AVIS ELECTUS

1 - STRANGE

*LORIA*

"This is ridiculous!," Sapphire exclaimed incredulously as I plopped down on my seat and dropped my bag on the floor beside my desk just as the school bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.

"How do you always manage to make it to class seconds before the bell without ever being late?"

I shrugged. "Time management."

"Bitch no. You're literally the daughter of some time god and you're just not telling me."

"Gods and demigods are just myths. They're not real."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't know that. For all you know you can be the daughter of that Kreos guy in Percy Jackson."

I stared at her unblinkingly in a mixture of pure horror and incredulity. "Kreos?"

"What? Isn't that his name?"

"No, where in the seven hells did you get that?! It's Kronos and he's a titan."

Her ears turned pink. "Whatever."

I laughed at that, but before I could say another word, Mr. Daniels, a stout balding man in his fifties with thick round rimmed glasses walked into the room.

A few moments later, he launched into a lengthy discussion of Shakespear's Hamlet.

It didn't take ten minutes for half of the class to start yawning. As for me, I started doodling mindlessly on my notes to prevent myself from falling asleep.

Don't get me wrong, I love literature. It's just that there's a great deal of difference between reading and deciphering books as you sit alone in the silence of your own room with a cup of warm coffee and being forced to sit on a chair to listen to someone talk and discuss about them in a drawling voice for a solid hour. I'm more into the former.

I was in the middle of doodling my own surname when I felt an uncomfortable sensation on my right wrist. Like a band squeezing too tight.

Frowning, I put my pen down to adjust my watch before going back to my doodling.

Only to feel the same sensation again.

It wasn't exactly painful, but it was starting to annoy me. Huffing impatiently, I stopped what I was doing and fumbled to remove my watch before letting it drop on top of my notes.

I massaged my wrist with my left hand and tried flexing my fingers to make the feeling go away. To no avail. Instead, the sensation seemed to have turned into a light tugging as if my wrist was caught in a loop of an invisible rope.

I placed my hand on my desk, palm down, and stared as my wrist started to jerk involuntarily.

What the hell?

I closed my eyes momentarily and forced myself to calm down, but the insistent tugging on my wrist was not something that I could easily ignore.

It felt as if the invisible rope my wrist was caught in was pulling me to a certain direction.

At that thought, my eyes immediately snapped open.

I slowly turned my head to look at the direction I think the pull was coming from and bingo.

My heart skipped a beat as an unfamiliar pair of silver eyes met my gaze.

He was seated at a desk by the last row just beside the window, as if he was somehow doing his best not to attract any attention, which was a futile attempt considering that everything about him looked completely out of the ordinary.