Thank you to those who reviewed, alerted, or favored this story. It made my day. Just like this snow day I am curenttly enjoying. Incase you didn't know, the things about being immortal is what I come up with. Again, I do not any of the characters besides the characters I come up with. None of the OCs are ment to be like anyone you may know in real life.

Chapter 2

Emerson

Dear Diary,

Yeah it's me. I bet you didn't expect to see me back so soon. Here is the thing I learned about being immortal- you don't need as much sleep as you would as a human or demigod or legacy. You can sleep only if you want to. Don't get me wrong because I love sleeping as much as the next guy but you don't need. You can be up for a week and look like you had the best nap in the world. The reason I am saying this is that I tried to sleep but I guess I couldn't because of the nerves of starting high school. I am worried that people might not like me or think I am strange. It's making me more stressed then usual. Its making me more stressed then when I found out that Zeus lost his lightning bolt, again, and I had to retrieve it. I learned how to hide my stress well and how to relieve it but I don't think it will work this time.

If I was ever stressed out, I would hold it in until swim practice. This year it will be different. Goode's girl swim season starts before the school year starts and I missed the try outs because I was still in living in Australia at the time. Now I have to find some other way to release my stress without punching Hunter or Christian in the face with water or my fist. Not the best way to do it if you want to avoid being grounded.

There must have been something in my dinner if I am telling my problems to an inanimate object like a two dollar diary. Before I go even crazier then I already am, I am going to try to find something not too preppy to wear for the first day of school. If I do not return in one piece, I wish you the best diary.

Yeah I defiantly think Hunter may have put something in my food, it wouldn't have been the first time…

Instead of getting up right away to look for something to wear, I pulled out my Ipod to try to calm my nerves. Even when I was part human, I still had a phone and an Ipod because my parents had trained me and my brothers well enough to defeat a monster if it would attack us while using these products. Even with that in mind, I still somehow broke my ankle because of a monster attack. It goes to show you that monsters, even after all these years, can pull a surprise attack on you.

I put my Ipod in my beat box and put on Drops of Jupiter by Train (1) with the volume on high. Thank goodness that mom gave in to my begging and made the rooms sound proof (much to my dads hating because of our "teenage hormones") or else I would be disturbing Christian and Cleo. My room happened to be between theirs.

As I picked out pair of blue, boot leg jeans with my favorite tee shirt- my music note heart tee. With the treble clef upside-down and the bass clef its normal way, the two formed a heart. My good friend Talia from the Apollo cabin gave me this shirt for my eighteenth birthday (we still try to celebrate birthdays even though we don't age unless we want to). It was her way of telling me to not forget about her and the Apollo cabin. She is stupid if she thinks I could forget about her.

With there being two more hours before we have to leave, I decided to waste time by listening to music. After listening to Drops of Jupiter, Magic by B.O.B, and Welcome 2 Detroit by Trick Tick, I heard a knock on my door before it was being opened. Cleo entered my room still in her pajamas and her hair was a mess. She quickly entered my room and shut the door quickly upon hearing how loud I had my music up. I motioned for her to sit down next to me on my bed before I turned my music to the lowest volume possibly. I knew she hated Welcome 2 Detroit so I skipped that song and an Adam Lambert song came on.

"I hope that you know that your hair is a mess right?" I asked her once she got comfortable.

She raised her eyebrow at me. "At least my hair isn't sticking up in all directions like yours."

I looked at her confused before getting up and heading into my connecting bathroom. Upon seeing my reflection, I cursed. I snapped my fingers and my hair went back to its normal straightness that fell about three inches below my shoulders.

"You could have easily done that by picking up a brush and a straighter," she told me.

"And you can easily have a brand new outfit straight out of a store in Paris if you concentrated hard enough." When it came to learning how to work their new powers after becoming immortal, Cleo somehow had the hardest trying to perfect it. Even after two years of being immortal.

"That's kind of the reason I wanted to talk to you about," she admitted.

"You want a new outfit from Paris?" I questioned her.

She shook her head no. "I just want a new outfit and I came close to making it just appear on me put the only thing that happened was that I somehow got a CD in my hand."

"You need to concentrate harder Cleo. That's how the gods started making things appear because they had to concentrate about it and it just appears. They had so much practice over the years that they don't even have to concentrate because they can just say it in their mind and it will appear. Until you mastered this ability, you will have to do things the normal way."

"But instead of concentrating on your hair to be brushed and straightened you just snapped your fingers and it happened," Cleo pointed out.

