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Chapter Four: Screaming in the Bus (Ryan von Parkington's P.O.V.)

"I'm a what?!" I screamed at the kid.

"A–," the 6th grade wimpy, kid mouthed off to me.

"No, I don't need you to tell me what you said. I heard you perfectly clear! Now why did you call me that?!"

"Because you are!"

"I am no–" I said roughly pulling the hold I had on the kid's collar up to have perfect eye contact view with him.

"Ryan! Come with me!" Mrs. Carmichael told me. I turned to her, letting go off the idiot, Chadwick's collar.

"Detention?" I asked and smiled wickedly.

"No," she said.

"Suspension?' I asked again and frowned; I had so hoped to get a detention.

"No sir."

"Then what?!" I asked impatiently; the worst that could happen was…

"Expelled."

My jaw dropped, "What?!"

"Expelled," she said and had a slight look of pleasure on her face.

"This is insane! What did Ido?"

"Everything."

"What the heck?!" and I went to the office.

I stayed in the principal's office all day and then, at last, the last bell rang.

"Go home, Mr. von Parkington." Mrs. Carmichael said slowly. "I've called your house and explained everything to your parents."

I went to my locker and cleaned it out, stalling until I heard the bus riders called out to the front where the cheese wagons were assembled. I was going to be in a lot of trouble when I got home.

"Yes, ma'am," I said and walked out of that door for the last time.

I met Grover Underwood in the hall, I guess he could tell I was bummed, because he just walked beside me and said nothing. I got in the bus and sat in the window seat, Grover sat in the seat next to me.

He broke the silence. "Are you going to be okay, Ryan?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. It's just another school I've been expelled from. Just another new school I'll probably get expelled from," I rolled my eyes.

"You were expelled! Oh, no, no, no!" Grover exclaimed; he seemed more worried than I was.

"Yeah, whatever," I looked out the window and saw something disturbing. "Holy crap, what is that Grover?" I said looking closer at it in the sky.

"Um, I don't see anything." Grover said even more worriedly.

"No, Grover! Don't lie to me! I know you see something!" I declared ferociously.

"No, no, no! Why, Hades? Why this one?" Grover mumbled, and did a motion, like a claw over his heart and pushed out.

"What?" I said, becoming very baffled.

"It's a Fury. We have to get off the bus now. It's going to the next stop to catch us and take you off or kill you."

"Grover. It's the almighty Twinkie mobile. How in the world do you suppose we get off?" I said.

"I don't know," Grover whimpered.

Suddenly, the light switch to the light bulb stuck to the ceiling of my brain was flipped, "I do, though."

"What?"

I explained my idea to Grover.

He smiled. "That might actually work." He smiled and then faked a brave face, though I could see the concern in his eyes. "Okay, are you ready for this?"

"I've always wanted to do something totally ridiculous like this. So I've always been ready," I said and smiled.

Here I go,I thought.

And I screamed.

"Ryan, it's okay, s-stop screaming." Grover said, acting as if the scene was a reality, he kept fidgeting and "comforting" me.

Man, we needed to make a movie or something because we were professional worthy!

I kept screaming and decided to make it even more realistic by curling up in a ball.

"What's going on back there?" the lady bus driver said.

"Um, my friend has finally cracked and when he demanded to get off the bus and I said we couldn't, he just went ballistic." Grover called up to her.

"Well, get him to shut-up!" she called back.

"I can't! Nothing works!" Grover said looking at me. I screamed louder.

And the bus came to a stop.

"Get off!" she yelled. I kept screaming.

Grover led me to the front and got me off the bus.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, I stopped screaming.

The bus driver shook her head and closed the doors.

We watched the bus drive away.

"Dang it." I said and kicked the plants lining the road.

"What?" Grover said, as if oblivious to the fact we had nothing.

"That was our only ride! Now we are stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! How do you expect we get to town, Grover?! We're in Kentucky! IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!" I sat down in the middle of the road. "Gosh. This is the worst day of my life."

Hopefully a truck will come by and kill me, I thought.

"No luck there," Grover said. "No truck is coming for at least half an hour."

"Great. How did you know what I was thinking?" I said.

"Do you know what you are, Ryan?"

"Yeah, a low-life dork that gets expelled from every school he enters," I said.

"Be serious."

"I am being serious, Grover. Other than that, I feel as if I'm something more than just human, which is totally insane. I'd have to actually be what I pretended to be back there, to believe any of the things that happen to me are reality. They are just figments of my imagination."

It was true. More things were happening to me that come out Greek myths than out of reality.

"You're right. You are more than human."

I faltered, but at this moment, anything seemed possibly. "I am?" I asked.

"You're a half-blood."

"What about blood?" I asked bewildered.

"Walk with me and I'll explain."

"Okay." I got up and I stood next to him, he was short. I was at least a foot and a half taller than him. We started to walk.

"You know all the Greek myths? About all the Olympians and what they did and all?" I nodded, "Well, they are real, right now and they have–."

"Affairs with humans. Like they used to. Like with Hercules, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, exactly," Grover said.

"So, I'm like Hercules?" I asked.

He let out this weird laugh that sounded more like a goat, "Well, yeah, in a way," he said. "If you want to give it a shot, I can try to find out who your dad is, 'cause I've seen your mom before, leaving it to be your dad who is the Olympian."

"Really? You can find out who my real dad is?"

"Yeah, I can try, I mean, all I need is your whole name."

"You can't make fun of me for it. I have to go by my second middle name because my first name and first middle name is so weird. You ready?" he nodded. "Acheron Eridanos Ryan von Parkington."

"Holy tin cans," he said, his eyes got wide.

"I knew I couldn't trust anyone. I just knew it," I started to back away from him and all he could to do was look behind me.

"No! Watch out!" and I was shoved to the side of the road.

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