Pennsylvania

School Day Has Ended

"Seriously," Jimmie complained, "Who knew that a human being could blabber on for so long?"

"JJ, it's because he's Cuban," Koji said to Jimmie. Jimmie looked out into the field, the red barn that stood high was standing there with the doors open.

"Wait, really? Do Cubans talk a lot?" He asked.

"Yup," Charlotte replied, "But they're very hospitable and their food is so good!"

"Ahh, from a scale from one-to-ten?" Jimmie asked. He jumped in front of us and started walking backward.

"Eight," Charlotte replied.

"So, it must be good then?"

"Yeah, it's good if it's an eight," Charlotte said. She looked at Jimmie like he was a dumb ass.

"Hey, Frank, have ya ever meet a Cuban?" He asked me. Well, I never have met a Cuban, but I have met a Venezuelan. They are nice, and their food is good too.

"Yeah," I replied, "I met Cubans before."

"Wow, see, I've never been beyond our town. I wish-" Jimmie abruptly stumbles over a rock and loses his balance. He tries to regain his balance but he falls down anyway and his backpack fell over his head which threw him back to the ground.

"Ha, dumbass!" Koji points at Jimmie who was lying on the floor with his backpack over his head.

"Shut it, Koji!" Jimmie shouts at Koji. He gets up and confronts Jimmie face-to-face.

"Man, why are you always making fun of me, huh?" Jimmie says. Before this was going to continue I butted in.

"Hey, Koji. Isn't this your stop?" I point to the massive stairwell leading up the mountain. At the entrance to the stairwell was a mailbox that was decorated into looking like a hand.

It was obvious that Jimmie wanted to continue arguing, but he went up the stairwell that led to his mansion on the hill. When he was on the second step he turned around and waved at us. He cupped his mouth and screamed, specifically for Koji, "Screw you Koji!"

Koji smiled at this, he enjoyed making Jimmie upset or frustrated or anything that will annoy him. Simply because Jimmie was a Social. Jimmie never really liked being a Social. Mainly, because he thinks that his caretakers and personal maids spoil him. He told us once how he feels like he is the King and the maids and caretakers were his minions. Koji, being Koji, requested that they switch places and he would be a Social. Jimmie got sick of it because he became like the rest of the Socials, so he changed and started to become friends with other people as well, like us Gutters.

We started our way back home. It was the three of us: Koji, Charlotte, and me. We silently walked down the street that had no sidewalks. Koji lived farther down the road but Charlotte and I were close. I saw a red car coming our way, but it was far.

"Hey," I warned them, "A car is coming."

"Really," Koji replied, "I thought it was a ladybug coming our way."

"Haha, very funny," Charlotte said.

"Well, thank you for the compliment, love," Koji said with a bow. Charlotte rolled her eyes at his stupidity, I would understand Charlotte. Though, I would just ignore his show. The red car came closer to us at an alarming rate. Closer and closer it came. I was able to distinguish what car it was, a Rolls Royce. It passed us and the wind blew straight at us, zooom!

"Damn, the boy's in a hurry!" Koji said. He turned around and watched the car race down the street.

We walked down the rest of the way in silence, enjoying the nice breeze from the wind. We separated when the four-way stop came. We took a right and Koji continued on forward. Charlotte and I were met with the same sand-colored apartment building we lived in. Charlotte went inside first and headed to the room and I followed behind. I looked down and wondered what we learned today? I did not really pay attention today because I was zoning in and out all of the time. I blindly followed Charlotte while I thought to myself. In Mr. Marshell's class we learned the depths of photosynthesis, which is a very big pain; In Mr. Usnavy's class we learned...what did we learn? I do not remember. Frank, forget about that. It was fake, it was just because I did not get enough sleep. I bumped into something. I bumped into Charlotte who was opening the door. She was close to the door and I was on top of her.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized to her.

