HELLO FAITHFUL FOLLOWERS!

Or other people that found this fabulous story….hello to you to!

I hope you enjoy the third story of the trinity!

EEEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEEEP! EEEEEEEEEP! My alarm clock screamed, and I jumped, quickly shutting it off. This is how every school day should start off. I thought, as I sat up, rubbing the back of my head tiredly. With a heart attack. I slid to the bottom of my bed and let my feet fall silently onto the rungs of the ladder below it.

Let me explain.

I am not trapped in a cage, needing heroes (my true love of course) to come save me.

I just have a loft bed, though, how cool would it be to have that happen? Not the trapped-in-the-cage-thing, but having someone care about me enough to want to save me.

Its 6:15, and school starts in 35 minutes. No time to talk about me hopes and dreams.

I silently slinked past my brother's door and down the stairway.

My dogs looked up at me excitedly, wagging their tails.

They do this everyday, like clockwork.

As I do everyday, I let him crawl on my lap and I stroked him, and patted the other before I walked to the kitchen and grabbed my cereal, the mile, bowl and spoon before I sat in my usual seat, just like everyday.

I heard a klunk! in the bathroom, and I went to investigate.

C'mon, let there be someone who time traveled to the past to stop me from going to the school because I meet someone I shouldn't, and they are trying to stop me from ending the world with my newfound magic-

Nope. Just Coen (one of my dogs) freaking out because he knocked the toilet paper holder over.

Darn it.

Anyways, let me introduce myself.

Jolanda Isabella Madigan, but call me Joanne. As a 14 year old blend of Irish, Polish, Ukrainian, and Dutch, I am a short, blonde(ish) 1ST child of three. My father, Lestlaw (Lestly to his friends) Madigan was active military, so we have moved country to country, state to state, Now he is stationed in South Carolina.

My mom, Elizabeth Gryder Madigan, was not your average woman. She is currently getting her degree in law, and had a part time job teaching swim lessons.

NOT my idea of a job, but whatever.

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK! My brother's door opened, much to my disappointment

Why couldn't he be kidnapped by aliens?!

Rather, why couldn't I ne kidnapped by aliens?! Anything to get out of this boring routine.

Anyway, my little brother was a pain. I looked up as my mother, in her baby blue bathrobe, pulled my brother Jamie down the stairs.

All skin and bones, the kid looked like a zombie brought back to life.

My mom let him go to get to her morning coffee, and he fell face-first on the last stair like something from a cartoon. Mom let out a laugh and snapped a picture, probably to post on Facebook.

Suddenly he sat straight up. "JOAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!"

"SHH! Don't wake your brother!" She said, pushing a few buttons on her coffee maker.

"How would I even take the picture? Its not like I have a cell phone!" I said, and walked to put my bowl in he sink, and left for the peace of my room. I changed the sign on my door to "Joanne is in" and opened my closet doors with a high-pitched whine.

Let there be a dead alien in there, c'mon-anything out of the ordinary!

But still, there was nothing.

All I owned was hand-me-downs and Goodwill purchases. Its not that I am poor or anything, I mean, I live in a pretty nice neighborhood and had a clean house, but my parents didn't want to 'waste' money on anything that wasn't from a non-profit store.

I settled on a pair of shorts and a navy shirt. Simple enough, Not going to get me made fun of. I brushed my teeth and hair, then set off to the downstairs to find my brother, and as usual, he was STILL eating.

"CMON! WE ARE GOING TO MISS THE BUS! AGAIN!" I said loudly, bending down to pet the dogs, then getting my bookbag.

Jamie dumped his plate in the sink, and ran to the bathroom to change.

Soon he had entered again, grabbing his bag.

"Jamie? Did you brush your teeth?"

"UGGGGGGGGG! WHY DO I HAVE TO?!"

"Because you look disgusting and your teeth will rot out of your head! NOW BRUSH!"

"URGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" Jamie groaned, and stomped upstairs.

I rolled my eyes. What a drama king. He is almost 12 and he complains about things a 2 year old complains about!

While I waited, I opened one of my many books.

Today's book- or rather, this hour's book, was Percy Jackson and the Olympians-The Sea of Monsters.

I flipped to page 237, where Luke was interrogating Grover aboard the Princess Andromeda.

