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Kori pov

"Korinna!" my geometry teacher snapped. I looked up at her ugly rat face, raising an eyebrow.

"In case you didn't know, this is not art class. Quit defacing your text book or you'll have to pay me for a new one." I looked at her dull brown eyes, some of my classmates snickered.

"I'm not defacing anything. It helps me remember. Also I didn't draw anatomically incorrect body parts unlike some of my peers." I shot a glare to the other students who shut up instantly. Mrs. Allen squinted her beady eyes. It looked like she was about to assign me (yet another) detention when the bell rung. I ran out of there quicker than anyone else, breathing a sigh of relief. The only good thing about that class was that it meant art was only 65 minutes away. I swear it's the only thing that gets me through the day. I was almost to the class room when I saw them. It's about the most cliché thing ever, I acknowledge this, but it was the cheerleaders. All blonde, all way too smiley, and absolutely dumb. They've been bothering me ever since I said that competitive cheerleading was a demeaning, objectifying "sport" to women, not that any of them knew what that meant.

"Hey K!" said Angela, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. Her (obviously fake) platinum hair clashed with my dark braid. She smelled crazy bad, which was weird. I figured she was wearing a new, very expensive, perfume from Paris or some other European city.

"You know, you would half-way decent if you washed your hair and tried conditioner." She said in a sickly sweet voice, the other girls laughed and my face began to feel hot. No way was I gonna let them know I was even slightly embarrassed.

"And you would smell a whole lot better if you quit using that perfume. Seriously, is it called Eud de la skunk?" I pinched my nose and pushed her hand off my shoulder. Just before I stepped in to class I heard one of them say "Bitch." I was just about to turn around and give all of them a little more than a piece of my mind when Mrs. Carson, my art teacher, put a hand on my shoulder.

"Come on in Kori, bell's about to ring." I looked at her calming grey eyes, which told me, they're not worth it. I nodded and walked in, greeted with the soft smell of turpentine and clay. It was the most comforting thing ever. Not many kids were in the class, so none of them bothered me. The art room felt like the only safe place for me. I grabbed the canvas I've been working on and started to paint. It was based off a dream I had. It was a half-finished woman, she was making clouds, and soft pinkish wisps swirled from her fingers. I was proud of it, I would probably be done with it by the period ended. Mrs. Carson walked over about half way through class.

"Almost done." I looked over my shoulder and saw her smiling with pride. She had pulled her brown hair into a pony tail that fell over her shoulder and smelled like freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

"I was wondering if you wanted to enter it in the Buffalo young artist's showcase." I almost dropped my brush.

"Yes, yes, oh my God YES!" I yelled, making the other kids look up. But I didn't care.

"Great!" She said with a smile. "I'll grab the entry form at the museum tomorrow. For some reason, they don't believe in computers." She huffed, I smiled at her mock irritation. I wish she was my mom. I have no idea who my biological mom is, or my dad for that matter. I've been bouncing from foster home to foster home since I could remember and was currently living in a group home for "troubled kids". It wasn't too bad though, kind of sucks waiting on the bathroom but that was really it. Some of the kids would pick on me every now and then, but they were all usually too tired to bother, meds can do that to you. I'm probably one of the few kids who didn't have a prescription, as hard as the counselors tried. I sometimes wondered why my parents ditched me, probably teenagers. I decided to not dwell on it and returned to my heavenly canvas.

I actually skipped to study hall, I was so happy. It was the last period of the day, I had finished my painting, and it was going to be hanging in a museum at the end of this month! I don't think I've ever been this happy in a school building. In every school I'd been to, I swear half the teachers were out to get me. I got in my desk as soon as the bell rung. All around me, the other kids were studying for the end of the year finals. They started on Wednesday, I know I should be studying, but I actually felt confident in all my classes, except geometry because seriously! The only people who don't have to worry about it are like geniuses! Plus Mrs. Allen hates me so, any way I'm screwed. The silence was ear-splitting from the stressed students that were sweating over finals, so I grabbed a bathroom pass and excused myself.

I walked over to the sink and splashed water on my face. I looked in the mirror. My braid was messy (nothing new there) and my electric blue eyes were dulled with exhaustion. School drained the life out of me.

