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Demigods and School Don't Mix

Chapter two: who the hell was that kid?

That night as I tried to fall asleep, I had the weirdest feeling that I was being watched. my mind kept wandering back that boy I ran into. finally I couldn't take it anymore. I got up, and turned on my laptop that I got for my birthday (read: stole from some guy on my birthday) and looked up the name: Nico di Angelo. it came up with nothing recent. it did however come up with a news paper from Italy about 80 years ago. from what I gathered it was about a freak lightning strike that killed the entire di Angelo family. I turned off the computer letters swimming off the page. I groaned and looked at the time. it was 3 am. great. just great. I hadn't slept a wink. I toyed with the idea of just skipping school, but decided against it in case they came to find me.

"what have you got yourself into Ariana?" I asked the girl in the very cracked mirror. I laid back down on my bed, and closed my eyes. this time I fell asleep, and naturally, it was plagued by these weird dreams that I got.

"-it is her?" some guy in a super cool tux asked a figure in a black cloak that was kneeling at the mans feet. the guy in the tux was either really tall, or the guy in the cloak was really short.

"yes my lord. she is the one you thought you lost. but she appears to be only 14 years old. bringing her to camp will cause an uproar. your brothers will think that you broke the oath too" tux guy stared at cloak for a moment, before answering

"keep her safe, and keep her in the dark. she must not know" his voice held so much power the walls were literally crawling with it.

"I will not fail you father" you almost hear the capital 'F'. the figure smiled with his eyes

"then go my son, do not disappoint me"

Then the dream shifted. this time tux guy was normal sized, and walking through a park.

"hello brother. long time no see" came a voice from behind. tux guy turned, and was face-to-face with another guy in a tux. this one instead of black hair and black eyes, had grey hair, and electric blue eyes.

"what do you want Zeus?" black hair asked 'Zeus' the name felt familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"am I not allowed to see my brother for no other reason than to say hi?" Zeus asked. he chuckled darkly

"I know you brother. either you want something, or you need something"

"ah, you judge me too harshly Hades. but alas, you are right. I have recently heard that you put one of the kindly ones at a school in Texas"

"and you want to know why" Hades finished

"well, yes. as king of the gods, I must know why you did this" Hades sighed. then it clicked. oh my god (s?) these were the Olympians. they were real. my brain was going to explode. thankfully, my body chose that time to wake up.

"what the fudge was that?!" I yelled at the wall. then I looked over at my clock. 7:12. if I didn't hurry, I'd be late to school. I ran to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my hair in an attempt to brush it, and changed clothes. then I looked at the clock again 7:29 that was a record. I yanked my backpack off my bed, and rushed outside. homeroom started at 8:00 and I did not want to be late. I ran all the way to school, and got there at 7:52 according to my very battered watch. I stashed my books in my locker, and went to homeroom. I sat in the back of the class like normal, and waited for the others, and the teacher.

"hello again class, your teacher is still unavailable" said the old lady from yesterday walking in. I sighed, she just rubbed me the wrong way you know? the rest of homeroom passed uneventfully, then as the bell rang she called out

"Ms. Devienne, a word please" I groaned. I was going to be late to French. again. I came up to her, gave her my death glare and stared. she wasn't as effected as I'd hoped.

"what do you want Ms. Dodds?" I asked a hint of annoyance in my tone. she smiled, and revealed her pointy white teeth. wait, pointy? I looked again, and her teeth looked normal. must have been a trick of the light.

"the school is having a parent teacher meeting on the 18th, and your mother doesn't have a cell phone listed, could you please remind her to come?" my insides froze. my mother...she wouldn't come...they would find out... I nodded in a daze, and left hurriedly. what was I supposed to do? I was almost late to French, but my teacher didn't comment. Ms. Aderson was cool like that. I sat in the back, and did my work in silence

After the last bell rang, I went back to my locker and grabbed my bag. as I shut the door, the bag was roughly yanked from my arm, and I was thrown to the floor with a loud

"oof" I sat up dazed and saw my least favorite person: Tyler.

"well, well, well. what do we have here?" he taunted. I growled and stood

"give that back Tyler" he held my bag just out of my reach

"and why would I do that?" my scowl deepened

"because you like your arm unbroken" he didn't look very scared.

"oo-ooh! girly girl is going to break my ah-arm" he said in a girly sing song voice

"we didn't need the opera, but thanks for that. now give me back my stuff before you have a personal conversation with my fist" he pretended to think for a moment

"hmm, I think...no. I'll keep your stuff" he smiled an evil grin, which I soon wiped off his face with a left hook. he fell like a pound of flour, I yanked my bag out of his grip, and sprinted for the exit. I burst out side, and ran all the way home. when I got there, my B**** of a mom was already home. I went to my room, if I was quiet enough, she didn't even know I existed, and I preferred it that way.

I sat down in bed and sighed. so the gods were real. that actually explained a lot of things. like that guy that had only one eye, the thing with snake tails that chased me on my field trip. my life was full of stuff like that. there was that one thing that I couldn't quite remember, I had a year or so of missing memories. it was when I was 5-6. I could remember my fifth birthday, but not my sixth, and I remember Christmas when I was six, but not when I was five. I was full of questions.

End of chapter

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