So I had this idea during 5th period Latin class to write a fanfiction about my Latin class. I had a little bit of help from one of my best friends. All of the OCs are based off of real people with names changed etc.
I own none of Rick's characters or situations
It was fifth period Latin class when my life got weird. Tegan, Paige, and I were talking and not really paying attention to the teacher, the new girl, Celia, was drawing on the board, and Tristan and Sam Walcott were fooling around in the back row. We were learning about second declension nouns, and I was bored. Tristan and Sam had just started a mini pencil war, and Tegan threw one back at them.
"Hailey, what is the accusative case of lupus?" Ms. Oppenheim startled me.
"Um," I said, trying to buy time. "Is it lupī?"
"Incorrect. Paige?"
"Lupum. Lupī is the genitive," Paige answered.
As Ms. Oppenheim continued with her lesson, I passed a note to Paige. It said: How r u so good at this? She passed one back right before the bell rang that said: IDK.
"Wait a second," Ms. Oppenheim said, "I need to see Paige, Tegan, Hailey, Tristan, Sam, and Celia."
"If she was just calling you, me, the twins, and Celia, it would probably be about our grades," Tegan said. "But why Paige? She's so good at it!"
"That's a good question, and for your information, Sam and I are actually doing okay," Tristan interrupted.
"Speak for yourself. I'm a little bit scared about what my mom will think," I said.
"Same," replied Tegan.
"I need everybody's attention, what I have to say is potentially very important."
"That's a polite way to say shut up," Tegan whispered.
Unfazed, Ms. Oppenheim continued. "You all are demigods. I know because I'm one too." A buzz filled the room.
"Like as in half god, half mortal like Percy Jackson?"
"Yes, Miss Martin."
"I don't believe you."
"You will in about 3 seconds." Celia suddenly turned around after trying to sneak out of the door. She jumped, and her face transformed into a pale tone with red eyes and sharp teeth.
"Okay, seriously, what the hell is that?" It snarled into Paige's ear and she screamed.
"Everybody grab one!" Ms. Oppenheim tossed a pile of weapons into the middle of the table. I grabbed a relatively small sword and took a couple of jabs at the monster. It clip-clopped backwards a few steps and tripped over one of the Walcott's pencil fight casualties. Ms. Oppenheim stepped on it before it could get up and finished it off.
"Now do you believe me?"
"Verum, Ms. Oppenheim," we chorused.
"We have to go before any other empousai find us. Usually where there's one, there are many."