Hey! Time for the good ol' answer the questions!
42 asked...where did you come up with this stuff? and Jaycee is a Daughter of Apollo and she seems a lot different from other children of Apollo did you mean for her to be like that?
First question! What exactly do you mean 'come up with this stuff'? Like how do I think of this story, my other story, or the plot line, or what? But most of it is just in my head and random things make me think of a story, you know? Second question! Jaycee is indeed unlike most children of Apollo. She has some of her mother in her too, you know.
Hmmm...that was the only question(s) asked. Ah well. If you all have questions you'll ask. Here's the next chapter!
And We Thought We Were Normal
Jaycee Carter. Normal 13 year old girl, right? Wrong! Her life's been weird since the day she's been born, and now it's just gotten weirder. A Goth boy about her age comes in and tells her she's not normal. Well she knew that much, but when he says the gods from the Greek Myths she loved so much are real and still exist, she's not sure what to think. But she believes it. She's had that feeling for a long time now, and it's only being confirmed for her. Now to just survive middle school in New York with her BFF Meg Andrews and her new friend Goth Boy. What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 11-The Play's the Thing
Mrs. Alexandra sat at the front of the class on a tripod stool. She spoke in riddle and rhyme before she asked us who or what she was. I raised my hand without knowing. She looked at me surprised that the new student knew.
"Jaycee?" She called.
"You're the Oracle of Delphi, speaker of prophecies for Phoebus Apollo, the Olympian god of prophecy," I said casually. I didn't know the answer, but I did. Does that make sense? Probably not. The teacher nodded.
"Correct," She sounded flabbergasted. "I am the Oracle of Delphi. Speaker of prophecies. For Phoebus Apollo, the god of prophecy. How did you know?"
"I love Greek Mythology, I guess."
"Yes," She nodded, "That must be it. Anyway, I'm happy to tell you that the Goode Theatre program is helping us with our new class project! We will be putting on a play about the Greek Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. You have to participate to get your grade!" She said sternly. Then she smiled.
"I'll be passing around a sign-up sheet for actors and actresses. If you'd rather not act, you can work behind the scenes as tech crew, costume, or make-up. Understand?"
We all nodded and she smiled wider. She started with my row of seats. She handed me the paper for actors and actresses. On impulse I wrote my name down then handed the paper back to Meg with a smile.
So far, Mythology was my favorite class, not because I was considered a myth to my classmates, but because it was fun and definitely a hands-on class. Sort of like how in F.A.C.S. class you cook. In Mythology class, we're Ancient Greeks and go around 'praising the gods' and 'thanking the gods' and asking each other 'which god we worship'. Meg said Athena, Lana said Aphrodite-making the Preps squeal a little, probably thinking she could join them-and I would say Apollo with a bright smile.
Mrs. Alexandra had had us join the other people who worshiped the god we'd chosen and that'd be our group for the rest of the year as a new class project. In my group, there were five boys and two girls, reminding me much of the Apollo Cabin back at Camp. A waved at them, and the two girls looked bored and the guys were acting like weirdos. Nothing unusual here.
One of the girls looked at me. "Taylor Alexandra. Mrs. Alexandra's daughter." I nodded. Taylor had blonde straight hair and brown eyes and was wearing an assortment of colors. She pretty much looked like a walking rainbow.
"Maddison Zeller." A girl with red hair and brown eyes said. She didn't look like the 'Apollo' type, but neither did I. The thing is I don't look the part, but my personality does, when I'm not trying to stay to the shadows.
"Jaycee Carter." I looked at the guys. "Who are they?"
Taylor smiled and pointed to a guy who was maybe 5' 3", "That is Peyton Hawkins," she then moved her finger to the really tall guy who must've been past 6 feet tall with short cropped brown hair, "Trevor Redman," then to the quiet guy with sandy blonde hair and blue-ish eyes, "Logan Miller," then she pointed to the last two guys who seemed to be arguing, "And the one with the dark brown hair is Noah Morris and the one next to him is Clayton Doug."
I nodded and looked around the room till I saw one guy standing alone in the corner. He was wearing all black, a silver skull ring on his finger, and a leather necklace with one bead strung onto it.
With a shock, I realized that it was Nico Di Angelo. The same Goth Boy who escorted me out of my old school and into Camp Half-Blood borders safely. I caught his eye and waved. He managed a small smile and waved back.
