The gods and goddesses faded into nothing, nobody believed in them anymore. So they all were reincarnated into normal humans in high school. They have no memories of there previous life, then comes Nikki Bishop. She just started her new school where she starts to discover that her school isn't like any others. She has to help them figure out who they really are and there story before the titans realize they aren't on Olympus anymore. Soon she starts to realize that she isn't who she thought she was either.

Rewrite of my original.

"You're new." asked a boy in one of the first few front seats and I sat next to him. Several girls shot me a dirty look; this was probably because he was cute. He had wavy brown hair and warm hazel eyes. A dimple was on his left cheek when he smiled. A soccer uniform with the number 10 hung to his chest seemingly muscular chest. I didn't giggle like no normal girl would in my situation.

I was immune to boys growing up with 4 brothers. Me being smacked right in the middle with them.

I guess he was the kind of person who knew who everybody was. Probably like a gossip columnist in the school paper or on the school news station. Everybody on the bus looked at me judging already and I just ignored them concentrating on this guy.

The boy took one good look at me before smiling again. His smile was contagious so I couldn't help but smile too. This was bad timing because the girl in my book was going to die a thousand deaths. Taking one better look at him I rolled my eyes and smiled again.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Aaron Goode. Nickname of the year Hermes, that's because he was messenger of the gods in Greek mythology. I talk to everybody, knows who is who and such. Stick with me and you'll be fine." So I was right he did know everybody but that was a little weird with the Greek mythology reference. One class I didn't do so good in was world history. He flashed me that smile again making me cover my own mouth. I was busy and I forgot to brush.

"Do you have a breath mint, or something?" He handed me a stick of gum and gratefully I accepted, hmm strawberry flavored. My favorite flavor of all.

"So um who's that?" said a boy that had on a checked purple, green, and red button up shirt on and tan shorts. His reddish brown hair was shaggy and fell to the top of his green eyes. He had a rather large frame like he was on the football team.

Football team. Ugh I hate those words all of them are jerks, I dated at the star player at a few of my schools. Trust me from experience, not any of them are ready to make nice. I didn't need a reminder on my bus I would've gotten plenty of those at school.

"Brent Yearwood. Word is that he drinks wine until he is drunk every night. He's a senior and repeated nearly every grade at least once, at least that's what everybody believes he's really 18 not 20. A little loopy at times. You have to get used to that."

We watched him make his way to the very back seat and crash down to the dark red leather seat directly behind us. He looked over at a girl in a couple seats away from Aaron and I. He probably liked her but she was to busy writing in a bright blue spiral bound notebook to notice. Her mousy brown hair falling in her face the most I could make out of her face was glasses slipping down her nose.

"Don't worry he usually sleeps it off and is fine. He's cool though he can get you out of gym and classes you don't like. He also can sneak in and out of campus to get you a Mcdonald's meal."

"You talking about me?" he asked still looking at the girl. The girl blushed and continued to write in her notebook.

I knew this look well I've had crushes on boys before. I've seen girls in my old schools stare at the jocks. Or the geeks staring at other geeks like that. He liiiikes her.

"You like her don't you?" I asked and Brent looked at me. Was he that surprised I'm shocked that she didn't even notice it. If a guy stares at you it's the first sign that he likes you.

"Yea but she doesn't notice me. Besides I think she likes Justin Harris he's co-captain of the basketball team," he said and continued to fall asleep.

The bus lurched to a stop and there was my new high school. Large columns stood outside a couple of double doors. Our school is home of the Spartans.

Aaron and I looked at each other and I started to get off of the bus. Aaron put his hand on my arm warning me that a bunch of kids from the back- Scratch that I was already in the mix. A couple of some guys with girlfriends on there back ran me over already and….

Down I went landing on the black paved parking lot. A couple of the kids started to walk around me and I was already up and running. Being the captain of the girls track team of my last school does some good to me. Guessing my way around the school with out using a map was pretty easy.

Then I found myself in the guidance office. Posters advertised for student body president and to try out for swim team. There was other poster for even more sports the school offered.

"Hope E-L-L-I-O-T, there is no extra 'T' in my last name," said the girl talking slowly to the secretary in front of me. I've been counting the checks of her green and white bag for the past 15 minutes and started to get dizzy and I started playing a guessing game in my head about the students in my brand spanking new school. The guessing game is that I will find a random student and guess about what they are like in high school.

With this I try to find the people to steer clear of and who to be friends with.

I bet this Hope girl is in book club or in a recycling club, I mean with the green backpack and her copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in her right hand. A key chain hung on her backpack that said Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle from her zipper. Then a tie dyed purple and blue top said Reading is Fun in black. Then I would look around for somebody else to play this guessing game with but there weren't many kids in the guidance office.

The office, I've been in many of these before with the old lady or young lady sitting behind the desk. Either an old computer from the 1990's or a new laptop always seemed to be sitting in front of them. Sometimes they had a floral dress on that only my grandmother would wear. Now I was thinking of my past schools. Now here I was living with my aunt Elisabeth for this year because my mom was relocated to the Philippines and I needed to finish high school.

I'm not that bad of a kid she didn't leave me, she works for a couple of magazines that has her move around a lot. Since I started freshman year (as I said before) I was dropped off with my aunt Elisabeth. Now here I am at this new school that's playing guessing games with random people that I see.

"Thank you Mrs. Weiss," said the Hope girl and she walked off. I could hear her car keys jiggle in her pockets. I snapped out of my trance that I had after staring out the window for so long and day dreaming.

Mrs. Weiss looking up at my expectantly looking for me to step forward. I snapped out of it and took a moment to take a look at her. She had her hair in a long fishtail braid down her back and a toga like dress that was swirled different shades of purple.

"Hello, my name is Nicole Bishop I just need a copy of my schedule, and I huh like your dress-" Then the strangest thing she just happened. She dropped, I mean literally dropped to the blue and green carpeted floor. The printer going off printing something repeatedly still. My eyes grew as wide as saucers or plates which ever was bigger.