So... I'm kind of back...ish. I still have an my major exams coming up. This story kind of came up out of a dream... and I just made up an ending for the summary; but I enjoyed.

Chapter 1

"Aright then class, settle down!" the teacher walked in and quieted the class, introducing himself as Mister Wilder. He looked about 20, a little young to be a teacher but he didn't look inexperienced.

"Time for Roll call." He clipped, once we were silent. Everyone groaned but quieted down just the same.

The teacher, as most teachers do, rattled though the first twenty names on the register with ease before pausing, almost ceremoniously, on my name.

"X- Xan-…" Mr Wilder struggled over the word.

"It's Xanthia, sir." I sighed. Most of the class looked over at me, seated on the other side of the class from the front desk, closest to the door.

"Okay, Miss… Nietos?" he stumbled over my last name.

"Yes sir," I nodded at his efforts, most teachers couldn't pronounce the last name either. Once, a teacher even resorted to calling me 'Miss N', for the whole year.

Mr Wilder went through the rest of the names easily, then dismissing us to our first class.

"Hey, pretty girlie…" I nearly had a heart attack at lunch when a creepy voice whispered in my ear.

"Um, hi…" I turned to see a tall, heavy-set boy with misshaped teeth and shades on, weird. I focused on saving my lunch from pitching over the edge on the table.

"Will you play with me…" he grunted almost pleadingly.

I glanced up at him, confused. We were in high school and this boy still wanted to play?!

"Um, sorry I can't…" I tried. "I have, um, studying to…"

"But you have to play with me!" The boy stomped his foot, making the floor shake slightly.

"Hey man, cool it. She said no," another teen said from the growing crowd of students that I just realised was present.

"Who was talking to you!" the bigger boy screamed before picking the other boy up and sending him flying across the room. He landed on his back just short of another lunch table. The cafeteria erupted with noise, girls screaming, boys yelling; many people rushed out but some, like me, just sat there scared stiff.

"Now will you play?" the boy with the shades turned back to me. Unconsciously, I scooted down on the bench, a little farther away from him.

"Oh wait. Changed my mind!" his whole manner seemed to change as the boy ripped off his shades and stretched. "It's lunch time!"

Before his words could even register in my mind, he thrust his hand out, grabbing me by the crown of my head. His fingers dug into my temples as he sprouted upward, the top of his head brushing the roof twenty feet above.

"Hey big guy…" I watch as a blond haired boy muscled his way through the crowd. "You can't just go around throwing people around and lifting them up by their heads."

"You're right," the giant roared, chuckling, "maybe I should hold her by her toes…" Just like that, he threw me into the air, not unlike how you would flip a stone or a small stick. Rocketing upwards through the air felt great, but as plummeted downwards at a million miles an hour I prayed that some miracle would keep me from becoming a grease-spot in the _ high School cafeteria. With a jolt, I was yanked upwards by my ankles.

"Isn't that better, sweetie?" The monster held me up to his face, staring at me with one huge, milky eye in the middle of his forehead. He opened his ugly maw, obviously planning to swallow whole in one bite.

'I take it back…' I thought furiously, 'I want to be a grease-spot!'

"Stop!"A voice floated up from the still highly populated cafeteria floor. The blond boy was standing almost directly below us, glaring up at the monster.

"Drop the girl and no-one gets hurt!" he ordered.

"Except the girl…" I muttered dryly as I tried desperately to right myself. Maybe if I could get a holding place for my hand if/when he let me go…

My thoughts were cut short with the sensation of plummeting to the ground, for a second time. I screamed, 'The gods have a cruel sense of humour…' was the only thought that resonated through my mind. Wait, gods… Where had I gotten that from?

"No!" the boy's voice reached me again, it sounded dangerously close. There was a thump and the whoosh of air leaving lungs, the feeling of a body colliding into mine.

Coughing at the sudden lack of air in my lungs, I sat up, blinking the black spots out of my vision.

"Holy Zeus, you're heavier than you look…" The boy's voice groaned from below me.

"Sorry…" I muttered, blushing furiously, I got off him and turned to help him up, nearly colliding with his head as he stood up straight. Luckily, I backed up before we could collide.

"Who told you to fall from the sky anyway?" the blond boy glared at me with unusual dull green eyes, rubbing his back.

"Who told you to ask the cyclops to drop me on my head?" I shot back, annoyed. It was his fault I fell…

A blood-curdling scream brought me back to the present. The cyclops had picked up a table and was poised to wack us with it like a pair of giant bugs.

"Oh dear…" He looked upset at being found out, "I wanted this to be quick and painful..."

Out of nowhere, the blond boy pulled a bronze throwing knife that looked suspiciously similar to a Kunai, from Naruto except for its colour. With amazing accuracy, he threw the knife at the cyclops, landing it in the middle of its milky eye.

The creature roared in pain and clawed at its eye, trying to pull out the knife, but only managed to push it deeper in.

"I'll find you half-blood!" the monster roared, "And rip you limb from limb!"

"Ok, time to go…" the boy muttered in a small voice, yanking me off towards the doors. Stupidly, I followed him.

"Do you even know where you're going?!" I screamed at the boy running ahead of me. He didn't response. "Hey, kid!"

"Don't call me kid!" he yelled back, "Aren't I older that you?"

"I don't even know you! What else do you want to call you?" I protested, "Unless you'd rather be called half-blood?"

"Sure…" he looked distracted.

"Isn't that degrading, derogatory?" I questioned, confused. "Just tell me your name, will you?"

"It's actually a privilege to be a half-blood…" for the first time since we'd left the cafeteria the boy glanced back at me.

"Dude, what's your name?" I sighed, exasperatedly, grabbing him by the shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere with some kid I don't even know!"

"It's Roan," he snapped, dragging his shoulder away from my hand, "And, we'd better get going, unless you want to get eaten by that cyclops?!"

"Xanthia." I stated my name swiftly, "Now, how are you planning on 'getting going'?" I asked, in an English accent.

"Well, my dear," Roan followed in suit. "We are going to leave through the front door."

"Is that why we're going in the opposite direction from said door…"I rolled my eyes as Roan stopped dead in his tracks.

"You knew we were going the wrong way and you still followed me without a word!?" Roan was waving his hands around and walking in circles like a mad-man, screaming about how I would be the death of him.

"Roan! Roan!" I tried to get him to stop going in circles for his own sake. If we were ever gonna get out of here alive he needed to calm down so we could make a plan. Finally, fed up with his sudden bout insanity, I yanked him backwards by his pony-tail; a relatively long, blond pony-tail, caught up at the nape of his neck.

"Will you calm down!?" I yelled in his ear once he'd finally stopped moving, "You're gonna bring that cyclops straight to us!"

"Too late…" A sing-song voice crooned behind us. "You made a bad choice girlie. Never follow the blond half-blood, he never knows where he's going…"

Roan winced, as if he had been slapped.

"Anyway… You don't need to worry about that now." The cyclops grinned, "You look like you'd taste good with ketchup…"

I wracked my brain for a plan… I could grab one of Roan's knifes, but I didn't know where he kept them, or how to throw one accurately. I definitely didn't have the strength to beat that thing in hand-to-hand combat… Maybe if I had a distraction…

"Okay Roan, time to go." I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the next corner.

"Oh, leaving so soon?" the cyclops sneered, lumbering after us. Save, this was going exactly to plan…

Yeah... so. Hope ya'll liked it. For those who didn't read the top message; I still have exams coming up (CXC, for those who want to know) and I'm supposed to be studying. So this story will probably stop around chapter five, which I where I've stopped now.
If u have any ideas for this; IM me.

Lates;
Skai