"Don't." Maddison said. I looked at her confused.
"Don't what?"
"Talk to him. Don't look at him, either."
"Why not?"
"That's why," Taylor pointed over at his direction and I looked back. Some of the jocks who decided they'd be the Ares group went over to him and had picked him up and stuffed him in the trashcan. I glared at the laughing bullies, and-despite Taylor and Maddison's protests-went over to Nico and helped him out.
"Thanks, Jaycee," He mumbled.
"No problem. Anything for a friend, right? At least, that's what my mother says." I smiled at the thought of my mom. She was nice enough, a little short-tempered, but nice all the same. She had curly red hair and warm brown eyes like melted chocolate.
My mom had always told me two different times when she and my dad had met, so I never knew which was true, but now…I guess they both are. The first one she told me, she had said she was helping her parents who had fallen ill by running their shop for a week.
My grandparents' shop happened to be a joke shop. My mom told me that a man-my dad-had walked in with a cocky, bright smile and his teeth were a bright white, almost like diamonds. After that week, she went back to her day job being a dental hygienist (I call those people nurse for teeth) and my dad came in feigning a cavity, insisting that he see Susie Carter.
The other story was that they met after college and everything went from there, my mom having Drew at the age of twenty-six. Four years later my parents had me.
I hadn't noticed I'd walked back to my group, and everyone was staring at me-other than the teacher of course. She just looked at me smiling-and the jocks had stopped their obnoxious laughing and glared at me. Taylor and Maddison just shook their heads in disappointment.
"What?" I asked everybody, glaring at anyone who looked me in the eye. I sat down with the other Apollo 'followers' as Mrs. Alexandra went on about our assignment.
Lunch came round at about 12:37 and I was starving. I entered the lunch room with a sack lunch Sally had packed me. I looked around for Leanne and her friends, but couldn't find them anywhere, so I made my way towards an empty table and sat down. Soon, Leanne and her friends found me.
"Hey, Jaycee," Leanne started, she seemed nervous to be near me. I realized I'd probably glared at her and her friends during Mythology. "What you did today during Mythology…that was pretty brave for someone to help Nico like that. Nobody ever does." The short red-head who was related to Alice-I'm almost positive her name is Ally-sat down across from me as Leanne sat down on my right.
"Yeah. We want to help him, but we just don't really know how. We've offered him our help, but he just says he doesn't need it, you know?" The red-head said. I nodded, understanding Nico completely. I don't want help. I never want help. But I need it. A lot. Unless it comes to being sneaky and pranking people.
"Thanks. It's Ally, right?" I asked the red-head. She smiled and laughed as she shook her head 'no'.
"Close. It's Annette. Annette Pierson."
"Right. I knew that." I said nodded as another girl sat down on Annette's left, and Meg and Lana sat down to mine. Annette pointed to the tall girl next to her who reminded me of Lacy.
"This is Laura Milo," Laura smiled.
"Hi," She said. I smiled, and waved a small wave.
"Hey." Another girl sat down. She was a little bigger than everyone else, reminding me of Vanessa Crumbs.
"I'm Valerie Crumbs. You must be Jaycee Carter. My half-sister's told me about you." She smiled. I didn't now Vanessa had a half-sister. I should pay attention at lunch more often
"Well, now you know everybody!" Leanne said happily. Annette smiled deviously.
"Dou you think we should hold it?" She asked seriously.
"Hold what?" Lana asked cautiously. She had seen me get a look similar to the look on Annette's face, and whatever I had planned when I got that look was never anything good.
"I don't think they're ready," Laura reasoned looking us over. I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm ready! What exactly am I ready for?" I asked defensive.
"If you say so," Valerie mused. She then looked at Leanne who nodded her agreement.
"Friday, my house, be there and all will be revealed." She said mysteriously waving her fingers around. The rest of us laughed or smiled as Leanne handed me a piece of paper with her address.
"Well, this'll be fun. Do I need to bring anything?" Meg wondered.
"You'll need pajamas, an extra set of clothes, and pretty much anything else you'd need for a sleep over." Leanne explained. As soon as she finished her sentence an ear-piercing howl ran through the lunch room.
So, lame little cliffhanger ending, but, eh. Hope y'all liked it!
~*J.C*~
