl, about 18 years of age, with long curly auburn hair that falls down to her waist and sparkling emerald eyes. You can tell that she is that type of teenager who wouldn't hesitate to sign up her friend in a singing contest without a warning whatsoever and not feel guilty about it. I should know.