Mythos High Ch. 2
Everyone floods out of the class pinning me, Hermes, and Mercury to the wall. The last ones out were two blonde chicks, one had platinum blonde hair it almost looked white, the others hair was bright yellow like a Crayola(c) crayon. Both had on rather suggestive variations of the uniform, they cropped the button up blouse so that all it covered was their breasts, and skirt was so short it almost looked like a belt. The platinum blonde had on black stilettos and crayola blonde had black thigh high boots. How were they getting away with that? It was obvious that platinum was in charge the way she stood up front and glared at me.
"I'm Aphrodite and this is Venus," platinum introduced. "Be careful around some of the boys at this school. If you need help with any of them come to me, Venus, Eros, or Cupid. And don't worry about who they are you'll meet them sometime today or tomorrow." With that she and Venus left.
"Wow," said Hermes flying in front of me.
"She never helps any of the girls with love issues," said Mercury picking up my bag and class schedule.
"She reminds me of a stereotypical, blonde, popular bitch," I, accidentally, say out loud. Oops. They look at me like I'm some kind of freak of nature. Then they start laughing.
"It's true they are a pair of bitches," said Hermes still trying to catch his breath.
"We need to start getting to class," Mercury looked at my class schedule. "Oh! We all have the same first class!"
"Well, let's get going," they say in unison grabbing my hands and leading me out of the classroom, well they were flying and I was trying to keep my arms in their sockets. We went down the hall to a class labeled 6055.
"This our first class, human history," said Mercury handing me my bag and schedule. They flew into the classroom and I walked in after them. The teacher was a very young looking woman, 20 at best, with medium length black hair and she wore a brown dress that went to the knee with a big black belt across her waist. She looked at me with pitch black eyes.
"You're Sadie, right?" she said with a high soprano voice. I nodded. "I'm Mnemosyne, your human history teacher. Take a seat anywhere you feel comfortable."
"Ok," I say, taking a seat in the front by the door. I look at my class schedule,
home: room 6066, Rhea
1st : room 6055, human history, Mnemosyne
2nd : room 10125, were-beast anatomy, Selene
3rd : room 6134, intro to magics, Uranus
4th : lunch, cafeteria
5th : room courtyard 1, botany, Gaia
6th : room 6006, calligraphy, Prometheus
7th : room 6066, creative writing, Rhea
The bell rings starting class, Ms. Mnemosyne stands up from her chair to take roll, calling out all the names of the students one by one, of course my name is first, "Sadie Ashby, is here." and continues down the list ending with, "Zeus, is ditching... again." She puts down the list of students and goes to the class room phone on her desk. "Cronus, Zeus has not arrived to class yet... I understand but if he is not in class in 5 minutes he will fail this class." She hangs up the phone.
"ZEUS GET TO CLASS NOW!" goes Mr. Cronus's voice over the intercom, making me jump out of my seat just a bit.
"While we're waiting lets have our new student introduce herself, Sadie come up to the front of the class," said Ms. Mnemosyne. I got up out of my seat and stood next to her. I was not the best when it came to speaking in front of the class, I have a slight case of stage fright. I took a deep breath.
"Hi, I'm Sadie Ashby, I'm of Scottish, and Irish descent, my father sent me here to get rid of me for the school year to save gas money and to finish some house renovations." I finished in a huff.
"Does anyone have any questions for Ms. Sadie?" asked Ms. Mnemosyne. All of the students except Hermes and Mercury rose their hands. "There goes the class period." Just then the classroom door opened and a boy about my age walks in. He has black, semi-curly hair like Mr. Cronus's, and his uniform was a mess like he had to hurry to get dressed. He had the proper boys uniform, black button-up, white necktie, gray sports jacket( the kind for a suit) and dark gray slacks.
"Sorry for being late, Mnemosyne," he said rubbing the back of his head. Then he looked up at me with gray eyes, like Ms. Rhea's, and smirked. He walked up to me...
(Cliff hanger!)
(Chapter 3 up soon!)