Athena
By: Samwise
Hi! My name’s Athena, though most people call me ‘Thena.
Most kids hate the name their parents give them, but I love mine. I’m obviously
named after the Greek Goddess. She’s the Goddess of wisdom, courage,
inspiration, civilization, law and justice, just warfare, mathematics,
strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill. Which is totally cool (Yes, I
had to Google it. Shut up!). I have short brown hair and bluish/green eyes and
I have ADHD. Which stands for Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder; against popular
belief, we can be in a normal
classroom. I like to fidget and keeping my hands busy. My parents put me on
Ritalin and I love to draw. I get so absorbed in my art—the only thing (besides
reading/writing) to keep me still.
I’m far from being popular and I’ll be a freshmen at
_____________. Where seniors rule, jocks are plenty, and nobody cares about
you; high school is all about image and the “next big thing”. Personally, I
don’t really care—I just hope I don’t get beaten up or thrown into a garbage. Tomorrow
is the first day of high school; I wonder what it’ll be like. Well, on the flip
side, my mom is pregnant again. I’m hoping for a girl; I told my dad I liked
the name Artemis—another Greek Goddess and sister to Athena! I glanced over at
my desk to find an empty notebook laying on the top. Reaching over, I snagged
it and a pen. I opened to a new page and began to write.
December 20th
Well, we still don’t know what gender you are, but I guess
that’s alright. I’m your older sister, Athena. This journal (NOT A DIARY!) is
for your eyes only, understand? For now, you’re still a little…foreign thing
inside our mom’s belly. She’s really pretty and our dad is pretty handsome.
He’s a farmer and owns several five star restaurants across the States. I
should probably mention that our mom isn’t from earth. She’s from a place
called Asgard. But that’s another story for another time.
With me being on Winter break (They couldn’t say
Christmas because it might offend people’s religious beliefs), I’ll have a lot
more time on my hands. Mom is becoming a better cook every day! I get good
grades—I just kind of suck at taking tests, y’know? Maybe I want to be an
editor when I grow up…or maybe an artist. I don’t think I’ll be starving… (Ha-ha…Get
it? Starving artist?) Soon enough, I fell asleep.
I awoke to the smell of bacon and pancakes. The first day of high school. I was
excited, yet terrified. After showering and dressing, I made my way downstairs
to find my mom sitting at the island, flipping through a magazine. My dad was
at the table, drinking his coffee and flipping through the paper.
“Want some breakfast?” she asked as I nodded. Mom always
made chocolate chip pancakes and bacon on the first day of school. I sat at the
table and slowly ate my breakfast.
I
must warn you, smelly. Even though the pancakes are good, you have to be
careful of those chocolate chips. They’re hot as heck and you could burn your
lip off!
After
I had my breakfast, I made my way to the bus stop. I was the first one there; I
should have brought a book or something—but then that would have been a bad
idea because then I would’ve been painted as a nerd. A few minutes later, a few
other freshmen started to show up—kids I recognized from middle school.
“’Thena!”
A voice called out as I looked over. Oh no. It’s Alaska. Of course, that’s not
his real name. His real name is Ernie Backlaw. Everybody calls him Alaska
because that’s where he moved from. He likes to talk on and on and on and on!
Nobody likes him because he can get really annoying really fast.
“Are
you nervous? I’m not nervous…Well, I am a little nervous. It’s a new year! High
school, can you believe it? I can’t believe it!” And on he rambled.
The
bus pulled up and I realized that it’ll be full of upperclassmen. As I got on,
I made the mistake of sitting in the front. The jocks came by and swatted me
over the head—granted it was lightly (Surprisingly). I pulled out my notebook;
Let
me tell you a few things about the bus, you foreign object. Here’s my tidbit:
The bus has three sections: Front, middle, and back. The back is for the
popular kids. The middle is for the nerds/geeks/losers, and the front is for
the quiet/special needs/all the seats are taken and nobody wants to share kids.
I usually get smacked in the head every morning from popular football star Ryan
Johnson. Let me tell you a few things about Ryan: First off, he’s the star
quarter back for the football team. Second
of all, he’s a grade above me—meaning he’s in 10th grade. Third, his
sister is on the cheerleading squad. Her name is Allison. She’s in the same
grade as I am. Fourth, he’s really cute. Looks can be deceiving, Artemis.
Remember that!
By
the time I finished writing, we pulled up to the school. Everybody rushed off
the bus and it smelt like…something not very pleasant. This school was huge! Of course, homeroom had to be on
the far side of the school. Lockers were lined up in the hall and I found mine.
Making my way to homeroom, I found out my English teacher is my homeroom teacher.
That could be cool. I was the first one to homeroom. He looked up and smiled.
“What’s
your name?” He asked
“Calaway,
Athena”
“Athena?
Hm… Greek Goddess. Very creative” He stated, marking me as here
“My
parents thought so too”
When I took a seat in
the back of the room, I took out my schedule to look and see what classes I
have:
1st: Honors
English –Mr. Frank
2nd: Algebra
II – Mrs. Thompson
3rd: Pre-AP
Biology—Mr. Redd
4th: Lunch
5th: Pre-AP
Spanish—Mrs. Lopez
6th:
American History—Mr. French
7th: Gym
–Mr. Snow
8th: Drawing
I—Mrs. Buttons
9th: Band
–Mr. Chord
I put my schedule away
as the room filled with incoming freshmen and a few before the bell rang again.
Once settled, the teacher sat on the edge of his desk.
“My name is Mr. Frank. I’ll be your homeroom teacher for
the next four years. I also teach Honors English as well as AP European
Literature”. Hm. European lit…Now that might be fun.
After homeroom was over, I stayed where I was because the
homeroom was in the English room. How awesome is that?
January 1st
Congrats! You’re a girl! Oh.
Happy New Year! I knew I was right the entire time! Ha-ha. Let me tell you
something, Smelly… Life doesn’t get any easier, so enjoy it on the inside while
you can! Once you’re out, you have rules to follow… Though, they won’t really
apply to you yet since you’re just a smelly, pooping, crying machine. Mom and
dad will make sure you don’t vomit your way out of your crib or anything… If
you vomit or spit up on me, I’m chucking you out the window or selling you to
the circus!
Break was nice, but now I’m ready to get back to class.
You know how I spent my entire break? Playing football, basketball, and
baseball; I watched sports on TV and fought with my dad. I stayed with my
grandparents too. What I really wanted was to go to Australia. It’ll be nice to
go back to school (Did I just say that?). Means I can get away from my parents
for a while. I haven’t been eating all that much lately either. I’m not
starving myself; I’m not bulimic; I’m not anorexic either. I just… I don’t
know. I’m thin and people tell me I’m beautiful. I am beautiful. I have wavy
brown hair and beautiful eyes and a smile to match. I know things; I have a
bunch of secrets. I can lie (Doesn’t usually help because my dad knows when I’m
lying).
Going back to school means facing Allison and her goons. Which,
to a certain extent, I can handle.
Don’t.Trust.ANYBODY! (Well,
except for certain members of your family, but even then). The word is full of
backstabbing people. You think you can trust somebody, but then you find out
that you really can’t. So, just be careful, alright?
Well, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!
