Arrows - Animo Sequel {Completed}

Chapter One: Unexpected Visitor

It's my birthday! And, as promised, the update for Arrows is here! The photo is of who I envisioned Mo to be, so there's an Anna Popplewell for you. She's really pretty. Like damn. Anyway, after this I'll be posting the next chapter for Tower Falling. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Unexpected Visitor

Mo's P.O.V.

I tapped the end of my pencil against my desk in a rapid tempo, propping my chin on the heel of my hand and staring dazedly at the whiteboard in front of me. There were numerous equations written on it, but my eyes were having difficulty focusing on what they meant, or even said. I turned my head to the side and stared out the window, watching the pedestrians walking their dogs on the sidewalk outside the high school. It was a Friday, but I was in fifth period, meaning I still had three more classes to go.

God, I hate AP Chemistry, I thought to myself, sighing and trying not to let my eyes fall shut. Chemistry...

I thought of Stark and that horrible attempt at a pick-up line. Lord, it seemed like forever ago. Two Christmases ago, in fact. It just didn't seem possible that so much time could have passed since I saw them last. Several months, at least. The school year was almost over. I was a senior, ready for college come graduation, but I still had no idea what I wanted to be. After spending a year as a semi-dysfunctional superheroine, it felt weird to think I'd have to move on and continue with my education. If I didn't stay in town and continue working with the police force, that is. But it didn't seem so appealing to me.

I hastily scratched out little doodles on my assignment sheet with my pencil. Can't this class go by any faster?

"Miss Monet, are you even paying attention?" my teacher, Mr. Kenny, said harshly.

I looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "No," I answered truthfully. "Don't worry about me though. Carry on." He huffed indignantly and turned back to the board.

I'd been able to get away with a lot more things since returning from New York. The teachers were made aware of the fact that I could get called out to apprehend a criminal at any moment, and they also realized that things had happened to me in the year that I was away, things that I never explained to them but they understood had changed me. Whether it was for the better, I had no way of knowing at the time.

I returned my attention to the scene outside the window. The high school was in a nice part of town, surrounded by cute middle class homes with perfectly manicured lawns and a park on the east side where students would go to hang out on the warm spring days during lunch. I was there today, for example, eating lunch with Brendon and Brayden on one of the park benches while Grace and Jenna sat in the grass in front of us. The cafeteria in the high school is usually overly crowded, so it was nice to get some fresh air. But it was back in the eight-hour prison, now.

I tapped my heel repeatedly against the tile floor, drumming my fingertips on my left hand against my desk as I continuously sketched out more haphazrd drawings in the margins of my paper. I was getting a few strange looks from people I never really talked to, but they were all ignored. I checked the clock. How is there still thirty minutes left? I thought desperately.

My earpiece beeped.

"Agent, are you there?" Sergeant Walker said in my ear.

I scowled, despite the fact that I was thrilled to have a distraction. "Sir, I'm in the middle of class," I whispered back. The students sitting closest to me looked over, kind of surprised but ultimately interested in if I was going to leave or not. It wasn't the first time I'd been called out in the middle of class. "What do you want?"