"You know there are showers in the locker room, you don't have to use the sink."

I spun around and saw Angela and a tall girl that looked way too old to go here.

"This is the poor girl I told you about. K, this is Mia. She's the cheer team's new assistant coach." She had sandy blonde hair and a really bad spray tan. I hated her already. Her too white teeth and too straight smile creeped me out.

"Aw honey," she had a thick Texan twang, "You missed some dirt." Her fake sympathy pissed me off.

"Oh, wait, those are freckles. Yikes! Hon, I got a lemon juice mix that'll take care of those." Angela smiled, clearly happy at Mia's disdain for me. My face turned hot and the air began to feel heavy. I saw Angela and Mia's hair begin to frizz. Mia's face twisted with malice.

"Angela, go on ahead to the gym. I'm gonna talk to Korinna here about her opinion of the team." Angela looked a bit disappointed, but left the bathroom without a word.

"Now, now Korinna. No need to worry child." She licked her lips as she took a step closer. I backed up against the sink. What the hell was wrong with this lady?

"O how I love demi-god blood," Saliva oozed out of her mouth, which opened to revel twin fangs. "So much sweeter than regular mortals."

"What the he-"I didn't get to finish before she suddenly grabbed me and lifted me from the ground, her finger nails dug into my arms. She was hideous! Her mouth was now filled with broken, yellowed teeth and her skin was pock marked and wrinkled. I screamed in horror and suddenly the lights exploded and showered sparks. Mia looked behind her and hissed, looking for an attacker. While she was distracted I kicked her gut and with a grunt, let me go. I sprinted from the bathroom, hearing an ungodly shriek behind me. I had almost made it to the front door when I was grabbed and thrown backwards. Suddenly Mia was on top of me, holding my wrists with painful strength.

"That was a dirty trick, demi-god. Now hold still, this'll hurt. A lot." She smiled, making some of her spit drip on my face. I kicked and screamed, hoping the lights would blow up again or something when someone tackled Mia, shoving her off me. I sat up and saw Mrs. Carson wrestling with Mia. I couldn't believe it! Mia was on top of her, hissing and shrieking, when Mrs. Carson threw her off.

"Lamia!" She shouted. Lamia smiled.

"Ah, Mary Barnes. It's been a while, daughter of Athena. Didn't expect to see me again did you, sugar?" She charged and Mrs. Carson ducked under her arm and tripped her. Mrs. Carson pulled the chopstick that were in her pony tail out and the suddenly grew into a bronze tipped javelin, and was about to bring the point to Lamia's back when Lamia rolled over and clawed Mrs. Carson's right leg, making her fall. They kept fighting, when suddenly Lamia got a hold of Mrs. Carson's javelin and held her down with her foot. She was about to bring it down when I screamed.

"NO!" A locker door flew off its hinges from behind me and hit Lamia square in the face, sending her flying. I was so mad, I walked towards her.

"Don't. You. EVER. EVER. Touch her AGAIN!" a gust of wind that could have rivaled an F6 tornado pinned Lamia to the wall. I picked up the javelin and threw it at her, as it hit her she screamed and turned to dust which disappeared in the wind. It died down slowly, I was huffing. I looked around and saw papers and locker doors everywhere. I turned to Mrs. Carson, her lip was cut and her eyes were wide with surprise.

"I had my suspicions, but this, oh this…" she said in a hushed tone. I was scared. I just killed a demonic Texan cheerleading coach that wanted to eat me and she just evaporated!

"M-Mrs. Carson. What'd she mean? What was she?" My voice cracked as I looked at my hands.

"What am I?" I whispered. Mrs. Carson limped over to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

"You're a demi-god. I am too. Either your mother or father is a Greek god. From the looks of it, it's your father. You need to get out of here and get to camp. I'll cover for you and see you there in a few days." Her voice was strong and her eyes were calm. My lip quivered and a lump rose in my throat.

"But, I don't know what this is camp or where it is."

"We can take you." I turned around and saw two girls, one of them was wearing a black hoodie with black corkscrew curls tumbling out and the other wore a t-shirt advertising a surf shop, her ash blonde hair had teal stripes and was swept into a ponytail.

"Who are you?"

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