This story starts as me, a 9 year old boy, on a boring old school bus in Chicago. If you think this is a good old fictional story, great. But if you think it sounds familiar, stop reading. Anyway, like I said. I'm on a boring school bus heading to...I don't really know. Oh, yeah. We were just riding all around town. But it was actually pretty interesting. We rode past statues, skyscrapers, and a lot of people. For some reason, the bus mysteriously stopped right in front of the Sears Tower. The bus driver tried to start it again but it didn't work. The teachers insisted we go inside the building, so we did. "Whatever" said one boy. One of the teachers,, said that if anyone wanted to go to the top, he will be with them. Amazingly, I was the only one who wanted to. As the door closed, I realized why. No one was there anymore. "Wha-" I started to say. "Shhhhh. I'll explain later" said . "Ok" As we reached the top, I almost had a heart attack... there standing in front of me was an ugly monster thing. It looked so familiar. Then I realized it was a Greek monster. Then said, "Cyclopes don't appear everywhere!" "Cyclopes" I murmured "RUN!" The cyclopes was so strong, it hit and sent him flying out the window. "NO!" I said. I got mad REAL mad. I got so mad that lightning came down from the clouds, and basically desroyed about ten floors. "That was AWESOME!" I said. Oh, yeah. By the way my name is Marcos. I came to 's aid. He was breathing. I came to be angry again and another bolt of lightning came down, killing the monster. The monster turned into dust. Then my friend Bobby came and I realized that there was more trouble in the lobby. Bobby said the elevators stopped working, so we had to use the long stairs. I found a faster way to get down. Using drawers from the offices. "AWESOME!" I screamed. When we got down, I was in complete shock. The lobby was on fire, and everyone lay asleep. "What happened?" I asked Bobby. "I dunno." he said. Then, suddenly the building shook. It was about to collapse. "Uh-oh" We dragged everyone outside and got everyone as far as we could go until the building fell down. "The biggest building in America, gone..." Bobby mumbled. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ?" I yelled. Bobby put a look of confusion, then shock, and finally anger. We ran to the ruins, past police officers, firemen, and volunteers. They yelled at us to get away. We ignored them. We then came across goat legs. We lifted a rock and saw it was . Weird. We yelled for everyone to come and help him. We put something over to cover his legs before the officials got there. A few hours after, and he was awake and okay. I then asked. "What was that all about?" said, "You are a very special person." "You too, Bobby." "You two are brothers, and your father is Zeus, god of the heavens, king of the gods." "Huh?" I said. "Come," he said.