I'm No Cinderella

Pic of Percy above!
For most of the day, I felt like my insides were all mushy and tingly. I felt like I was on cloud nine, even though I'm so damn far from silver linings. He said my name. He knew my name. He remembered my name.

He almost ran me over...But, he said my name! He spoke to me. He apologized to me. Oh my Gods, I think I'm hyperventilating from excitement and anxiousness. Aphrodite, goddess of love, please bring my heart rate back to normal because it's going a mile a second. Piper slapped me in the face. I jumped and frowned.

"What the hell was that for?" I cried. Piper shrugged.

"I was pulling you out of Jackson Land," she said. My face turned a dark shade of red in embarrassment.

"Shut up Piper." Piper grinned at me in amusement. She led me to our first period class. We don't have the same schedules, but our classes were close by. I walked into my Trigonometry class. I frowned when I realized I wasn't early as usual because of the scene in the parking lot. Crap.

The teacher wasn't here yet, but many students were. And that was the problem. I had to weave around the tables to reach my seat. And that means getting around the worst girl known to civilization.

Drew Tanaka. She's five feet and a half full of pure evil, Make-up, and Gucci. She's wicked, clever (half the time), and beautiful. Well, with all of the stuff on her face and the designer. She was surrounded by many other students asking what she was doing for her Spring Break.

"I am kicking off the break with the Masquerade tonight, then, I'll be relaxing on my daddy's own island near Puerto Rico," she boasted. It must be nice to be rich. But not so nice to have a filthy, arrogant, cocky attitude with it. I rolled my eyes at her.

I put my head down to avoid being seen. I walked in the front of the room to get to my seat which is in the front by the window. A perfect place to pay attention and/or daydream. I rushed over to my seat but then slammed down to the floor. My binder fell and so did the papers in it. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I heard laughter above.

There goes being unseen, I thought to myself. I saw bright hot pink flat shoes and pale skin in front of me.

"Oh look, the nerd dropped in, literally!" Drew teased. I wanted to curl up in a ball. Why is it always me who gets this torment? I glared at the Asian Barbie before me. Gods, I hate her more than Helen sometimes. I tried to ignore her and reached over for my binder, but she kicked it to the side instead. I clenched my hands to the sides as I held back my bitterness. This was just ridiculous.

"AH, AH, AH, Bethy! You can't just ignore me," she teased. I tried standing up but she ended up pushing me back down. This would normally be the moment in movies where the main character gets that classic adrenaline rush and defends herself, but I wasn't that same person. I never had the guts to stick up to Drew and I don't think I ever will. I was that one dot in her shadow that would never shine in the sun. I'm okay with that.

I leaned back on my knees to pick up my papers. Drew immediately walked away to her seat like all the other students. My teacher, Ms. Donald just walked in. I immediately started picking my papers up even quicker.

"Annabeth, get off of the floor, this is not your home" she sneered at me. A word on Ms. Donald. She despises me and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Wow I really have a lot of enemies. She has straight red hair and brown eyes that usual send daggers to me. She was an alumni from Colombia University and she just received this job, of all schools. Around the beginning of the year she started hating me after I corrected her on the binomial theorem. It made our 'relationship' worse when I had to teach her how to expand binomials on our graphing calculators. Ever since, she has tried every single way in the book to lower my grade. She would never to be able to make the smallest dent in it. The biggest change in my grade she had ever made was when it went from a 100.00 average to a 99.9 average. It wasn't that serious.