Chapter One: It is all Football's Fault the School Started on Fire
Before you read this story I must warn you, what you're reading is not true. Do not trust one little word, but if you feel this story may have similarities with your life than run, they are already after you!
I like to think of myself as ordinary. My mom thinks of me as extraordinary, and my friends… I don't have any friends, but that doesn't bother me, it's not like I get teased, I used to but those bullies were next found on Easter Island after a freak tornado came by and took them away. The only one who seems to care for me is my teacher, Mr. Baker. He is my Language Arts teacher but he seems more like a drama teacher or maybe a Social Studies teacher, I don't know, I don't pay attention in either of those classes. Anyway, he babbles on about Greek and Roman and I find that really interesting. All the bloody battles, deaths, and so many terrible twists! It's a kid like me, I have ADHD, wonderland! So many new things and exciting journeys that end in misery! I wish my life was like that. But what I didn't realize, it is.
On what seemed to be a regular Tuesday we were discussing the rise and fall of Hercules also known as Heracles in Greek Mythology and how he wasn't actually such a nice guy. Who cares? His wife killed him, which was the best part! Of course Mr. Baker called on me, as always, to summarize it.
"Well," I began "There was this Halfgod, Demiblood guy named Hercules and he killed a bunch of stuff then his wife killed him, the end!" I shouted. Everyone laughed but Mr. Baker did not look pleased.
"No Julius," he sighed, "First off he is not a Halfgod, Demiblood, he is a Demigod, and a Half Blood. He brought glory to Zeus's or in your case Jupiter's name. Personally though, he can be kind of a jerk. You can't trust people who go around killing others."
"What do you mean in my case?" I asked, "We should talk later Julius." Mr. Baker frowned. "Class dismissed. Julius see me after school." He frowned. I trudged disappointedly to my next class. I headed to the locker room and slowly put on my gym clothes. I sighed, today we start football, If only it rained than we wouldn't have to today. I pleaded to God to make it rain. Then I heard the crack of thunder and my hairs stood up on the back of my neck, electricity like lightning pulsed through my body. I thanked dear God when the fire alarm went buzzing. I covered my ears and ran. Mr. Baker pulled me aside as the rest of the children passed.
"Julius!" He cried sharply, "Get into my car, I can't explain what's going on now but soon enough you will know now hurry." We rushed pas some burning lockers. They melted down like wax and the smoke burned my nose. I coughed and struggled to move. Mr. Baker was practically pulling me when we reached his car. I staggered into the back seat.
"What about my mother?" I choked out, she'll be worried sick if I don't come home.
"You can write her a letter but right now it is best to go. Now you have some explaining to do. I know it was you who called the storm, why." Mr. Baker said sternly. I looked around confused than I managed to say,
"I just prayed to God to make it rain so I didn't have to do football."
"Julius, you are so stupid sometimes, don't you see, you're the son of Jupiter. You made the storm and it is all your fault this happened." He yelled. I put my head in my lap and moaned. Then I said quietly,
"If we didn't have to do stupid football this wouldn't have happened." Mr. Baker just glared at me.