Spencer's point of view.

"Look, I know what I'm asking you is a lot, and breaking school rules, but- who else better to ask than seven of Hades best sinners?" She smiled at us, like she thought that would help. I was confused. I feel like lately I am always confused. I have no idea what I'm doing, I have no idea who actually these people are and I have no idea what world I'm in. Louis just looked at me.

"I'll explain later," he told me. I am really starting to like Louis, I guess I was kind of sceptical at first. I've never had any real friends, but I felt like even if I did move again, I'd like to keep in contact with him. Seeing as he is my only friend, I'd say he is my best friend – but then he has these five other friends who I feel awkward around, I just don't know them that well. I'd never been around them without Louis, when Louis left would they start harassing me? Were they only being nice to me in front of Louis?

"You have the power of the Olympians," she told us. "Could you please at least try? I wouldn't ask if I was desperate. I've been trying for the past couple of thousand years."

"Thousands of years, but you look so...young!" It's true. She wasn't the youngest of teachers, she was defiantly older than Miss Persephone. Miss Persephone has long blonde hair, and Miss Demeter had shoulder length brown hair. She didn't have wrinkles or anything noticeable that made her old, I guess I was just comparing her to her daughter.

"You can go now." Miss Demeter said.

"Thank you!" Gabriel said, him and Hannah ran out the classroom.

"I feel terrible," Louis said.

"You shouldn't feel terrible, it's not like you kidnapped Persephone in the first place." Charlie said. It was weird hearing Charlie call Miss Persephone, Persephone. I guess I was just so used to calling Persephone Miss Persephone in class and in my head. And by class, I mean that 30 seconds that we were actually in there for.

We walked out of class and Louis started talking to me.

"So, how is your first day going so far?" He asked me.

"It's...different, I guess." I said, I was telling the truth.

"A lot of information to take in, in just one day, isn't it?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," he said. "Whatever you want."

"When did you find out you were a sinner?" I asked him.

"A Greek sinner. There are different types of sinners, if you say you're a sinner you could be a Greek sinner or a Roman sinner or a Norse sinner or maybe even an Egyptian sinner." He told me.

"Oh, okay. When did you find out you were a Greek sinner?"

"I got told when I was 4, I didn't really understand, I guess. I went to a Greek play school, a Greek primary school and now a Greek senior school."

"So, will you go to a Greek college?" I asked him.

It seemed like a simple question.

"I have my eyes set on Harvard." He told me.

"Harvard?" I asked him. "That's in America!"

"Yep." He said. "I want to travel the world, I thought that would be a good place to start. Actually, Gabriel went on a mini trip with his parents all around America. Well, I say mini trip, they were gone for a year."

"He's lucky. Is he rich?" I asked.

"You could say that." He told me. "Hey, so maybe do you want to come round tonight? I could explain this whole Greek thing to you once more?"

"Um," I was going to say yes, then I remembered I had plans with my parents. "Maybe another time? I've got something with my mum and dad tonight."

"Oh sure, another time then." Louis said, he looked sad. He had other friends, why did he want to hang out with me, anyway? We'd only met this morning. He probably didn't even like me. He probably thought I was weird. I looked down and checked my watch. "Oh, I better get going. My mum is picking me up down the road, I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked. I needed someone to carry on showing me around tomorrow, and even thought it was his obligation, he could still quit and leave me all on my own.

"Sure, see you tomorrow. Bye Spencer!" He said.

"Bye!" I walked off, then turned around. "Hey, one more question."

"Anything!" Louis answered.

"What are you a sinner of?" I really wanted to know. But, I forgot to ask. It always seemed like the wrong time to ask, we were either in detention or being set tasks by teachers-who-were-actually-Greek-gods-in-the-under world, but you know, we could always make time I guess.

"All will be answered in good time, Spencer." He said then winked.

"But- but-" What did he mean?

"Bye, Spencer." He smiled then opened his locker up. What was he the sinner of?

I walked down the street and I saw my mums car, my mum was in the drivers seat and my dad was in the passengers seat. I saw them smiling at me, I opened the back door up and sat down in the back – on my own.

"How was your day, Spence?" My dad asked me.

"Good, thanks." I said.

"See, I told you Susan!" My dad told my mum.

"Told you what?" I asked.

"Shall we drive off?" My mum asked. I nodded.

"Told you what?" I asked again.

"Honey, did you find out anything...weird, today?" She asked me.

"Well, everybody spoke Greek-" I felt really awkward. My new friends thought I was a sinner, I got sent to a Greek school by my parents – yet my parents never told me anything.

"They did?" My dad said. "See, we should of sent him when he was in primary school! I told you!"

"Calm down, dad. Everything was fine. My new friend, Louis is going to teach me Greek."

"You made friends, great! What are they like?" My mum asked me.

"We can talk about that later," my dad said. "Shall we drive then, Susan?"

My mum started to drive.

"What's a sinner?" I asked. My mum just kept her eyes on the road, but my dad turned his head round.

"We'll explain everything when we get there." My dad said. He smiled at me. I calming smile, like 'everything is going to be all right' when I had a gut feeling, it wasn't.

"Get where?" I asked. My mum took the wrong turning home, I thought it was the wrong turning. I knew it was, it was another gut feeling. It was my first day at this school, and this area so I wouldn't really know the way anyway.

"Where are we going?" I asked my mum.

"We're going to a restaurant," my dad said. "To celebrate our first days at our new jobs and school."

"Oh yeah," I told my mum. "How was your first day at that primary school?"

"It was good, the kids seem a little...hard work, but nothing that I can't do." I laughed at my mum, she always seemed like she could do anything. Actually, she could. But, it seemed really weird because I never felt like that. I always feel the opposite, like I can do nothing.