If you hadn't noticed, everything I did was in hope something out of the ordinary will happen.

I wouldn't have to worry about grades or missing the bus, because if I failed, my alien friends wouldn't care, and if I missed the bus, I could teleport there.

As a added bonus, I wouldn't have to be related to Jamie….

"YOU HAD BETTER MOT BE READING MY BOOK!" Jamie yelled loudly in ear.

"Sorry! I didn't know you could read!" I said. But it was just in my head. He didn't hear me.

"It isn't, see?" I said, flipping up the book so he could see the cover.

"Good. If you had been reading MY book…." He said, letting his voice trail in a manner that was supposed to seen threating.

"What would you do?" I asked seriously. "Growl at me?"

Sometimes he just get under my skin.

"Hey! Don't be mean to your brother! All you ever do is be mean to him!" My mom said, and I kept a straight face.

'I'm sorry ma'am."

We walked put the door.

"Its ok Joanne. I forgive you-Just don't do it again." Her face was sincere, but I saw in her eyes she didn't forgive me.

I breathed in the muggy air, walking faster than my mom and brother, who were talking about Star Wars 7, looking pit on the red clay of the south, that clashed with the woods across from me.

You would never guess what lie in the woods.

That story is for another time.

As soon as I got on the bus, I made my way to my usual seat. The back left corner, near the window.

A rather annoying boy sat next to me, and he always tries to flirt with me. I find it sickening.

I waved to my mom as I left, then took out my iPod and started playing some Japanese music.

Yah. Japanese.

They are called Vocaloids.

Check them out.

I seem to go in a different world when I listen to them, and if you turn them up high enough, you forget everything.

I laid my head against the window and closed my eyes.

These 30 minutes are the best of my entire day.

can you see me

the pixels on your screen

my voice that can reach you

the one thing that breaks through

the words that you type

they keep me warm at night

but why cant i feel you

to be there just us two

if i could break through

just for a day

less than two inches from you

yet so far away

but this glass wall

between us

wont keep us apart

i will sing out my heart

just for you my love

the sound of your voice

reaches through

the noise

the bits of your world

they make up my world

but we're two worlds apart

my code and your heart

but you'll be there for me

ill be here through your screen

if i could break through

less than two inches from you

yet so far away

but this glass wall

between us wont keep us apart

i will sing out my heart

just for you my love

if i could break through just for a day

less than two inches from you

yet so far away

but this glass wall

between us

wont keep us apart

i will sing out my heart

just for you my love

-Glass Wall, vocals by Hatsune Miku

"Hey Joanne!"

"Mitchel."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Actually, I am Skyping my boyfriend! I haven't seen him since he went to Paris last week!"

Mitchel nearly choked on his own spit.

"You are dating someone?!"

No, I just want you to stop talking to me!

"Why? You jealous?"

"N-No! I am just surprised someone would ever want to date you."

"Right."

I said, putting my earbuds back in.

Soon the bus had parked, and everyone flooded towards the huge glass front doors. I returned my iPod to my backpack, and walked in.

Some kids headed to the breakfast line, and some flocked towards the stairs.

One I had climbed all 3 stories, I found my locker, 3317, and spun the combination.

The lock popped open, and before it did, I thought this is where the vampire jumps out and kills you in the books-

But , as usual ,nothing was there.

I took all the material I needed, and went my homeroom class.

I am always first.

I put my chair down, then dropped my stuff on the table and went to go to my friend Anna's locker.

"Hi Anna!" I said, bracing myself.

"JOOAAAAAAAANNNNEEE!" She said, tackling me in a full-out, rib-crushing hug.

How to describe Anna…..A brown haired, firecracker of happiness.

That will work.

Anna is also ADDICTED to anime, and is a AMAZING artist. She was the one who got me interested in Japan's music and the like.

She has a great personality, though she can be overwhelming at times.

"Hey Joanne! Anna!" A voice said from behind me, and saw Mallory, another friend of mine.

Mallory kept her hair cut short, boy style, and was very short. Even shorter than me if you can believe that!

Mallory wasn't much like Anna at all. She talked, but mostly was absorbed in her artwork, though most of it was done on her arms and legs.

"Hey Mallory! Is Laura here yet?" I asked, looking up and down the hallway for her.

