Ares' P.O.V.

"I did my essay on why war is cool!" I bellowed

Yesterday Mr. Blofis had given us a homework assignment: Write an essay on anything, just to see where our writing skills are at.

"Okay Ares, go ahead and read it."

I paled. "R-read?"

"Yes, read."

"Erm... okay."

"Go."

"Like... now?"

"Now."

"Okay!" I took a deep breath. "War is cool because war destroys stuff. I mean, why d-duild? No wait, build things when you can just destroy? I mean, come on, who d-d-oesn't love a little bloo-bl-blo-od? In conclusion, killing rules, healing sucks. Thank you and good night!" I said, taking a bow.

Mr. Blofis frowned. "Mr. Ares, that was hardly an essay."

"Well, I like to keep things simple."

"Very well, but don't expect a good grade."

"Whatever, who needs grades when you got these?" I asked, flexing my muscles. Some girls giggled, and I winked at them.

Suddenly, the bell rang, so I gathered my books and headed to my locker to put my books up.

Just then, a girl, Mia I think? Stopped me. "Hey Ares, wanna come to a party Friday night?"

"Sure." She handed me an invitation, and I winked at her. She giggled and winked back.

"Hey man, you got invited, too?" Poseidon asked, holding up an invitation that looked exactly like mine.

"Yeah, Seaweed," I said holding up the one Mia just handed me.

Poseidon rolled his eyes. "I wonder what mortal parties are like."

"I dunno, but nothing beats Olympian parties." Boy was I in for a surprise.

-I break lines for a living-

"So who all got invite to the party?" Hermes asked, fingering his invitation. "I'm gonna leave so many bombs around their house."

"Ew!" Aphrodite said.

"NOT THOSE KIND OF BOMBS! GREEK FIRE BOMBS DANGIT!"

"I got invited," I said.

"Same here," Poseidon said.

"Yup," Hermes said.

"I got invited, but I'm not going," Artemis said.

"Same here," Athena agreed. "It would be unwise to go to this party."

"Yeah, that goes for me. I don't want to carry your drunk/passed out bodies back home," Hera said.

Dionysus suddenly looked interested. "Do you think it's possible to get drunk on Diet Coke?"

As everyone went around whether or not they were going, Zeus seemed to look nervous.

"Oh cool, so we all got invited!" Poseidon said, after everyone had chorused their agreement. But something wasn't right...

"Zeus, can we see your invitation?" Hermes asked. Is it just me, or did he shoot Hermes a glare?

"Um... I-I left mine in my locker."

"That's alright, I'll go with you to get it!" Hermes said, winking at us.

"Um... okay, gee thanks Hermes."

5 MINUTES LATER

Hermes finally came back, beaming like Aphrodite does when the new Olympus Fashion magazine comes out.

"Hm... Zeus, can you show them your invitation again?"

Zeus muttered something that we couldn't hear.

"What was that?" Hermes asked.

"Ididn'tgetinvited," Zeus said.

"You what?" Poseidon asked, suddenly interested.

"Fine! I didn't get invited to the party!" Zeus practically yelled. So, half the cafeteria turned their heads.

"Hey. Mind your own business!" Hera screamed and glared at them. They all turned away.

"Oh no, is that? Yep, that's what I think it is. I think I hear... jealousy." Apollo said.

"Shut up!" Zeus yelled

"Oh yeah, he's jealous." Dionysus said.

"Hey bud, don't blow a fuse," Hephaestus said to Zeus.

"Hm... makes me wonder how many of your projects have blown fuses," I said.

We were all bickering and arguing like normal, until a boy walked up.

"Don! Come here, there's this really hot girl I want you to meet!"

'Don' got up and followed the boy out.

"Well!" Hera said.

"So..." Artemis said.

"Um..." Apollo said.

"Where were we?" I said. "Oh right! ZEUS IS A LOSER!"

"Hey, who got beat in a sword fight by a demigod again, Ares?" Zeus asked.

Everyone started looking intently at me. "I was tired!"

Apollo rolled his eyes. "Tired of getting your butt kicked."

"Why you little-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, Ares," Hera said.

I paled. Although I was the god of war, Hera could be scary sometimes. Like, really scary.

The bell rang. Saved by the bell! We all got up and went to our respective lockers.

Hermes' P.O.V.

My locker was right next to the 'Oh so coolest guy in school,' Poseidon... erm, Don.

"Sup man!" Poseidon said, slapping me on the back so hard I winced. He grinned.

"So listen, I met this girl, and she had a friend. She kind of hit me as the "mischievous pranker" kind of person, so I wanted you to meet her."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeaaase?"

"No."

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaase?"

"NO!"

"Jeez. You could've just said no in the first place," Poseidon said, grinning again.

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath.

"Um, sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"Nothing! Come on, let's go fifth period! It's time for Biology. I hear we're dissecting something today."

-Need a cast? Because I just broke your line-

"Okay class, today we will be dissecting crabs. Now you can start by-" Mr. Nixon said.

"Wait, what?" Poseidon interrupted.

"Crabs. We will be dissecting crabs."

"Um... okay.." Poseidon said uncomfortably.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Erm... yes," he said, although he didn't look particularly comfortable with it at all.

"Now, as I was saying-"

"Sorry for the interruptions, but do these happen to be live crabs?" Poseidon asked again.

Mr. Nixon sighed. "Yes, these do happen to be live crabs."

"Okay. Thanks."

"Now, make a sma-"

"Um... I'm allergic. To crabs."

"Mr. Don, do you have a problem with dissecting living creatures?"

"Yes. Particularly undersea creatures."

"Okay, well you will have to man-up and do this with the rest of us, else you will be failing today's assignment."

Poseidon sighed. "Fine."

"Now, as I was saying, make sure the claws are securely closed." Poseidon grimaced. "Then, make a small incision on the underbelly of the crab."

Just as I was about to do mine, Poseidon screamed, "NO! THESE ARE POOR, INNOCENT CREATURES! WE MUST FREE THEM AND SEND THEM BACK TO THEIR NATURAL HABITAT!"

With that he got up, and grabbed the box that originally held the crabs, and began gathering up everyone's crabs.

"Come on! Let's free these poor creatures!" Poseidon sprinted out the door, closely followed by the class, who were cheering and shouting, "Don! Don! Don!"

I got up, gave the teacher an apologetic shrug, and sprinted out after the crowd, ignoring the cries of our angry teacher.

-LineBreaker-

Goode was about a mile away from a small aquarium, so the entire class walked into the aquarium as Poseidon handed the box to the attendant.

Two guys from lifted him on their shoulders. "Don! Don! Don!"

How the heck does he get so popular by making a complete fool of himself? Whatever, I don't care. Much. Okay, so maybe I do care a little. But not much. At all. Yeah.

So Poseidon got detention until the end of the week, but he will be hereby and forever known as "Fish Boy," by the entire school because of his undersea creature obsession and his swimming skills.

All hail the mighty Fish Boy!