With one last push, an ear-piercing scream shook the hospital building slightly. Nobody spoke as they stared at this little baby as it continued to scream its lungs out. Suddenly, the door of this surgery door burst open, and out came a brilliant light that blinded the eyes of everyone in the room.

"Da, do I really have to do this? Can I just stay home and do my running and push-ups?" Begged 12-year-old Adriana Francis as she poked her meatballs.

Her father looked up from his paper, pushed his glasses, and said shortly, "Yes."

Adriana scowled as she turned hopefully to her mother with her puppy eyes, "Mom?"

Her mom bit her lips nervously, "Ana dear…we've discussed about this before…"

"What use is there getting me into a new school if I'll eventually get kicked out!" She cried, furiously waving her arms that were sprawled out in the air.

Her dad sighed as he put his paper down.

"Ana, I know this is hard, but…just try your best okay?"

"Sure," she grumbled indignantly, "I do try very hard every year alright, but the thing is, trouble always finds me, and not the other way around!"

Her mom stretched out her arm to put her hand on Adriana's, "Ana, we know, but sometimes, life is just unfair, and the only thing we can do is bravely face it."

Adriana chewed her lips, "yeah, bravely face school, you speak as if it were a monster or something," she said, at last, trying to lighten the mood. But no, the opposite effect seemed to happen, as she caught her parents looking at each other worriedly, their faces glum and very serious.

"Just, keep your head up, and just give this new semester a good start okay?" Her mother said finally as she went to grab her car keys. Adriana groaned again and hurried her face in her arms.

"I'm sick of getting kicked out every half a year," she said as her mother grabbed her hand and led her out of the house.

"Ana," her mom chided, "stop whining please."

She shot her mom a glare when her mom turned her back to her. Reluctantly, she climbed onto the car.

"Stupid school and donkey teachers," she cursed silently in Greek, a language her parents had taught her ever since she could fluently speak English.

The car halted by the road where a large and dully painted building stood. It looked like a military training place rather than a school where they should teach you how to calculate the speed of the car with gravity and force affecting it.

At the front gates of the school, two women wearing uniforms were waving at students as they passed, the sunlight causing the sweat on their foreheads to glisten a strange shade of purple.

"Go on," her mother said, nudging her slightly. With one last sign, Adriana got out of the car and headed to the school gates.

"Hey!" Somebody suddenly yelled at her.

Was it her imagination or did the girl that waved at her's form shimmer slightly? She shook her head as she questioned her sanity.

Adriana waved at the girl before she tried walking away, but the girl linked her arm through hers. Adriana tried to flinch away, but no, that girl had a tight grip.

"I see you're new to Long Island Juvenile school! I'm Joanne!" She said with a smile.

"Er, yeah…" Adriana said, still trying to pry the strange girl's hand off her.

"Oh, so what did you do?" She asked.

Adriana scowled, people think that she had indirectly caused the death of her teacher, Mr. C, but the truth was, Mr. C was trying to kill her (or tried to use her as his bat swinging ball, same thing) and the next thing she knew, the perfectly clear sky instantly turned dark, and a bolt of lightning zapped through the roof and vaporized not killed, Mr. C. But heck, who would believe her.

"I stole a car," she lied.

Joanne didn't look convinced, so she pressed on, "oh, so you're family's poor then?"

Adriana shot her a glare. No, her family wasn't exactly poor, they were okay, living in a house near Long Island.

With one last pull, she finally managed to draw her arm back.

"I'll see you, Joanne," she said as she quickly ran away from her and bolted into the school's doors, and reached the front desk.

All was fine until Joanne decided to purposely step on her foot.

It was the last period of school (and Adriana didn't blow anything up yet which was good) their English teacher, thought it would be fun to play a game, so they could introduce themselves.

Biting back snarky remarks, she played along with them. But then suddenly, Joanne pierced her high heels onto my foot.

Naturally, Adriana had screamed, which immediately earned her a scowl from Joanne.

"Oh, my gods! Why did you scream like that!" She exclaimed, and Adriana gave her a puzzled look, wondering where the friendly (or at least not mean) girl that waved at her this morning went.

"You stepped on me," Adriana hissed in annoyance, her electrical blue eyes blazing dangerously.

Joanne pursed her lips, then in a swift move, she bumped into Adriana, causing her to collide with the nearby table, then making the water bottle spill all over Joanne.

"Ah! My dress!" Joanne screamed, her eyes fixed on me.

Adriana's face twisted into a sneer as she took a step toward Joanne, "so innocent are we?" She seethed.

Control your temper

The voice of her parents echoed in her head, but Adriana was currently too mad, so she pushed aside the voice as she took another step toward Joanne.

The bell rang, and people began filing out of the school, but not before casting the two a look.

The two kept glaring at each other, even after the guard and teachers of the school pushed them out of the doors.

As soon as she stepped out of the school gates (still glaring at Joanne) a pair of arms embraced her.

"Oh, hey honey, is this your friend…" her mom began to say, but she stopped once she properly examined Joanne, and her mom immediately pulled her behind her back.

Joanne gave them a sly smirk, as her form began to change.

"Oh! The famous Samantha Ernest now Oloren, daughter of Apollo I see? Let's see if you've slacked on your skill."

And the nosy girl that turned into a donkey leg monster lunged at them.

Chapter question: any guesses on Adriana's heritage/godly parent?