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Chapter one

~I inhale cheerleader dust~

I walk down the streets of Manhattan, enjoying the sun as it warmed my face. It would be a beautiful day, if it wasn't the first day of highschool.

I sigh as I walk up the steps of Goode High. I open the doors and are greeted by banners saying 'Goode is Good' or 'Welcome to Goode High!'

I sigh again, 'Welcome to torture.'

I get my schedule from the office and look at what I have first.

PE, oh joy!

I walk in to the girls locker room and feel a shiver go down my spine, I look to my right and see a group of girls staring at me.

I sigh, change and go sit on the bleachers.

Suddenly my friend Michael sits next to me.

Okay let me explain him to you. Michael has dark, curly brown hair, green eyes, and always wears this orange beanie hat. He's also crippled, but you should see him run on enchilada day. I swear he will plow over anyone who gets in the way of his precious enchiladas.

"Hey," he says taking a bite out of an apple.

"How did you... You know what I don't want to know." I say throwing my hands up. I swear his stomach is a bottomless pit.

I see a cheerleader come our way and the hair on my neck stands up.

"Hi! I'm Helen, can you help me with something?' she asks.

I look to Michael and he his glaring at her with all his might.

"I, uh-" I say before she grabs my arm and drags me into the bathroom. she lets go when we're standing in front of the mirror.

I snicker," What do you need help with your precious make-up?"

She hisses and a chill goes up my spine," You stupid demigod. Are all of you this oblivious?"

I stare at her," Helen, what did you say?"

She chuckles," So young, so naïve, to bad I have to kill you."

With that I start to see her for what she truly was, the color drained from her skin, making her skin chalk-white. Her teeth became pointed, her hair turned to flames, and her eyes were blood-red.

She takes a step forward and I look to her feet and see one hoof and a foot of bronze.

She hisses," It's not nice to stare."

I backed away in terror," Y-you're a empousia.' I said it with such familiarity, but I had never even heard those words before.

She chuckles," Terrified, young demigod?"

I back up until I feel the wall behind me.

"There's nowhere to run." she was about to lunge when the door bust down.

There stood Michael, wielding a club," Step away from the demigod, demon."

She snarls trying to decide who to go after while Michael tosses me a dagger.

Helen lunges at me and my body takes over, I push myself of the wall and jump to the side. The demon turns around and hisses," You will die demigod."

'What is it with you people calling me demigod?' I think before she lunges, without thinking I stab her with the dagger and she wails, before turning to dust.

I take a breath and my nostrils are filled with dust. I cough and try to wipe the dust off me when I realize something just inhaled cheerleader dust.