"Nah, it's okay," Charlotte turned the knob and pushed the door open. Inside the apartment, room was a disaster. Papers were all scattered everywhere along with paper shreds and the chairs were flipped, the table was fine though and so was the kitchen, which was covered with knives and utensils, plates were smashed on the floor, the windows were open, the curtains were ripped, and the couch was fine, which was a relief. Wait, the beds! I take a step forward and Charlotte puts her hand across and does not let me go forward.

"What if someone is here?" Charlotte says. She might be right, but the beds!

She cautiously walks in and peeps her head outward to check if there is an intruder in the bedroom or bathroom. She talks another step in and I follow her. She quietly heads over to the bathroom and checks inside. She knows her heads sideways at me, so no one is in the bathroom. I head over to the bedrooms and the door is closed, unlike the bathrooms. I rest my hand on the knob and slow down my heartbeat. I tackle the door open and got ready for a fight. And to my surprise, no one was here. However, what was a little weird to me was how organized my room was. I like things to be neat and tidy but when I left the room, it was not like this. One, I always forget to fold my bed. Two, there is not any dirty clothing in the dirty basket. Three, the mess of papers on my desk was not in a scattered position but were in a pile. Four, my shoes, that are normally lying around in the entrance of the door was neatly placed next to the door. I checked under the bed and saw that no one was there. I got back to my feet and headed over to my closet. I rest my hand on the knob and pull the closet open. All of my clothing was there and perfectly hanged. Now that I look at it, all of my dirty clothing is clean and hanging. So, no one was in my room. What about Charlotte's room? I tippy-toed into Charlotte's through the hall that connected our rooms. I peeked my head inside and saw her room. Her room was destroyed and vandalized, but the hair on my skin stood still when I saw someone sitting on Charlotte's bed. I determined that person was a girl, but the vibe I got from her told me something else, my gut told me something else. She was a brunette with grey eyes which contained wisdom and knowledge beyond humans. She is a God and I know that. She transfixed her gaze over to me and stared at me. My body, got ready, for whatever might come.

"Hello," She started, "You must be Frank Keller."

I stayed still and watched her, I wished my katana was with me. Charlotte came running in the room with her daggers and my katana in her hand. When she saw the goddess sitting on her bed, she froze. Charlotte did not move a muscle.

"And you must be Frank Keller's sidekick, Charlotte."

"Who are you?" I asked. I rested my hand on my sword just in case she did anything.

"I am Athena," she answered, "Goddess of wisdom, strategy, and it goes on."

"Then use your wisdom and get the fuck out of my house," I violently responded.

Charlotte looked at me with a confused face. The hate for Gods started to boil inside of me, next week was the day that it all started for me. I always blamed them and killed many of there kind. Now they lie in my world, where I would set them free from my chains and let them live in my world, but not this world. That is my punishment, that they would never come back here.

"I am only here to inform you about the rulings of the Gods," Athena said. Well, this is not going to sound good.

"And what might this ruling be?" I asked, my arm on the katana was out of control like it was not mine. It was about to pull the katana out and threaten Athena's life with the katana.

"Well, I don't know how to say this to you, so I'll say it as it is. There are some Gods that want you dead and others who would want you dead but fear to bring your wrath again."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Charlotte said. She had sheathed her daggers and I had not known about it. Wow, she must feel okay with the Goddess around her.

"Yeah, me either," I said.

"Well, there are two sides in the world of the Gods. Those who want to kill Frank Keller with any force necessary, and those who don't want Frank Keller dead because your death might enrage Tarturas."

"Who are the Gods in the council who want to kill Frank?" Charlotte asked.

"This isn't a problem just for the council, all of the Gods have intervened. So, I can't tell you the names of all of the Gods."

"That's okay, then can you tell me why they want to kill me?"

"They believe you pose a threat to all the Gods."

"I think they don't understand that I just want to live my life without them intervening every two seconds."

Athena stood quiet, she just looked at me.

"And what side are you on?" Charlotte asked Athena.

"I believe that Frank doesn't pose a threat towards us Gods, but-" I interrupted Athena.