"DUTCHLAAAAND!" Anna yelled, My Little Pony bracelet jingling.

Dutchland is Laura's nickname. I don't remember how she got it, but Anna calls her that, and she is OK with it, even though Mallory and I call her Laura.

"No, I have not seen her. But then again, I didn't see her pass her locker on the way here….."

"Ill check. Anna, don't kill anyone while I am gone OK?" I said jokingly.

"GOT IT!"

I almost walked past Laura's locker, seeing as there was no one standing there, until I heard

"Joaaaaaane! Joaaaane!" Laura's voice cam from behind me, past the locker I had just passed.

Oh my gosh did she turn invisible?! Was my first, then quickly dismmissed the idea.

"Huh?! Where are you?!"

"In my locker!"

"Why are you in there?"

"It's a long story. So-"

" . What is the combination?"

"32-12-6"

After I opened her locker up, I saw her sitting comfortably(ish) in her locker, reading a book.

She stood up, closing her book, then stepped out.

"Thanks!" She said nonchalantly.

"What were you doing in there?"

"Eh-Just Justin Valester again. He shoved me in. Thought I might as well get comfortable."

"Why would he do that? I thought you two were cool- C'mon, everyone is waiting for us at Anna's locker…"

Laura was probably our only popular connection. She knew the populars, and lived in their neighborhood. For every time a boy crushed on me, seven crushed on Laura.

"You know Lexia Vugar? That girl that lived three doors down?"

"Yah, I know her. She was a little big wasn't she?"

"That's her. I was hanging out at her place last Friday, and apparently I was the last to ever hang out with her. Not joking, she is missing! The police just released it!"

"WHAT?!"

OMG OMG OMG THIS COULD BE A HUGE NUMBER OF THINGS….taken for scientific testing…taken to camp half blood-

"I know what you are thinking. Magic doesn't sxist." We were almost to Anna's locker now.

I sighed. "But wouldn't it be great?!"

"Yah, but it doesn't. IT FICTION. FAKE. Get your head out of he anime and books. Smell the coffee."

"You wish. But tell me more about that disappearance…"

"We had a sleepover, and I couldn't see anything wrong, and she, like, vanished. I was in the police station for three hours last night. THREE HOURS!"

"Any of them seemed suspious?"

"JOANNE."

"Fine."

"No. None of them. They just chalked it up to running away. Nothing serious."

"When was this? The Saturday of last week? She stands out, they should have caught her. Unless-"

"DON'T SAY IT-"

"MAGIC."

"I HEARD MAGIC?" Anna said, as we stood in front of her locker.

"Nothing Anna. But what does that have to do with Justin?"

"I heard they were really close friends. He threatened me, then shoved me in."

"That's crazy!" Mallory said, starting a robot's arm, covering her own.

"I knew her a little. I cant believe she would have run away!"

"Anyway, how-"

"EVERYONE GET TO CLASS!" Mr. Lockleer yelled down the hallways, and groups started to say their goodbyes and started to their classes.

"Bye guys! I gotta get to class!"

"See ya!" Anna said, taking off her polar bear hat and practically skipping to 's room, Mallory in pursuit. Her entire left hand looked like it came out of a Sci-Fi movie.

Laura set off for Mrs. Cooper's room, and I walked into 's class with terrible anticipation.

***Timehop*** ***have some cookies***

"Does anyone. ANYONE. Know the quadratic formula?" shouted, and I sunk a little lower in my seat. He scared me a lot. This is the only class I scrape a "C" in.

While I payed attention, most were either chewing gum and looking out the window, texting or going in Instagram under their desks, or you are being like Zach, who is throwing paper planes into the overhead lights.

"No one?"

Someone snapped their gum.

"ALRIGHT EVERYONE, STAND UP. ALEXANDER, BRONTE, ASPEN AND CLAYTON , SPIT THAT GUM OUT. RILEY, MARIAH, AND HOPE, BRING YOUR PHONES TO ME. CLAYTON, GET THAT AIRPLANE OUT OF THE LIGHT BEFORE IT BURNS THE BUILDING DOWN!"

Several phones on 's desk, gum spitting-outs, and prevented fires later, everyone was standing awkwardly.

"REPEAT AFTER ME. B SQUARED MINUS 4AC."

