Athena raced down the halls of the high school, even as they became less and less familiar. Something in her mind was telling her she'd been to the high school before, that she should know where everything was, but it was getting fuzzy.
"Athena!"
A voice. Her name. Athena turned towards the sound.
"Athena, come here!" It was a girl that Athena recognized. Karyn. Some fading part of her said that Karyn was an ally, but another part said she couldn't be trusted. A short conflict played itself out in Athena's head, before one factor won out: Karyn was in high school. Athena was just in middle school. Karyn, relatively speaking, was the authority.
So the jumbled, addled girl in overall shorts and a Rolling Stones T-shirt ran to the blonde girl, and followed her into a room.
