"Miss Long. Miss Long! Miss Long, if you don't wake up this instance I will fail you!"

JR was jerked out of her thoughts. "Huh? What? Who?" She blinked, seeing the livid face of her teacher. "Oh, um, hey Mister-"

"Professor!"

"Right, of course, Professor Rotwood" she said, smiling sheepishly at their Mythology teacher. He was a really old man, I mean really old (Duh, from when Jake was still a kid. When I tried to calculate it, he would be around his sixties or something, could be seventies... Hehe. Anyway, back to the story). He pretty much had no hair, not unless you count those white stuff sticking out from somewhere above his ears.

"Miss Long, third time this week! I need to talk to your parents about this!" he barked.

"What? My parents? But Mister-"

"Professor!"

"Professor Rotwood, that's not fair!"

"Hm… well, I suppose not. So, F!" he proclaimed and went back to his desk.

"Man, what an old geezer" JR muttered.

"Close call, J" Andy, who was just behind her, whispered.

"Yeah, and a stupid one too. Come on, who gets an F for sleeping in a useless boring class? Like, hello? Mythical creatures? Get real."

"Well-"

"Miss Long! One more word out of you and I will take you to the principal's office!" Mr. Rotwood bellowed.

"Yes, sir" JR muttered, crossing her arms. Andy just chuckled.

Ring Ring

"Freedom!" JR exclaimed as she and Andy exited through the doors of their school.

"Finally. I thought I'd die of boredom in there" Andy said. He took out his skateboard as JR put on her roller blades. Did I forget to describe Andy? Oh yeah, I did. Anyway, he has dark brown hair and tan-colored eyes. He's wearing a dirty white shirt printed with a picture of a skateboard and loose brown pants.

"So, what are you going to do this Saturday?" Andy asked.

"What do you mean?" JR replied. She was wearing a sleeveless blue top, the kind with a zipper on front and a hood at the back and a pair of black cargos. Her outfit matched her roller blades which were blue lined with black. She was also wearing black fingerless gloves that hid her birthmark on her right hand.

"It's your birthday, remember? It's only two days away. What are you planning to do?"

"Oh, right." She shrugged. "Beats me. My parents are planning it. For some reason, they're both so… excited or something. I have no idea why though. I'm only turning 13."

"Well, not like it happens every year right?"

"Yeah, but neither does becoming one or two or eleven. So, what makes this year so special?"

"Maybe they're planning to tell you something really important this year."

She lifted an eyebrow. "What would that be? My parents don't keep secrets from me or from each other. But they're both acting so funny lately. Mom's getting so strict and daddy keeps on going to the shop."

"The shop?"

"Yeah, you know, the appliance shop. Daddy said his grandpa used to own it and now since he's gone, daddy has it."

"Is that where you're going?"

"Yup. It's going to be my first time to go there, actually. Daddy always tells me not to go near there but now, he's finally letting me go. He told me to be there at exactly four."

"Well, good luck. Whatever it maybe."

"Thanks…I think."

Andy laughed. He checked his watch. "Um… J?"

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you just say that you should be at your dad's shop by four?"

"Yup. So?"

"It's 4:30."

"Aw man!"