Mending

by jellybooks

Millie Johnson didn't know what to think. The monsters didn't worry her as much as this nor did the fact that she was a demigod make her go crazy. Really, she had seen far more bizarre things than that. It was him. Leo. She should have been glad for him. She should have, but she wasn't sure what this all meant. And she didn't like that.

1. Chapter 1

MILLIE

Chapter 1

If the world had to fall, Millie thought today looked promising. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the window. Up in the sky, storm clouds the size of her bus had gathered. The wind was starting to howl in a creepy, strange way. And Millie could've sworn that the snow was sending off evil aura. Looking back inside the bus, she wondered why no one noticed. All they saw was a winter wonderland.

She quickly surveyed the passengers, and then tapped Leo on the shoulder. He stirred in the seat beside her, muttering something like "tired" and "not now". Millie sighed. Leo was a completely reliable person, but his exhaustion was kicking in at the wrong time.

"Leonardo," she whispered furiously, "Wake. Up. Now. There's something creepy going on, and you know I hate being the lone audience."

Leo's eyes snapped open. He glanced at her and around the bus, "There's nothing wrong."

Millie wanted to face palm, "Go say hello to the window."

He peered outside, and Millie waited for the usual Leo reaction: eyes widening, a confused glaze, and then super ninja Leo mode which included monster butt kicking and lots of running away. But he just shrugged. "Probably a storm, Mills. Relax."

Woah, she thought, that word does NOT exist in my dictionary.

"Leo, are you not fully awake?"

"Millie," his blue eyes flashed with concern, "Are you okay?"

I hope I'm not or the world's ending! She took a deep breath. Okay so maybe, she did exaggerate and panic a little. After that previous monster attack...no, she couldn't think about that now. Leo gave her a reassuring look just as the people in front of her started to turn around. Great. The last thing she needed was for other people to get involved. It was a teenage boy and girl. The boy had spiky red hair and grey eyes. Those eyes seemed to see and know everything. That was almost creepier than her freaking out.

"You're not mad, if that's what you're thinking."

"What?" She gaped at him.

The girl beside him nodded, "He's right. We see it too."

"Okay," Millie said shakily, "What's going on? Who are you guys? How come—"

"Whoa, hold up," Leo glanced at the two teenagers suspiciously, "They could be you know."