Stolen (A Percy Jackson Love Story)

2. Slits for eyes, whips and cries

"Good morning, students. Let me introduce myself," the witch of a teacher said as she had already attracted all of their attention because that would be weird to other history teachers. They were the ones who especially been treated with disrespect in this world though. The woman shut/slammed the door behind her as she faced us, what supposed to be was a pleasant smile wiped across her face as Cassie and Mindy scurried out of the classroom with their Channels. "My name is Ms.Winklevoss."

The boys who sat in front, Cameron and Tyler chuckled. I heard there, clearly and loud from Tyler "No wonder she's not married." Which was a big mistake. Ms.Winklevoss strode across the classroom and rooted herself onto the floor in front of their table. Even though there was bad lighting here and I was sitting in the corner, I could see a vein popping out on the woman's forehead.

"What was that?" she leaned in, her grin dropped, her hands folded at her back as she glared down at Cameron and Tyler. "What did you find that was funny, Mr.Edgemore and Mr.Eward?"

Tyler was petrified and Cameron's mouth popped open. "No-nothing, Ms.Winklevoss," stuttered both of the boys

"Humph, I thought so," she straightened up again and paced around the classroom as she began to explain the rules we were forced to follow. "No drinking, no passing letters, no talking, no whispering, no slouching, no littering, no chewing gum, no looking out the window, no texting- no phones. If I feel any presence of your respective phones being in my class will go down into the bin, understood?"

Nobody answered because we were all astonished by this woman. For some reasons, as I stare down at my lap, bored, I could feel a pair of eyes on me. I knew it was Ms.Winklevoss because the feeling of this was new and made me feel as if I am a coward, afraid to meet her eyes. And that was when I could feel her walking towards my desk. My eyes stayed on my lap.

I could feel her leaning down towards me. Suddenly, her bony hand gripped onto my chin tightly and brought my face up, facing her. She looked deadly with the bloodshot red eyes and I swear, her pupils suddenly thinned like snaked eyes. She smelled of a horrible stench and growled, "You pay attention by looking at me. Do you understand, Ms.Jensen?"

"Yes, Ms.Winklevoss," I answered, barely audible. She removed her hand off my chin at the blink of an eye, and turned, walked back to the front of the classroom. Now, I could see her pupils had formed into a dark circles. Maybe I was just imagining. 

"Now, let us start our lesson, shall we?" she took out a chalk from the cabinet and stood at the blackboard, underlining the title. "There will be no requirement of your textbooks for today for I shall teach you something you may learn in your future presence."

Silence was all that filled the room except for the ringing sound of her voice. 

"Now, does anybody know the answer to who were the Titans?" she hissed at the last word as if it was some kind of a disease. "Anybody?"

I once again looked at my History textbook because I didn't want to meet her creepy eyes again and I wouldn't want to be caught looking out of the window. God only knows what she would do to me if I did. Now, let me explain the disadvantages of being diagnosed with dyslexia. As my eyes trailed onto the words of the scribbled desk, they started to fly off as usual and somewhat, formed into a sentence which I presumed was the answer to Ms.Winklevoss's question.

But I sat there as my hand itched, intended to raise my hand up and answer the question. Ms.Winklevoss seemed to observe my actions the whole time and whispered, "Yes?"

I looked up to see if she meant me and she did because her eyes were focused on my twitching hands. "In Greek Mythology, the Titans were a primeval race of powerful deities, descendants of Gaia for Earth and Uranus for Sky, that ruled during the legendary Golden Age. They were immortal giants of incredible strength and were also the first pantheon of Greek gods and goddesses," I answered as I read out the sentence that had been scribbled down on my desk.