MEDUSA AND MELINA

A/N: This is just something I thought of. Sorry if it totally sucks! :)

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.

CHAPTER 1: CAMP STONE

Melina's POV

It was just a normal day at school. I was sitting in my biology class, praying that the final bell would ring for my summer vacation to start.

I really enjoy summer, but there's one thing that's keeping me depressed. Every summer, my father drops me off at my mother's house, and I spend the whole summer there with her. It's not the house I dislike—my mother's the weirdest of all—if that's possible. Who is it, you ask?

Medusa. Yes. THE Medusa, like the one from Greek mythology.

RING! RING!

I closed my binder with a heavy, relieved thud, and headed out to my locker. On the way out, I wished my biology teacher, Mrs. Williams, a great summer.

"Hey, Stone!"

Oh no, I thought. My arch nemesis, Lindsay Thorn, was walking toward me. At her right stood Christina, a tall, thin, popular girl who was in every club and everybody loved her to death. To Lindsay's left stood Kelly, who was just as popular as Christina. Together, the three of them made me want to puke.

"Yes?" I asked, trying not to sound afraid.

They sensed that I was nervous, so they came running at me. I ran into a nearby bathroom, ran into a stall, and shut the door and locked it. I could hear the girls running past me as the second bell rang. Their running was drowned out by some other kids, awaiting the summer vacation.

I breathed a small sigh of relief. That's when I heard the door open.

"Lina?"

I opened the door a bit. My best friend Katrina was staring at me.

"You okay?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Lindsay after you again?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry. I hear they're moving to another school next year, so you won't have them in your face all the time. C'mon, let's get a milkshake."

We were sitting at Get-A-Cone, located about two blocks from the school. I ordered a small vanilla shake, and make my way over to Katrina and her boyfriend Tim.

Tim was loudly slurping his shake…loudly. "Hey, Melina," he greeted, giving me a hug. "Got any plans this summer?"

"Yeah, we're wondering if we could go to the beach again, like we did last year," said Katrina.

"You guys know what time of the year this is?"

"Summer," Tim said stupidly.

"Yeah, but I'm going to New Jersey to spend time with my mother. I probably won't see you guys at all."

"Well, we'll come visit you," said Katrina.

"Kat, trust me, you do NOT want to visit me where I'm going. It's sad and miserable. There are statues everywhere, and my mom's creepy. You will literally be petrified when you see her."

Kat and Tim both laughed.

"Laugh all you want, guys," I said darkly, "but I'm very serious about that."

"Melina, if we can survive three years with Lindsay and her buddies in middle school and one year in high school," said Kat, "then we can probably survive your mother."

"What's she like anyway?" Tim asked. "And only the good stuff. No depressing stuff, Lina."

"Well, she makes great milkshakes."

"What else?"

"She makes great cookies."

"Okay, she's a good cook," Kat observed. "What else?"

"She makes all of those statues herself. With her own two hands." And her eyes, I thought to myself.

"Well, she sounds awesome," said Tim. "I wish my mom would make things without tools." Tim's mom was an artist, studying abroad in England after receiving a scholarship to go to a good art school.

"I'm very serious," I said, my voice rising. "You guys do NOT want to see her!"

Melina's house…4:00 PM

I walked through the garage door. "Dad! I'm home!"

My dad, who's a pediatrician, came walking toward me. "Hey, honey. I packed you some things you might need when you see your mother tonight." I guess he didn't like saying Medusa's name allowed; too freaky, I guess.

"You get off work early?" I asked, grabbing some ice tea.

"I got the whole week off. Dr. Peterson is taking my place for that time. I'm driving you tomorrow. Your mother says she doesn't want to drive in the rain tomorrow."

Right on cue, the phone rang. My dad went into the living room of our small house, and he came back with a frown on his face. "I guess I'd better call in tomorrow and tell them I'll be able to make it after all." He smiled sheepishly. "I really wanted to spend time with my sweetie-pie."

"It's okay, Dad," I said, giving him a big hug. "I'll call every day. Or I'll text."

"I thought you didn't get good reception in that rundown place she calls her home."

How was it? These are all original characters, except Medusa. I'll put some gods in here, too, but I'll need to think of where to put them.

Anyway, please R&R! Love u!

-ICY =) 3