I walked down to the bus station, my sister Kaitlyn being the gigantic idiot she is almost got run over by a car but I saved her sorry butt by yelling at her to get off the road and for the first time in her life she listened. It was a miracle, except I don't know why I saved her, my life may have been better without her existence. Either way I saved her sorry life and to thank me she yelled at me not to boss her around. Typical, I do something nice and she gets mad, next time I will let her die.

I walked down to the bus. When I got there the bus was there. Almost late again. OH well, I still made it in time. I walked on and sat next to Brooklyn. Brooklyn was born in china and was adopted, so she had an Asian complexion. Her dark brown hair had light brown streaks and she was wearing an black shirt with a high-lighter green tanktop underneath. She was wearing some simple jeans shorts.

"Hey Mweasel!" She told me. Mweasel came from a joke we had this year. Apparently I look like a meerkat and weasel crossover, hence the birth of mweasel. "What's up?"

"Not much." I told her just to annoy her. Every time she asks me that question I always reply not much. It annoyed her a lot and it was funny to see her spaz out.

"Seriously Kara? Really? And on the last day of school too!" She said. "I thought we were done with this whole "Not Much" thing!"

"I thought we were done with the whole Mweasel thing."

"Weeeellll That's different!" She said and started pouting like a two year-old. Our bus rides together were usually like this. It gave us something to laugh about afterwards.

By now the bus ride was over. I said good bye to the bus driver and left with Brooklyn beside me. Autumn met up with us in the yard.

"Hey guys excited for the last day of school!" Autumn asked us excitedly. She was wearing a blue shirt and a black skirt with black leggings with skulls on it. Her blonde hair had blue streaks in it and her blue eyes glinted with curiousity.

"Yes!" I told her.

From then on we talked and talked. Today, four people from our class were acting odd around us today. Jerome Champagne, a nerdy know-it-all from Montreal that always has to try to place ahead of me in everything except he can't in anything except French, Piolo Santos, my friend since grade 2, He was part of the original four, a group that consisted of me, Piolo, William Boily, and Cameron Lukan, (who in fact is a fellow mathlete to me), who were the first four in a group that slowly got more and more people in it. That and the fact that we all were the original four that hated Christopher Rapozo.

Either way off subject the others that were acting odd were Sarah McGuiness and Jarod Sthele. I didn't know it yet but this was for a reason something I would never believe. Oh wait I already did believe it, I just didn't think it would happen to me.

Anyway, where was I? You know Let's just skip to the interesting stuff. French class! I know you are thinking French Class? How is French class the interesting thing? It is French class! Well this was no ordianary French class.

As our French teacher Mr. P ended his ever boring class and the bell rung signaling we were finally free from this torture he starts blocking the door saying Give me the three or else you cannot leave. It was really creepy! What was the three? I didn't know but I had a feeling I would soon find out. Jerome started talking rapid French at Mr. P. I couldn't keep up, but my ears that were completely fine-tuned to pick up anything that had to do with the greek myths caught onto one word. "Demigod," was constantly being said in the conversation.

Now if everything wasn't already creepy enough with the hostile French teacher not letting us leave, the weirdest craziest thing happened. Jarod walked up to me Autumn and Brooklyn and simply stood in front of us. Soon Piolo, Sarah and Jerome were all there to. Before I could ask anything Jarod spoke. "You will never get the chance to take them if we can help it."

I was in shock. Were they talking about us? The three of us? That's impossible. I have a mom and a dad and a normal average plain life. That's when Mr. P turned into a monster.

I was probably the only one not screaming. I mean sure I was scared and all but the main thought that was going through my head was: my teacher's a monster…. I knew they were real!

Mr. P had obviously turned into a manticore. He now had a spiked tail which clearly had poison on the spikes. I was slightly scared but again I was more excited. Apparently, I'm not the type of person who recognizes that there is a problem when your French teacher turns into a monster. You know…. This all reminded me of one thing. Percy Jackson…

It was a book series I was obsessed with about demigods the main character being a son of Poseidon named Percy Jackson. Looking at it…. I made a realization. The manticore, Sarah, Piolo, Jerome and Jarod all seeming to know exactly what was going on and those people being the ones who read Percy Jackson…. It all made sense.

"No way." I muttered not believing the conclusion I had come to. This had to be a dream. I've had dreams like this before. I wasn't a demigod. I wasn't. It wasn't possible.

I changed my mind rather quickly when the first spike flew right at my head.