ACP

Type: Continuation

Theme: None that I can think of

Genre: Uh…. *blank*

Athena Cassandra Pierce. Not the person you'd go to with a bleeding wound. Come to think of it, you wouldn't want to go to her at all. The simple, cold, harsh, fact was, Athena didn't care. She didn't care if you were in love in her. She didn't care if a world war was going on as long as it didn't affect her in any significant way. To cut what would have been an excruciatingly long and painful description short, Athena was beautiful, cold, uncaring, and basically, the biggest power in school.

Everything went through Athena. Student meetings, sport matches, decorating details, major event planning, everything. Proposals were stuffed in her locker and although Athena showed no sign of ever receiving them, the proposals would be stacked haphazardly in a small pile at the side of the school's main door the next morning. Each proposal would be marked with a sticker. A green sticker meant yes and a red sticker would mean no. Proposals that required simple editing and suggestions were simply not touched and left in another pile at the right side of the door, wrapped up nicely in a black garbage bag. In miniscule writing, a glowing, white "RUBBISH" would be printed neatly on the crinkly material. These proposals would be then collected by an editor in the journalism section painstakingly written again so they could be answered in the famous Athena-based yes/no format. And so, at the ripe old age of seventeen, Athena dominated the school by simply giving out green and red stickers. It was a nice job.

Not the most emotional person in the entire cosmos, it baffled the teachers who tried their hardest to coax some emotion out of Athena's marble face. They tried everything: being friendly (think: forced oh-I'm-so glad-to-see-you-today! smiles plastered like pulsating leeches on their faces every time Athena walked pass.) being mini-Hitlers ( it didn't work. Do XXX! They’d order, and nothing would get done.) Detention? Suspension? Athena just breezed through them like they'd never been issued. Literally. She just didn't turn up. And as a last, final resort, they'd tried counseling. It was funny really- the counselors ended up needing to be counseled. 'I tried EVERYTHING! And she just sat there reading a book! I'm a failure!' How they ended up thinking that they were failures though, were one of the great mysteries surrounding Athena.

It was a mark as to how mysterious the school thought Athena to be when one of the school journalists actually dedicated 10 pages each week in the school magazine to post about Athena's "Mystical supremacy that baffled the mind of the most hardened criminals." It was the greatest career move of the year: the magazine had never sold out faster on Monday's.

One day, however, it seemed like Athena developed.. (what's that called?) feelings.
During an exceptionally crowded recess, a mini food fight started - with Athena right in the center of it. At first, you could marvel at how amazing it was that every single dollop of mashed potato, every morsel of food, seemed to sail past Athena without even touching her. But then. A half chewed soggy drumstick smacked Athena right on one perfectly powdered cheek. It seemed as though someone had pushed the 'pause' button on a universal remote control. The lunchroom was not just quiet, it was silent. Like a graveyard.

Bright pink colour rose up Athena's cheeks, and everyone gaped. Her anger only served to make her lips look more luscious, her eyes more stark, and her features more delicate. What was seconds stretched to seem like hours. Then. She blew.