"I just did that for effect. Its more fun that way," I admitted. "Just concentrate on a new outfit. If it doesn't work, we can always just get something from your closet to wear."

She nodded and closed her eyes in deep concentration. It took about five minutes but she was able to make her hair curly but instead of a new outfit for school, she was wearing a bathing suit. I started to laughing really hard at her reaction when she seen what she was wearing.

"That was close if you are aiming for a trip to a beach, but for school, not so much."

"I give up!" she yelled. "I am just going to raid your closet for something to wear." With that last positive statement, she opened up my closet door and grabbed a few tops and pants and headed into the bathroom. When she exited, she was wearing white tank top with a long-sleeved, beige cardigan and a black miniskirt.

"If only you were able to make it magically appear then you wouldn't have to steal my clothes," I teased her.

"At least my middle name is actually a girl's name," Cleo countered.

I glared at her before replying "It's not my fault that my dad decided that my middle name had to be Blake, Cleo." If you don't believe me when I am saying that my middle name is Blake, go find my birth certificate. It is on that paper in black and blue.

Cleo started to laugh at my lame explanation. "I will see when we head down for breakfast Emerson." I nodded as she left to head back to her own room.

After Cleo shut the door behind her, I turned my volume all the way back up just as Lose Yourself by Eminem came on. I lost myself in the music that played. At around six in the morning (yes, I was up at about four in the morning), my mom knocked at my door and told me that breakfast is ready.

After a thirty minute breakfast with only two random spiders popping up (of course my mom and Christian had a freak attack when that happened) and another ten minute lecture, we were on our way to Goode High. From the Empire State Building, the walk to Goode only took about fifteen minutes. We arrived at Goode before seven giving us enough time to get our home room numbers.

The first thing we saw when we entered was many teenagers hurrying around the school. Many were greeting their old friends or trying to read the list of home room numbers posted on various walls around the school. Some of the students were heading up the main stairs to the second floor. Others were sitting at different tables in one of the two areas where the tables were. And of course, we were getting many stares from people.

We ignored the people staring at us as we headed over to one of the list that were posted on the wall. After finding out the rooms we were in by our last names, we headed over to south hallways on the first floor were the senior lockers were located and many of our classes were at. Our grandpa Paul explained to us that they try to keep the grades separate with each grade having their own hallways. The freshmen and sophomores were on the second floor and us seniors and juniors were on the first floor. With a few exceptions, the other grades usually won't enter another grade's hallway for classes.

Over the summer, everyone already got their schedules but we still had to go to our home room classes to pick up our school IDs and other paperwork. The ten minutes we spent in our home rooms were boring and pointless I think. It took the home room teacher less than five minutes to pass out the paperwork and IDs so the rest of the time we spent talking. The only other person I knew in my home room was Christian. Cleo, Emma, and Rikki all had different home rooms than us.

The rest of the time in the home rooms was spent talking and before we knew it, it was time for first hour. I said bye to Christian as I headed to my first hour- Honors English with Mrs. Sawyer. As I entered the classroom, a few people were already taking seats at one of the tables in the room. I headed to one of the middle row tables and sat at the end. I quietly took my sketch book out of my backpack and continued my sketch of a group of sled dogs. While I was doing this and waiting for the bell to ring, I noticed that somebody sat down next to me.

"Aren't you one of the new kids?" the person asked. I looked up from my sketch and I got my first good look at the person next to me. The person was a boy with short blonde hair that was spiked up in the front. He was your typical blonde hair, blue-eyed boy.

"I would say yes but I am worried about how you found out me being new," I told him.

"I basically know all the seniors so I know I new student when a see one. Plus, I would remember someone who was very pretty."

"I don't want to be mean to someone on my first day, but flattery won't help you since I have a boyfriend back home. If it isn't too much to ask, what is your name?"

He looked at me for a second before he answered with, "Jacob Hall. What's your name?"

"Emerson Jackson," I told him before the bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom. Jacob didn't move seats after the bell rang but he instead waved over two other teenagers to sit in the two seats next to him. Both gave me a smile but the girl's seemed more like friendly smile then the boys smirk.

"Emerson, these are my two good friends Allison Fisher and Alec Singer. Guys, this is the new girl Emerson Jackson," Jacob told them.

I gave them a quick hello before the teacher cut off our conversations and started class. Let's see how this first day goes.

1. I didn't want to make up any new artist or music so I am just going to use modern day music and pretend that it is new music from the kids time.

If you have any ideas, please leave it in your review. I also would like to know if you want me to do the full day of school or just do the important parts. Another thing is, would you want me to do the story day by day or just do the most important days?

~sciencelover