There is a place where kids who are special go. And when I say special, I don't mean the way teachers say, "We are all SPECIAL," because we aren't. No, I'm talking about special in a way where you have the ability to do something amazing. Something great. I guess I'm being a little broad. My name is Alexia Serpente, and I am one of those special kids.

I Froze My Bully

I was walking down the hallway when my, I use the term loosely here, friend came darting down the hallway. Grover was an interesting guy. He had crutches that he used with his leg braces, but he still ran faster than any other kid I knew. He always wore a baseball cap, even though there was a strict no hats rule. His deep brown eyes always darted around, like danger was lurking near by.

"Hey Alex," he said as he caught his breath.

I reached around my locker until I found my phone, which I stuck in the back pocket of my ripped skinny jeans.

"What's up, Grover?"

He shrugged his shoulders. I slammed my locker shut and the little guy jumped from the loud noise. We started walking together towards the bus, because we were going on a field trip to the zoo. As we walked, Grover started to talk quickly.

"Are you going to come back next year, because if you are then I am, but if you aren't then-"

"Grover," I said calmly. "You're babbling worse than a brook. No, I'm not coming back next year. I lost my scholarship and the foster home can't afford this snob fest school."

He looked like he was about to respond, but a girl walked up right in front of us.

"Hi dweebs," the girl said. Her name was Kale. Yup, like the leafy green. "Ready for our field trip?"

I looked at Kale's outfit couldn't help but compare it to mine. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a "cashmere sweater that was softer than a cloud" according to her. Her hair was in a perfect bun, with a big white bow on top. Meanwhile, I wore my black hair down, my swooping bangs covering one green eye. My black jeans were ripped and I wore a red flannel shirt with a skull tank top underneath. I surrounded my eyes with big black lines and had my pale skin untouched.

"Hey Kale," Grover said in a fake lighthearted voice. "How was your weekend?"

I rolled my eyes. Grover, while he was my only friend, was a pushover. He tried to be nice to everyone, even though no one was nice to him. Included me.

Luckily, before Kale responded, our Latin teacher came rolling down the hall. Yup, rolling. The middle aged man pushed himself around in a wheelchair because he was paralyzed from the waist down.

"Good morning ladies, good morning Grover," Mr. Brunner said.

I looked at my feet. I hated Mr. Brunner. He pushed me in ways I didn't know I could be pushed. I have dyslexia and ADHD and I was perfectly fine skimming C's when he came and pushed me. Up until then, teachers looked at me like a charity case, a girl with no parents, who barely was passing her classes.

Grover interrupted my thoughts. He was tugging in shirt. The little guy looked scared.

"Come on, Alex!" he said, trying to pull me to the bus.
Kale looked at me a smiled. "Bye loser," she said with a sick smile.

I rolled my eyes and followed Grover's hunched figure onto the school drive.

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The bus was late, of course, so we showed up to the museum late. Grover seemed to relax after Kale walked away. My head was elsewhere as we wandered through the museum, looking at ancient artifacts, each story greater than the last. But I couldn't enjoy it. I kept thinking that I shouldn't be here, that something bad was about to happen.

Mr. Brunner was teaching us about all the cool things we were seeing.

"Who knows what this is?" he asked, pointing to the statue. It was the famous statue with no arms. Venus something or other.

Mr. Brunner searched the group of bored teenagers, looking for one lighted face. His eyes settled on me. I stared at him, thinking deep down how much I wanted to just be ignored. For him to freeze.

Mr. Brunner's eyes stayed on me, unblinking, unmoving. I looked away, trying not to feel embarrassed. His eyes moved on past me, his movement discombobulated, uncontrolled.

I slipped out of the crowd, trying to find a bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were greener than ever, my skin pale, almost like stone. The door to the bathroom swung open, and Kale sauntered in.

I turned around, ready for insults. Kale looked at me and snarled.

"You are powerful, demigod. I saw this long ago." Her voice became old, ancient.

The words demigod hit me hard. I wasn't feeling too godly, just a pure mortal.

Kale looked at me again, her eyes looking more white than grey. Her hair was starting to look frosty almost, crisp.
"Who are you?" I said, my voice just above a whisper. All around my the floor was turning to ice. I took a step back and slipped on the ground.

"I am Khione, goddess of snow. And I am here to kill you."

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My heart was pounding out of my chest and I couldn't breath. First of all, goddess, FTW? Then the fact that someone would want to kill me? Why?

Kale-Khione- hurled a spike ball of ice at me. I ducked and watched it hit the floor, breaking the ice around it. Suddenly, my instincts took over. I picked up the biggest chunk of ice I could find and used it as my shield. I then, against my mind screaming no, hurled towards her.

People describe intense moments with the words, time slowing down. I've never heard a more false statement. Time went so quickly, only a person with ADHD could keep up. Khione threw spike balls at me and I hurled pieces of the ground. I touched my necklace, a gift from my father, something he left me before he died. Suddenly, my necklace popped off my neck and I stepped back. A full length sword came out. I picked it up, the sword perfectly balance.

"My turn," I said. My body took over, and I jabbed left and right, each step gaining confidence and purpose. I stared into her eyes, watching her moves, making sure to be on a constant alert. Suddenly, her body turned waxy white, like marble, or stone. Her body was still with a face of permanent surprised look.

"That was too weird," I said, dropping the sword as it curled back into a necklace. I put the necklace around my neck and ran.

A/N- Hey guys! It's been a long time since I posted, but in honor of Magnus Chase, I thought I'd write a new story! Leave a review if you like it, leave a review if you hate it!

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