Professional Fangirl

Chapter 1

"No way," I whisper.

"Yes way!" My friend, Abigail, says. She has curly black hair and gorgeous brown skin.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!" I yell, pacing around the empty hallway in our high school. "That's the best news I've heard all month!"

"Oh, it gets better. The article also said that Jason Chase was going to play the main role." Abigail says with a sly smile.

So not only was my favorite book going to turn into a movie, but my favorite actor was going to be in it?

"When is it scheduled to start filming?" I ask hastily.

"Uh, I think it said they start filming November." She stops for a second a thinks. "November 2015."

What? It's October 2014...

"Oh." I say, disappointed.

"It's okay!" Abigail says, in an attempt to cheer me up. "You could just read the books again! And you can re-read Blood of Olympus!"

"You're right. I can probably wait...it's just a little over a year." I say, and then my eyes widen.

"Emma?" Abigail asks worriedly. "You okay?"

"Abigail?"

"Yes?"

"How long have we been out here?"

"Uh, like ten minutes?" She answers, and sudden realization floods her face. "Oh my goodness, we're supposed to be back in class by now!"

We got a bathroom pass and our teacher said to be back in five minutes.

"Goodness gracious, um..."

"Run!!" Abigail yells.

I giggle and run up to her. By the time we get to math class only a minute has passed. "Do you think Mr. Roth will be mad?" I ask.

"Nah," Abigail answers. "He's sorta a laid back guy."

We walk in to class.

"Oh, look who the cat drug in!" Mr. Roth says without looking up from his papers. "I thought you'd never be back." He looks at us, his glasses almost falling down his face.

"Emma, can I see you in private please?" He asks me. I glance at Abigail and she shrugs.

"Class dismissed. Go head to lunch." Mr. Roth says, and Abigail along with the rest of the class walks out.

I twirl my brown hair around my finger and push my glasses up. I hate talking to people I hardly know. I'm anti-social, as some people say. I prefer friends on the internet, and of course Abigail.

Mr. Roth leads me to a room a didn't know existed. I've been in his class a handful of times, but never did I notice the door right by the math equipment.

"In here, Miss Emma." Something about his voice makes me shiver. It sounds very croaky, much different then usual.

I look around the room. From the outside it looked like a closet, but inside it's big. It's at least the size of a kitchen, and it has like green walls and black and white checkered tile flooring. There's a wooden desk and three wooden chairs, one behind the desk and two in front of it. I see a puddle of red on the floor, and, is that blood?? My eyes widen and I almost scream but stop myself. I'm in a closet with a teacher from a high school. Why would there be blood in here?

Mr. Roth follows my gaze and throws a towel on the red pile. He clears his throat. "So, Miss Emma," he starts, his voice even scratchier than before. "Have you been having trouble in your classes?"

"Not really," I answer, but I'm only half listening because I'm looking at the amazing detail in the two stone pillars that stand by either side of the door. On each each of the hold a gold vase filled with water, but no flowers. "Why?" I ask.

"I was looking at your report card, and it seems that you're troubled with certain subjects."

He's lying.

"All of these D's..."

"I looked at my report card last week. I didn't get anything below a B-." I look at him suspiciously.

He smiles. "Okay, Miss Emma. I'll have to be straight with you." I shiver, scared what he's going to say. Did I do something wrong? "I hate you." His words feel like a slap in the face. He's a teacher. At a high school. How could he say that?

"Um," I start, at the verge of tears. I never really liked Mr. Roth, but I don't enjoy it when people say that they hate me. "Is that all you need me for?"

"No," he laughs, "no! You're a sweet girl. Very tender hearted."

Okay. Where is he going with this?

"So sweet..." I swear I saw him drooling. He looks me dead in the eyes. "You're my lunch, now."

I stand there, shocked. Was he kidding? It's not a very funny joke, but I hope he's joking.

And that when Mr. Roth transforms into an ugly, green, blob.