Broken (Spencer William's Tragic Story)


 * DISCLAIMER* I do not own Camp Half-Blood, nor the cabins, or several characters including Mr. D, Annabeth and Chiron. I do admit to owning Spencer Williams, Christopher Nayer, Thalia Attis, Katy Fiasco, and Olivia Diamond.

So, I guess it all started when I walked into school that one Monday morning.
 * Chapter One**********************************************************

See, I live in Manhattan and it was Mid-June, so you can imagine it was pretty warm. And thank God it was nearly the end of Sixth grade.

Judging by the ninety degree weather, I guess you can imagine I was pretty suspicious when a man followed me into the middle school dawning a sleeveless black turtleneck, black trenchcoat, long, dark pants, leather gloves, and a wide-brimmed hat dipped low, concealing his forehead and eyes, casting a dark shadow over the remaining visible parts of his face.

No matter where I went, he was there, too. If I stopped in the ladies room, he stood at the water fountain, pretending to take a drink.When I stood at my locker, ready for the next class, he waited in a nearby doorway. Even in my classes, he told my teachers he was there to observe our "Learning Abilities". Around 4th period, I got sick and tired of my new 'best friend', and tapped my friend Olivia on the shoulder.

"He's following me, Liv. I can tell. I can just tell!" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't overhear.

Liv shook her head. "You're officially insane. He's obviously just here to look over the classes. Duh!"

Liv looked perfect, as usual. She'd always done that. Today, she was wearing one of those hot pink, one-shouldered, open-backed shirts with a black sequined heart on the front. A pair of black capris accented her deeply tanned legs, along with glossy black stilettos. Her flowing blonde hair was parted in the far left and braided down her right shoulder. Her kaleidoscope eyes- which changed from chocolate brown, to emerald green, to ocean blue-, were lined with a thin amount of black. Her cheeks were sprinkled with pink glitter. Her lips shimmered pink and shiny. She made me look like chopped liver in my skiny jeans, converse hi-tops, and Hunger Games T-shirt. I rolled my eyes and she scoffed in response. "Rude! Spencer, What do you think? He's some sort of monster-stalker dude?" She laughed at her own joke, which really wasn't funny.