Prologue

Sometimes, life as a Legacy sucks.

I've been bullied at school, expelled 20 minutes later, and attacked by hellhound in the next 4 hours. Then I had to escape to Camp with my family, go on a stupid quest, to confront a stupid Titan, then fight in a stupid-

You know what? I'll start from the beginning.

My name is Megan Zhang. I'm a modern day Legacy of Pluto and Mars, daughter of Hazel and Frank Zhang. In short, I'm a hero because my parents were heroes too. And because The Fates were in a great mood to plan a totally awesome fate for an innocent little girl.

If you always wanted to be a hero, and picked up this book to get a sneak peek of what being a hero is like, then I doubt that you'll find that stereotypical, hero-who-always-saves-the-day plot that you were looking for. I'm not convincing you am I? Fine. Read on. But don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter I

As I stepped into the crowded and noisy lunchroom, I immediately headed to the furthest table, where no one sat. Nearly every pair of eyes in the room focused on me, but I payed no attention. It was the usual routine of Canadian Elementary School for Special Children, to muster a cold stare, then cast it at anyone who entered the lunchroom. Colder ones for the less popular. Even colder ones for the losers.

You see, everyone in the school had either ADHD or dyslexia. It seemed that most of the popular kids were ADHD, and the ignored ones dyslexic. The losers had both. I was a loser. I was the only one with both disorders in the entire school, besides this guy named Gus Lawrence. He was the school bully.

I sat down on the cold metal bench, and tried not to gag at the dirtiness of the table. No one but me sat there, so nobody bothered to clean it.

Opening my bag, I drew out a textbook: 'Fun With Grammar and Comprehension., and set it in front of me. Then I took out a tuna sandwich from my lunchbox.

I had forgotten to study for an English test last night, so I was attempting to eat lunch and cram at the same time, since the test was due after lunch. Trying to balance lunch and homework was a difficult task, because I get stressed easily. Stress leads to anger, which leads to recklessness, which leads to bad grades, which leads to angry teachers, which leads to stress... Well, you get the idea.

But it was that exact moment that started a chain reaction of events, which shaped me into a hero.

Across the room, A tall, lanky, boy clad in 'fashionably' ripped jeans,and one of those typical jock jackets spotted me studying. His dirty blond hair tousled as he snaked his way over to my table. All the other students paused and watched intently, like Ooh, lunch and a show! This was Gus Lawrence.

He slid into the bench beside me. "Hey, Shorty." he said mockingly "Studying at lunch? What a nerd."

I snickered. Gus scowled confusedly. "What's so funny? The only thing funny right now is your face. And it's not even that amusing."

"After all these years Lawrence," I snorted into my textbook, "you still call me Shorty. What kind of name is that? You know I'm 4'11, right?" I pretended to read the rules of using there, they're and their, and hoped that Gus wouldn't be able to find a good comeback.

But my dyslexia started acting up, and the words began to float off the page. My concentration and effort had no effect on the flying verbs and pronouns. And having the school bully looking over my shoulder was helping either. To cut the story, let's just say that I got stressed. Really dang stressed.

Then the unthinkable happened

Gus choked. He looked under the table and gawked. "I-is that a d-diamond?" He reached under my feet, and plucked something off the ground. To my own astonishment, it was in fact, a diamond the size of a walnut.

"You're a witch," Gus whispered hoarsely. Then he raised his voice to the whole lunchroom. "Zhang is a witch! A diamond appeared right under her feet!" He lifted tiny stone above his head as evidence, but his expression was smug. Heads turned, and eyes landed on thousand dollars worth precious stone the School Bully was holding over his head.

Before I knew it, fights broke out for the diamond, whipping everyone into chaos. The noise level rose, greedy hands grabbed for the blue stone.

The whole time, I was watching the scene with wide eyes, unable to do anything. To all the other students, I was just a loser; the kid that no one bothers to befriend, the kid that gets into trouble with the teachers frequently, and the one who was shunned for having the guts to stand up to the school bully.

Teachers flooded into the room, alarmed but prepared. The principal, Mr. Bobofit immediately shouted,"Who is responsible for this?" Eyes looked toward my direction.

The principal stared coldly at me. We might have been special kids, but Mr. Bobofit wouldn't give anything to help a 'problem child'.

"What has given you the notion to bring this jewel," He snatched the diamond out of a student's hands."to this honor school? Did you want attention? Did you do it out of jealously? Tell me Megan. And I want the truth."

The room had gone silent. Students skittered around nervously. Our principal was scary (read: terrifying) when he was angry.

My hands shook. I couldn't bring myself to speak. I stared at the floor. No. I thought. I can't. I just can't.

I slowly reached for the straps of my bag, and weakly met the principal's gaze. Then ran.

That's right. I ran. I sprinted in between tables, past students and teachers, through hallways, and finally out the door.

I was crying and mentally beating myself up for running away the whole time. Heck, I wasn't even sure why I ran.

The principal's voice echoed through the hallway just as I was about to zoom out the door. "Megan Zhang! You are no longer to allowed to attend Canadian Elementary School for Special Children. I repeat, you are expelled."

I almost couldn't hear him when he said the dreaded words. My vision was blurred with tears of shame. That was how I ran. I ran without stopping, and never looking back.

So that's chapter 1 of The Imprisonment of Health! I hope you enjoyed reading it. Just a word of warning, my writing gets a lot better in the later chapters. R&R, please, and constructive criticism is welcome. Don't forget to check out my other story, called A Smiley Faced Bandage. Stay tuned for the next chapter!