I know this is boring, but please read it. It has nothing special until the end, but it's a filler on stuff.

Bleep! bleep! bleep!

Aw man. I just want ten more minutes. Just ten more beautiful minutes of sleep.

"Too bad." My roommate said, making me realize I said that out loud.

I groaned and brushed my brown hair off of my face. I was having a weird dream; around seven kids with weapons were beating the earth. Then a dragon came and ate it. Like I said, it was a weird dream. But it's better than school.

"Come on, Kat." My roommate shut off my alarm clock, which was still beeping. She was already brushing her short black hair, even though it was already perfect. Iliana liked to wake up extra early to work on her appearance. Me, I like to stay asleep as late as I can, throw on whatever I find, make sure my hair isn't a rats nest, and brush my teeth so I don't kill people with bad breath.

"You know." I stared at the ceiling. "They should make Wednesday a holiday every week. Because I'm pretty sure that talking camel was right about Hump Day."

I saw her roll her eyes at the corner of my eye. "At least we are halfway through the week. So far, you haven't caused any trouble. Maybe this week will be different."

She was right. I did like to be a rebel and start rallies, pick fights, and state my opinion. What can I say? Its in my blood. Like this one time, I claimed that we should have more time to go to the library (I like to read) and no one would listen. So I got a group of people and we skipped classes for the whole day, just sitting in the library, refusing to leave. I thought it was a good idea, but the people I gathered, unfortunately, didn't care about books- they just wanted a reason to skip class and play on their phones. So that made others mad. Hey, it would've worked if they all had a book in their hand.

I got out of bed- correction: rolled out of bed, and looked outside of the orphanage window. I had a cool view of Central Park, but it was raining outside, so it kind of killed it.

I picked up a wrinkled purple tee shirt in my drawer, faded jeans, and amazing socks that don't match.

I walked into the bathroom that me, Iliana, and a few other girls share. Luckily, they were either morning people or slept too late, so I was on perfect timing.

After I changed, I managed to brush my hair into waves, and brushed my teeth. I went back to my shared room (Iliana's posters of boybands and romance novels on one end, my occasional drawings on the other) and grabbed my gray hoodie that I have worn as long as I can remember. It has a few tiny holes in it, and used to be oversized, but I have grown into it.

I got downstairs, and saw the oldest girl at the orphanage, Tracie. She was around 20, and probably could have left, but our orphanage lady was so bad, she's pretty much taken the job.

"Good morning." She said, as she stared at the newspaper.

I grabbed a bowl, used my awesome cooking powers to make some cereal, and sat down next to her on the table. "Morning."

As I shoved some cereal in my mouth, I peered over at the newspaper. "Anything new? And actually exciting?"

She set the paper down to tighten her ponytail, which held up her long red hair. "Just another crazy guy story."

I took the newspaper and looked for it. I loved the stories about people always seeing weird sighting. It made me feel better because there are crazier people than me in the world.

"'A local man claims to have seen a flying object in the sky at around noon yesterday.'" I read. "'He says 'It had almost a dragon-like shape to it.' Most likely just a lie, but sightings have gotten more recent.'"

Tracie chuckled. "Those insane people."

I almost frown. "What if they actually are seeing stuff?"

She shrugged. "Doubt it."

"Well, what would you do if you saw something, and no one believed you?"

"Keep it to myself unless I have hard proof." She was always a realistic girl.

"Hm." I finish my cereal. "You are not good with having debates with." I love debates.

"Might as well have them with me, though, instead of people that you can get in trouble with."

"Please." I snort. "One, I always end up getting out of it. Two, you can always tell Ms. Toplot on me."

We both laughed. The orphanage lady, Ms. Toplot, was a lazy 27 year old lady. She wasn't necessarily mean, but she didn't do much, just make sure that we do the chores (that she should do, might I add). She would never care if I got in trouble.

Iliana appeared at the stairs when I put my bowl in the sink. She was wearing a gray skirt, and white tang top with one of those wool jackets that are, like, knitted together with all those holes. I'm not good with talking fashion, okay?

She had a white sparkly clip in her hair, and had a bunch of make-up on. She was also in small white heels.

"Gonna try to impress Tim again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She ignored me and headed toward the door, which answered my question. Tim was a football player who she had a crush on, but he never shows the slightest clue of being into her.

I grabbed my bag, which I always leave by the door. I then put on my black shoes and yell to Tracie, "See you later!"

She shushed me. "Don't wake up Ms. Toplot."

We laugh again, as she was the heaviest sleeper ever. You could have the whole marching band in her room, and the most she would do is roll over to shift sleeping positions. But that's the way we liked her. Gave us more freedom.

I shut the door and walked down the steps. It was drizzling, but I didn't mind the rain. However, Iliana was under her white umbrella.

"Did you get the homework done for Mr. Smith?" She asked me.

"Why do you even ask?" I reply.

"Of course you did it." She rolled her eyes again, a signature thing for her. "You may not pay attention in other classes, but you always get it done in that one."

Mr. Smith was our Reading/Language Arts teacher. Like I said before, I loved reading. I also love writing, too. Except on exams. That writing is stressful and awful.

Anyways, I always do good in it because I'm creative in my writing/reading. It's pretty much the only class I don't bomb, besides History. I only do good in History when it is about mythology and such. Especially Greek myths.

