"Lena!" called the voice. I thought I was still dreaming until I opened my eyes and was met with a deep gray pair of eyes. It took me a while to realize that it was my roommate Holly trying to get me up.
"Five more minutes, mom." I replied, knowing it would only anger her more. Instead, I was welcomed with silence. In my confusion, I quickly sat up.
"Rahhhhhhh!" screamed Holly when I sat up.
"Wholly mother!" I screamed back, shocked. Soon I was chasing Holly around the room and throwing pillows at her from across the room, each one hitting her right in the face and making her fall over.
After almost 30 minutes, we stopped laughing for enough time to get ready for class. Let me explain this from the beginning. My name is Magdalena Greene. But no one is allowed to call me by that name because only cruel people name their child that. So for practical purposes, I am Lena. I grew up in about 5 different foster homes. Each one quickly trying to get rid of me for unexplainable deaths that I just so happened to be around when they occurred. Now I'm 13 years old and I've been in Harlem (No. There is no Batman here. Sorry to disappoint.) Boarding School for 3 years tomorrow, a new record. I have no living family, that I know of, and I'm used to being the unwanted kid. I blame it all on my name. Nobody wants a kid named Magdalena.
My best friend is Holly Woode. Yes, that is her actual name. If you think that is ironic, you should meet her sister, Dolley. And her step mother is Sunny Day. Holly and I were enrolled here on the same day, almost 3 years ago, and we've been best friends ever since. She lives with her dad, step mother, and two younger half siblings. She takes me with her to visit them every vacation time. They always treat me like a part of their family.
As we were approaching the class building, Dave, our little crippled buddy hopped over to us.
"Hey!" he called. He caught up with us and we walked to class.
Class was boring, as usual. The only subject that I'm actually interested in is biology. The whole predator-prey thing is really cool. Holly loves every subject. She couldn't live without school. She only gets mad when her dyslexia kicks in and she can't understand what the book says.
I sat at the end of the classroom, looking out the window. I ran my hand through my auburn hair with a sigh, completely tuning out he history teacher. I fail history anyways. I glared jealously at a bunch of birds that flew by. I wish I could be free like the birds are.
Before I knew it, history was over and Holly, Dave, and I walked off to P.E. That was one subject that I don't mind. I am extremely lazy, but I could easily run a marathon. I just choose not to. Dave gets to sit out, because of his leg. We always just end up walking around the field together.
Dave started to get really twitchy. All of a sudden, I heard a shriek and what sounded like a battle cry. Dave knocked over Holly and me just in time to avoid the thing that just flew over us. I looked up to see a huge dragon type thing looming over us.
"Run!" yelled Dave. He didn't need to tell me twice. The only problem was that we were in the middle of a field with nowhere to hide.
"Where?" cried Holly. She got no reply, seeing as we needed the oxygen for more important things, namely running.
Before I knew what I had done, I stopped running and picked up a large stick. I flung it at the monster and somehow the stick got stuck in its jaws. This bought us some time. But not much. Less than a minute later, the monster appeared in front of us. Dave ran right into the thing, but Holly and I managed to avoid it. We were backing away slowly. But the dragon looked like it was going to attack. Sure enough, it started gliding toward us. I closed my eyes, braced for the attack, but nothing happened. I opened my eyes to see a pile of dust and an arrow stuck in the ground. A group of girls, no older than 12, started forming a circle around us. Holly and I backed up to each other, these little girls were dangerous.
"Oh! Thank you so much," we heard from next to us. I looked down and saw Dave on his knees, bowing to the girls. Talk about weird.
"Rise, satyr," said a voice. The girls parted to make room for another little girl, who looked like she was 11 or 12. Apparently she was their leader or something, because the girls all bowed their head in respect as she walked by.
Holly and I stood in shock as the girl approached us. "Who are thee two?" the little girl asked. She barely glanced at me, but studied Holly very closely.
"Two powerful demigods, my lady," Dave replied. My lady? I thought. That is strange.
"Demi-whosa-whats-it?" questioned Holly.
The girl glanced at us and said, "Demigods. The offspring of the gods and mortals." I think it's safe to say Holly went into shock.
"But… What was that… Thing?" I asked.
"Python," she replied, without even sparing a glance at me. I thought a python was just a snake. I didn't think they grew that big, or sprouted wings. Almost as if hearing my thoughts, the girl added, "It's a monster, not a snake." Well that's a good reason. She turned to Dave. "Are you taking them to camp now?" she asked.
Saying he looked overjoyed would've been an understatement. He happily replied, "Yes, Lady Artemis. I was just making sur-"
"Wait," I cut him off. "What camp? And Lady Artemis? Who are you people?"
The little girl sighed and began to explain, "Have you read about the Greek gods, like Zeus?" she questioned. When Holly and I nodded our head she continued. "Well, they are still around today, having children with mortals and controlling weather."
"So are you trying to say that you are Artemis? The goddess of hunting and the moon and stuff?" I asked.
She nodded. "And stuff," she said.
"But aren't you like a virgin goddess or something? Do you have kids too?" questioned Holly, who still didn't look like she believed it.
Artemis scowled. "No, of course not. I have my hunters," she said, gesturing to the girls around her, "and they are my family." She turned to Dave and said, "We must get these two to camp. My hunters and I will accompany you, we were heading to the camp anyways."
"Of course!" Dave replied. He couldn't have looked happier if he were to sprout wings and fly away.