"What! You think that I am capable of being dangerous because I am the son of the Tarturas!" I screamed at her.

"..."

"Well! Answer me!" She still did not answer me. I think that I answered for her.

"Get the hell out of our apartment," I said. Charlotte stepped away from the door.

"I am sorry for the disturbance that I caused to you," Athena apologized. Right now, I do not need an apology. My blood was boiling and my mind was full or anger. Athena got up from the bed and headed outside. She snapped her fingers and everything that was broken in the apartment was fixed and was put back where it belonged: the plates, forked, curtains, Charlotte's room, all of it.

"Who caused this mess?" Charlotte asked. She was not against Athena and I knew that. I am not against Athena, but I hate it when people assume that I am a ticking atomic bomb because I am the son of a deity that was put away thousands, possibly millions of years ago.

"I didn't cause this mess, Hera did." Athena continued to walk towards the door that led to the outside of this apartment.

"Oh, if you are interested in who are the leaders of the group that wants to kill you," Athena placed a piece of paper on the dining table. She turned away from us and headed to the door. I heard the door open and shut.

"Hey, are you okay?" Charlotte asked. I stared at the floor. My grip on the sword's handle tightened like a bear hug, my body was shaking from my deep hatred for the Gods. They all think the same, every single last one of them. Those Gods who want to kill me and those who would like me dead but fear my wrath. They both want the same thing, my death, one way or another.

That is because they are evil, corrupt, and selfish.

I felt Charlotte's hand on my shoulder. I could not take it anymore, the continuous strikings on me by the Gods, the running, the killing! When will it stop! I just want everything to stop and just let it all out. Whether it would be through anger, pain, crying. Any of them, I just want it all to stop.

"Frank? Look at me," Charlotte put her hand under my chin and raised my head. A tear rolled down my face, I did not look at her in the eye. Charlotte drew her face closer to mine. She wiped the tear off of my face and proceeded forward. I tilted my face towards hers and our lips connected. She pulled back and stared at me.

"I'm sorry," Charlotte said. She took a step back and headed over to the kitchen. I took a step forward and looked from her door. She was leaning on the table, the piece of paper was still there and unopened. My body surged toward Charlotte like an arrow. She turned around and I kissed her. It was a nice long one, and I did not hold back. She was leaning on the table. She grabbed onto the table and I also grabbed onto the table. I continued to kiss her until she could not hold her breath anymore.

"Wait," Charlotte breathlessly said, "What are you doing?"

I kissed her again and pulled back.

"Kissing you," I kissed her again and we started making out. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her closer. I bent down and picked her up, she wrapped her legs around me and I placed her on the counter where Charlotte and I would normally eat snacks. We started making out, battling for dominance. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My upper body was now exposed and the large scar the was on my chest was exposed. Charlotte ran her hand on that scar. That was the scar that Lady Artemis, the only Goddess that I respect, gave me when she shot me with an arrow. Charlotte pulled me closer to her lips. I passionately continued to kiss her. I ran my hand down her back until I reached the bottom of her shirt and took it off. She pulled from the kiss and laid down on the table. Her back was on the table and she was looking at me, who was standing above her. I ran my hand down her belly, she moaned a little bit. I traced my hand back upwards to her face and continued kissing her. We continued making out for some time. She traced her hand downward, to the little monster down below. She started to rub. She could not take it anymore. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them on the table. I started to make out with her and she started to moan.

Then, two knocks from the door. The door handle turned and the door opened. There where two people at the door, Koji and Jimmie. Koji came walking in with a bag in his hand. Jimmie also had a bag, but they both stopped at the door when they saw us. Koji stood still like he has seen a ghost and Jimmie was shivering like a cold dog. Koji looked sick, he dropped the bag and ran out of the apartment building. Jimmie restructured himself and placed the bags down on the floor.

"I'm sorry we interrupted you," Jimmie said, he closed the front door. I heard Jimmie's footsteps fade away.

"Shit," I said. We are in deep shit with them.