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Look, I didn't ask to be born to a supposedly virgin goddess. I mean, why on earth would I?

So why does everyone seem to think that this whole fiasco is my fault?

Maybe I should back up a bit. Let's rewind to the day I got kicked out of my second school that year.

I was sitting at one of the circular lunch tables with my friend Clover when our mortal enemy, Vanessa Bennett, began hurling insults at Clover. Vanessa had platinum blonde hair and the personality of a badger, making her the most hated girl in school, but everyone was too scared of her to say anything. Unfortunately, Clover had always been easy to pick on, she was small, chubby, and cried easily. She also had some sort of disease that affected her legs so she walked like every step hurt, which gave her a free pass out of P.E. All of these things led up to Vanessa deciding that Clover was her number one target. Today, she was pointing out Clover's curly Afro and tossing bits of salad onto it.

"Hey, bushy!" She called out, "I bet a whole family of rats lives in that hair of yours!"

I began to stand up but Clover pulled me back down, "Don't, she's not worth you getting kicked out."

I shrugged off Clover's grip and walked up to Vanessa anyways, ignoring Clover's pleading doe eyes.

"Hey, Vanessa," I began, watching as she looked me up and down with her piercing hawk eyes, "Maybe you should get Brad to back you up. Oh, wait. He's dating Kassidy now, right? Dumped you by text didn't he?"

I knew that was low, but I was totally fed up with her. I snickered as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I almost expected her to slap me, but to my surprise, she began to cry. Big, crocodile tears streamed down her face as one of our lunch supervisors came up to see what was going on. Mrs. Bridges took one look at my shocked expression and pointed to the principal's office, "Mr. Kovu, Mr. Rodger's, now!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Mrs. Bridges fixed me with an icy stare that froze the words in my throat. My shoulders slumped and I trudged off to the office, casting back a glance to Clover's dejected face as she munched on a stray salad leaf from her hair. I managed to give her a small smile as I turned the corner, but it fell from my face as the door to Mr. Rodger's office loomed in front of me. The secretary sitting at the desk beside the door rolled her eyes, "Again, Henry?"

I nodded and scuffed my sneakers against the carpet. The secretary gestured for me to enter the office and I did so, closing the door softly behind me. Mr. Rodger's office was large with selves full of school books lining the walls. A fluorescent light flickered above me, casting shadows against the carpet like candle wax. The whole place gave me chills, but I gathered my courage and sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair provided for troubled students. Mr. Rodger, a man in his fifties with a balding head and horn-rimmed spectacles, placed his folded hands on the desk and sighed, "What is it this time, Mr. Kovu?"

I tried to explain, but as Mr. Roger sat there nodding his head and adjusting his spectacles, I realized it didn't matter what I said, I was finished at Boston High.

I shut my mouth and stared directly at Mr. Roger until he cleared his throat, "Mr. Kovu. Henry. I'm afraid that this school has a three strike policy." He leaned forward in his rolling chair, "This is your fourth strike, Henry."

I ran a hand through my black curls and said, "Are you going to expel me?"

Mr. Roger chuckled and stood up, looming high above me, "Oh, no. I'm sure we can find something a bit more interesting to do with you, half-blood."

I quirked an eyebrow, "Excuse me? Half-what?"

But Mr. Roger didn't answer. Instead, he began to grow taller in front of me. I stood up in shock as green tentacles began emerging from his sides and horns sprouted from his balding head. Scrambling back, my head knocked against one of the shelves and I fell over, landing hard on a pile of books. Mr. Roger began to stalk towards me, his tentacles waving in the air and a sneer wrapped across his face. I hurriedly tried to stand, but I only tripped and fell again. As the creature that probably wasn't named Mr. Roger leaned over me, I heard the office door open and a reedy voice shout, "Henry!"

I turned and saw Clover kicking off her shoes, revealing dark hooves underneath. My eyes bugged out as she launched herself at the creature, knocking it off its feet with a crash. While the creature struggled to upright itself, Clover grabbed my hand and tugged me up with a strength I didn't know she had, "Come on, we gotta run!"

With no time to argue, I dashed after her out the door and down the hall to the school exit. Clover ushered me quickly through the doors and out into the parking lot where I dropped to my knees panting.

"Henry, we gotta keep moving." She said in a worried tone as she glanced back at the school.

Catching my breath, I managed to gasp out, "What the hell was that?"

She looked me dead in the eyes, "A monster, now let's move. I need to get you to Camp."

"Wait, what's? You're not making any sense, Clover. Did you know Mr. Roger was one of those... things?"

"I suspected." She replied, pulling me to my feet once again, "but I didn't know for sure. He was well hidden."

For the first time, I looked down at her feet. Well, hooves.

"W-what are you?"

Clover rolled her eyes, "A satyr, what did you think I wasn't?"

"Um, a human?"

She shook her head and made a bleating noise, "Whatever, we need to get you home. I've already contacted your dad, he'll have your stuff ready for camp."

"What camp?"