"Can I copy?" She raised her eyebrows.

I stomped in a puddle. "It was an essay, Iliana."

"And...?"

"You can't copy my essay in time. And he will notice since everything would be the same."

"I'll rewrite my wording! And I'm a fast writer."

"Then why haven't you gotten it done before?"

She sighed. "I was texting Tim."

I groaned. By "texting Tim", it was most likely her just sending him texts and him not responding.

"You can try, but I doubt you'll finish." We had to write a 2 page (front and back) summary about this book we read. I disliked the book, and we had to do a short summary of it in someone else's point of view.

"Anything that won't give me an F."

<+><+><+>

When we got to school, the rain stopped. Despite it being pretty hot inside, I still wore my hoodie while everyone else was in shorts and tee shirts. I honestly didn't care, even though I stood out.

In the hall, Iliana deserted me to look for You-know-who- No, not Voldemort- and I was left alone. I went to my locker and got out my books for the morning periods. By "books", I mean my big folder for the morning, a reading book, and a sketch pad.

Just as I was about to close my locker, it closed on me, catching part of my hoodie, so I was stuck. At first, I thought it was magic, but then I heard a laugh.

"Sorry about that!"

No, it's not the classic popular mean girl. And no, it isn't a tough bully girl.

It was one of Tim's friends, Al. He was a football player, too, and stood about a foot taller than me. He always had his jersey on, as if to state that he was better than everyone automatically.

I know what you're thinking. He is so shallow to pick on a girl. Well, I picked on him first. Honestly. But I only said that he'd be ten times smarter if he had the IQ of a brick. He is famous for holding grudges. Plus, whenever he makes fun of me, I fire shots back at him. I'm not those people who sit back or walk away. I know it's a bad thing. But too bad.

Plus, it's pretty much logical for older grade levels to pick on a freshman, a.k.a. a ninth grader. I was technically supposed to be a sophomore, being 15, but when I went to a new school last year (this school), my files got messed up and they put me in the same grade again. But heeey.

Al was alone, so I yanked my hoodie free, and took a step close to him. It was weird considering him being way taller than me, but he instinctively took a step back. Then, he sneered. "I could send you to the hospital in one punch."

I narrowed my eyes. "If you try to punch me, that would be the worst decision of your life. Because you will be the one in the hospital, and I'll be the one who is unharmed. So I suggest that you walk away before this gets ugly."

We held this pose, and the bell rings. He reluctantly turned around, shot me a glare, and walked away.

I picked up my books that I dropped, and walked to class, thinking of how sorry Iliana would be that she missed it.

<+><+><+>

I should have walked away before Al. Before the bell rang. Because I realized that my class was halfway across the school.

I tried to walk through the door without anyone noticing, and succeeded. I sat down next to Iliana while Mr. Smith wrote on the board. He was a younger guy, and was probably my favorite teacher. He never dressed up in a suit, but instead just in polos and jeans. His blond hair was always cut neatly, though, and his gray eyes were always full of knowledge. He was cool, and barely gave us any homework.

Iliana slipped something on my desk.

What happened? She asked on a tiny piece of paper.

I wrote back, Al, and passed it to her.

She nodded, and crumbled the paper up.

Mr. Smith looked behind, and saw me. "Thank you for blessing us with your presence, Ms. Moone."

I shrugged. "I had to save a kitten from a tree."

"Mhm." He knew my lies. "Next time I will have to give you a detention."

He has said that so many times before, but never gave me one. That's another reason why he's my favorite teacher.

I nodded and plastered a fake smile across my face. "It won't happen again, Mr. S."

He quit writing what he had on the board. "Okay, hand me in your essays."

Iliana shot me a panicked look.

I shrugged helplessly and pulled out mine. Mr. Smith collected it, and held his hand out to Iliana, who had her face in her hands.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Smith asked her.

She lifted her head, which was red. Her eyes were teary. "I- I'm so sorry. I did it, really, but on my way to school, it fell out of my bag!"

What a liar.

She sniffled. "I tried to grab it, but it flew away! I'm sorry!"

Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes the slightest bit. "Okay. Bring me a new one tomorrow."

She nodded her head and wiped her eyes. As soon as the teachers back was turned, she flashed me a grin.

"You dirty stinkin' liar, you." I whispered to her.

"I try." She replied.

<+><+><+>

After the morning classes, Reading/La, Science, and Math, we had lunch.

But lucky me had to grab my lunch money from my locker. So I told Iliana to go on without me, again, to go to my locker.

After I got da money, I headed to the cafeteria. The halls were empty, so it was rather quiet.

I passed by Mr. Smith's room, when I heard talking inside. I would normally ignore this, but I heard my name, so I crept against the wall by the closed door.

"-not sure about Kat. This may change her life in a bad way."

What.

"Don't worry, Malcolm." A female voice said. I recognized the voice, but didn't know who it was. "She's strong enough."

"I don't underestimate her strength." Mr. Smith promised. "But I know the strength of what she'll be facing. After all, it's what a bunch of others, including myself, have to go through."

Sounds like a test. Yay.

"She is ready now. I'll alert Zeus."

Zeus? That Greek god? Or a code name...?

"I'll make sure she's okay." Mr. Smith said.

I heard footsteps, and immediately ran to the cafeteria.

<+><+><+>

What the heck was that about?!?!?!

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!