A few others and I repeated, but it came out like a bunch of unrecognizable groans and mumbling.

"That sounded horrible! Repeat after me-"

***scene change***

I was standing in the front of the whiteboard in Mr. Summer's room.

New seats.

I always ended up with the worst luck, the kids no one else wanted to sit with. But I was to scared of hurting their feelings to ask them to move.

Donald Farthing always used to look at my answers and copy on tests, or whenever he was goofing with his friends.

When he asked me out, I was partly disgusted, and said no right away, in the kindest of ways of course.

It seems a bit immature, seeing as I am in high school and most people I know are dreaming about the senior guys on the football team, but the idea of kissing and making out and whatever creeped me out. Leave that stuff for the anime and the cute fictional couples. I prefer being single.

I don't know how or why, but I seem to be popular in the asking-out zone. Six people have asked me out. It either is a super-popular person, or – how do I put this nicely- the not so great part of the wide, wide spectrum of boys.

That I had NO interest of diving into, at least I'm the dating realm. I have a bunch of boy friends, NOT boyfriends. Wither they like me or not is their problem, but I like having them around. Besides-

"-With Joanne Madigan." Mr. Smith said, moving on to the next pairing I wildly looked around the classroom, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't listen to what he was saying.

Laura's hand caught my eye. She was waving to me…wha-Then it clicked. YES! We were desk partners!"

We talked quietly as Mr. Smith finished assigning desk partners.

Oh great.

Surrounded by popular girls again.

All of them started to giggle, and I glanced over my shoulder and ran my hand along my back for a "kick me" sign or whatever.

Mr. Smith handed out two worksheets and a packet.

Due tomorrow of course.

Anything not done in class was homework.

Most of the time, we goofed off, laughing and drawing faces on the faces of Bento Mussolini, and Winston Churchill, and drawing angry eyebrows on Adolph Hitler.

Next was study hall.

I made my way to my locker and saw a poster advertizing the freshman formal. I didn't know they even had freshman formals. Oh well. Another even I will skip.

It was as if the poster was taunting me, you don't have a boyfriend, and never will.

"OMG! JOANNE!JOANNE!JOANNE!JOANNE!JOANNE! YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS WHO JUST ASKED ME TO THE FORMAL! TYLER!"

The world hates me doesn't it.

Laura ran up to me, drawing stares, waving a black and silver ticket.

"That's-great. I really need to get to study hall…."

"OKAY! I will go with you and tell you all the juicy details… What am I saying?!"

"Uh-I don't know." I said, trying not to be rude, but also dropping the hint interested. AT ALL.

"You don't really care do you?" Laura said, smiling, and fixing her Black Veil Brides t-shirt.

"I mean….I don't want to hurt your feelings, but the whole romance thing isn't me. You would be better off talking to Anna or something."

"It's cool. Waddya want to talk about?"

"How about that I got a iPhone 5c and Brody was kidnapped, never to be seen again?"

Laura blinked, her eyes going over my head.

"You asked me what I wanted to talk about…get it? What I wanted to..talk…about…?"

Laura blinked again, her eyes going over my head still, as if I weren't there.

"What are you looking at?"

As I turned around to see what she was staring at, she grabbed my arm (she had a grip of steel) and pulled me away from the large swarm of kids into a smaller hallway.

"Did you see that?!" Laura said, peeking around the corner of the hallway, the ticket in her hand long forgotten.

"What are you talking ab-" That was when I saw it.

I even took a double take, because there was no way that was real.

In the middle of the main hallway Laura pulled me out of, where we had been not a moment ago, there was a girl walking down the hallway and laughing with a group of girls I quickly identified as populars.

The girl had flaming red hair, no really. Flaming red hair. It was on fire.

She was laughing at a joke one of the girls had just told. Peeking out from her trendy designer shorts and cute heels were a shaggy leg (Goat? Donkey? Horse?) and the other was made of metal.

An empousa.

Laura and I looked at each other.

We were going to be a bit late to study hall.

*end chapter*

Another author's note:

I am sorry this didn't have much to do with the gods or monsters, but this is probably going to be a pretty long story, and I need to establish the character's personality.

The story will dive deeper into action and adventure as the story goes on, don't worry!

Review and follow if you enjoyed!

Lots of love,

~TigerL1ly81