It was like any other high school. Except, you know, godly. Some called it Sparta High. Others call it disastrous. My black hair hung loose by my shoulders, and my best friend stood beside me. Her bright purple nails caught my attention. I smiled but didn't say anything. She's sort of sensitive about this stuff. Anyway, her violet Converse squeaked with newness against the gymnasium floor. She had one earbud in, with the other dangling loosely in front of her black-with-neon-stars shirt. Scrawled in Sharpie across the back of her iPod was "Hecate pwns!"

I followed sheepishly behind my best friend, scouting out fresh meat silently. As far as I could tell, there were just the regulars. But I was proven wrong when my jaw hit the floor. I had seen the most gorgeous god in the history of the universe, and I didn't know his name. "Yo', what're you starin' at?" Hecate asked me. The words on her enchanted necklace changed as she spoke them. I shook myself out of the trance and spun around wildly, looking for the trio of popular girls. I found them in the corner of the gym, giggling with each other. Dite, Tia, and Nemi, the cool girls. Yeah, we had cliques here, too. For those less informed, that was Aphrodite, Hestia, and Nemesis.

Dite whispered something into Nemi's ear, still giggling. Tia laughed half-heartedly, though she hadn't heard what Dite had said. Her gaze was faraway, as if she was daydreaming. Suddenly, ear eyes swept across the room, and her gaze met my own. I swallowed back all emotion. She seemed to try to smile, but something was restraining her.

Realizing that I hadn't answered Hecate's question, I turned back to her. She was bopping her head along to some Green Day song. "Hecate," I said. She didn't hear me. "Hecate!" I tried again, with no response. "KATIE, KATIE, KATIE!" I nearly screamed, catching the attention of half the students in the gym. Hecate turned and glared at me. "What?" she hissed. "Who's that?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Him who?"

"Him," I sighed, pointing this time at the god who'd caught my eye earlier. "Him? Oh, that's Eros."

"Who's kid is he?"

"Eh… Dite's, I'm pretty sure."

I did a mental victory dance. Okay, maybe half of it was real, but whatever. Hecate rolled her eyes at me and put both her earbuds in their respective ears.

When the first bell rang, every god and goddess sprang to his or her feet simultaneously. My first class was Archery. I was pretty sure Apollo was in my class, so I made a mental note to beg him to be my tutor. I'd had a great feeling about my Junior year at Sparta High.

First period blew by. It was the usual first day stuff. Evaluations, personality tests, chilling out, accomplishing nothing, et cetera. Second period was Literature. We took another evaluation. At the top of the paper, I signed "Nyx - Night" and everyone else signed their rightful names and territories. I felt kind of bad for those who were the god or goddess of several things, like Apollo. I shivered, just thinking about all the handwriting.

I glanced out the window wistfully, hoping nightfall would come soon. But, alas, it was only about ten o' clock in the morning, and the stars would not show for a while.

A/N: It's short, I know. But I wrote it at like eleven last night… Meh!