Hello everyone! For those who don't know, this is my second attempt at my "Olympians at School" story. My first one was alright but it was too confusing and there were way too many characters. So for this one I'll be fixing these problems and more!
And by the way, the Submit An OC contest is still open (I'll be incorporating every OC you submit in my story at some point), though I can't guarantee they'll see a lot of action because this is still a gods-centered story. And make sure your OC is a mortal who doesn't know about Camp Half-Blood (no demigods or mythical creatures, etc.) That's it guys, enjoy!
The problem with council meetings, decided Hades, was that they were absolutely stupid. Most of the time was taken up by Ares complaining that they didn't let him start enough wars, Hera yelling at Zeus, Athena and Poseidon blaming each other for absolutely everything, or Hermes trying to discreetly give everyone wedgies. It was enough to give anyone a headache. Hades supposed he should count himself lucky that he usually only had to endure one every year.
But this time he figured something important was happening. He was never invited to Olympus except every Winter Solstice, and today was the first of September.
"I declare this meeting to be open," Zeus said.
"You're supposed to say, I call this meeting to order," Athena corrected, and everyone else groaned.
"Shut up, Athena," Poseidon said.
"I was only trying to teach my father the proper way to open a meeting –"
"No one cares about the proper way."
"Excuse me, but –"
"ORDER! ORDER!" Zeus yelled, banging on his gavel. Hades could already feel the migraine coming on…
Hermes was suddenly at Zeus's side. "This time we actually have something important to say, so quiet down!"
"BOOOOOOO," shouted Ares, and was quickly joined by Hephaestus and Apollo. Someone threw a tomato, which Hermes dodged with ease. Sadly, it landed on Zeus with a sickening splat.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Zeus thundered, literal thunder coming from the ceiling. "Listen up or I'll send all of you down to the Underworld for a time-out!"
"No, please don't," muttered Hades.
Hermes cleared his throat once everyone had (somewhat) settled down. "Okay, so Zeus has a new plan to help us get more familiar with today's mortals. We are all going to spend a year on Earth at a mortal high school to find out for ourselves what it is like as a human."
Shocked silence filled the room. Apollo awkwardly attempted a half-hearted haiku.
"This is a pretty
Bad idea. Count me out.
Yup. I am epic."
"Thank you." Zeus glared at his son. "The thing is, I'm not really asking you to do this. You kind of have to."
"Dad, I really hope
You are just kidding with me.
Please don't make me go!"
"It's for the best, really," Zeus said. "I consulted with Athena and Hermes and we agreed it will help both us and mankind. Besides, I think we'll like it there. It'll be fun! …Right?" He paused, and then laughed. "Oh, who am I kidding? It'll be terrible! But as someone I can't remember always says, hardship builds character!"
"Um… okay. Anyways," Hermes continued, pulling out a list. "So the school we'll be going to is a private school in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia… 600 students… School year is from September 4th to June 21st… Yep. That's about it. Oh, and we'll be leaving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Aphrodite shrieked. "Only one day to pack?!"
"I'll help you," Hephaestus volunteered.
"I think I'll be okay," said Aphrodite immediately.
"Okay," Zeus said. "I close this meeting."
Athena started, "It's supposed to be I declare the meeting adjourned –"
"Just shut it!" This, obviously, was Poseidon. As the gods began to leave, they walked away bickering.
Aphrodite sighed contentedly. "Oh, they are just a lovely couple, aren't they?"
Ares looked at her sharply. "'Dite, are you okay?"
"I'm not crazy, Ares. They are perfect for each other. It's going to happen, I just know it."
Ares wasn't about to argue with the goddess of love, and more importantly, his girlfriend, but there were times when he questioned Aphrodite's sense of judgment.
I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus. They belong to Rick Riordan.
I do not own any Greek gods (I wish) or myths. They belong to... well, some random dead Greek dudes.
I am not making any profit off of this story, which is purely a work written for entertainment.
