Shoes

1: LATE AGAIN

I ruffled my still damp hair one last time before exiting the locker rooms. I had just come from a swimming session. 

"Damn." I cussed under my breath as I saw that I was about to be late for school. Highschool. I'm a junior, sixteen years old, attending Lincoln High.

I grabbed my stuff and started running. Once I was outside I dropped my skateboard. If I rode my skateboard I could take a shortcut over the wall between the excercise center and the IGA, then it was only a little way down the road. I winced as my skatboard hit the stair well that I had to take to get to the school. I picked up my skateboard and shoved it into my bag, running inside ang going straight to my first class.

"Ms. Louse, late again?" My very annoying and very old teacher asked.

I looked at my watch. "No sir, I believe I'm just on time."

I smiled sweetly. He had never really liked me, probably because I didn't like him and I can be a bitch.

He sighed and started teaching. I turned on my music and put my earphones in. Our school has a thing where we can listen to music or text or whatever as long as it's not during a test or something that we have to do in class. On most days we can just screw around, as long as we do our work. Some days we have to type something or do a group project so we have to put up our phones for long enough to do that, but mostly we just read, take notes, and do worksheets so we don't actually have to listen. 

I was in the middle of jamming out to She Looks So Perfect when the bell rang. I grabbed my bag and went to my next class. 

In fifth hour, right before the bell rang for lunch, I got a text with a picture attached.

The text read:

MIssing something?

And the picture was of my favorite pair of shoes. 

The bell rang, but I just stared in shock.

I wrote back:

Who the hell are you and why do you have Aphrodite and Persephone?