Maybe She Can

Chapter One

If I have any grammar mistakes, please just comment. It would be greatly appreciated so I can fix it.

“ ATHENA ALLEN!  WAKE UP!”, Mrs. Fidiott booms across the room. Oh yeah, I'm Athena, and yes, named after the goddess. Which I have zero, absolutely zero qualities that would make you believe the name goes to good use. NOPE. If I was a demigod it would have to be Hades or I would just be a Hunter of Artemis. WHICH WOULD BE AWESOME.

“ Yes ma'am…”, I groggily mutter, sitting up, I grab out my pen, and paper to copy notes.

Who the hell needs to know about Shakespeare? It is completely irrelevant to our futures of McDonald's and Subway. Wait, do we need our degree for Subway? Outrageous!

‘Psssssssssst'

I ignore him.

‘ Psssssssssssssst’

I ignore my horrid friend again.

PSSSSSST YOU WHORE.

I turn around and glare at him as hard as I could.

‘What the shit do you want Jay.’ I sigh.

‘ Bell is about to ring and do you have a ride home?’, he looks at me expectantly. ‘ It is the first day of school after all. C'mon you can't walk all of Junior year too.,

RIIIIIIIIIIING!

“ I can and I did, I'll do it again.” I tell him as we dash to our lockers to head home.  I live about 5 miles from here. Hey, it's not that bad to be honest. I mean I've been doing walks like this since I was 9, and sometimes I make it longer to avoid going home. Ever since I was nine, my mom got remarried, and guess who moved in? Another evil, junkie, alcoholic, parent. They didn't last long, because by the time I was eleven years old my mother dearest died from an overdose on morphine. Which is pretty close to a total clichè.

When she was alive it's not like everything was better, just sometimes she managed to convince him to focus more so on the drugs than me and my ‘insignificance’ as they call it. If their I.Q was high enough anyways.

‘Ah shit nugget..’, I mutter. I think he has friends over. Slowly I open and close the door, attempting to sneak up the stairs to my room. Also known as the attic, and my somewhat solitude.

I didn't make it.

As soon as the door closed Nicholas and his four friends head pop up to see me.

“C’mere kid..”, he's slurring so bad I am having difficulty understanding him, but I do as he asks anyways. He snatched my hair by its ponytail to drag me closer. “Did you really think you could sneak away from me?” he snarled in my ear.. I shake my head violently, clinging my hands to my hair in attempt to ease the pain. Throwing me to the floor he stands up and kicks me as hard as he can in my ribs. “Toughen up, you worthless slut.” he comments laughing while kicking me 3 more times in my ribs and my stomach, all I hear and see are him and his friends laughing at my pain.

“Get us all a beer”,the person on his right slurs.

     Trying to keep the growing pain in my ribs and stomach to myself, I get up and grab five beers from the fridge, and set them down on the table giving it to them.

As soon as their attention is back on their game I scramble up the stairs to the attic, my room, close and lock my door, and collapse on my mattress. It's not the type of mattress you're all thinking of. It's like one out of a camper. Maybe an inch thick and about 4 feet long, 3 feet wide. I try to find a comfortable position, and let my tears fall as i ache in pain, until all i can do is sleep…

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*I know this is really short, but the chapters should get longer after the first few or so.*

~Love Rainbow Demon 💖