Ms. Hansen: Ms. Hansen is the history teacher of the seven. I made the unit they were studying Greek mythology just to make it fun.

(A/N Let's assume the gods put them all in the same classes to make it easier on them.)

I stared at the seven progress report on my desk, more specifically, the "criticism" part of the report. I wasn't able to think of anything to write down.

I got new students often enough, but I had never had seven kids all come on the same day to my class.

Archie, Herry, Jay, Odie, Atlanta, Neil, and Theresa had all arrived in the middle of the school year claiming to be part of a city program.

I don't know how the 'city program" chose these kids. They couldn't be any more different, but they were all extremely close friends.

I was a bit curious to their histories, but when I asked, they had all clammed up about it and changed the subject. Well, all except Neil, who didn't even seem to notice me when I was asking him (he was looking in his mirror).

Another thing that intrigued me was their knowledge about Greek mythology. It was uncanny.

I mean, their history knowledge wasn't exactly large on most of the other subjects (with the exception of Odie), but for this unit all of them had seemed interested and even excited to learn. They also knew a great deal of myths already.

I stared at the progress reports on my desk again, on the sheets of the seven, a big, red A was written on the top.

The only comment I was able to make that wasn't praise was a remark about their absentness, though I had written them on every progress report thus far.

I mean, their attendance sheets had so many X's on them, it was starting to look like a pattern.

Not only that, but, a couple of times, their phones had beeped in the middle of class. Before I could scold them, they had all made a mad dash out of the door. The next day, they would usually be sent to the principal's office, but I had never really got an explanation for their odd behavior.

I didn't know what those kids did on their spare time, but I was guessing extreme sports.

They were always showing up with injuries, whether it be a burn or a sprained wrist. I had asked them about those injuries time and time again, but the answer was something like a fall or a cooking accident.

I didn't know how bad you were at cooking or how clumsy you had to be to break your arm every other week though.

I had finally quit on trying to write comments on their progress reports and decided to grade the finals. Not surprisingly, the seven scored the highest grades in the class.\

The next day…

I handed out the tests as the bell rang.

"Okay, class, that wraps up our Greek mythology unit. Congratulations to Jay, Archie, Atlanta, Theresa, Neil, Odie, Herry, Katie, Will, and Darryl for scoring A's." I said as students got out of their seats.

I stared at the odd seven leaving together and decided to say, "Archie, Atlanta, Jay, Theresa, Herry, Neil, and Odie, can you seven stay after class for s little chat?" I asked with a sweet smile that was an essential when you were teaching high schoolers.

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Jay said, "Sure, Ms. Hansen. What do you want to talk to us about ?"

"Well, I was just wondering about how you guys know so much about Greek mythology?" I responded.

All of their faces drained of color. Was that worry on their faces. Was that suspicion?

Odie finally said, "Jay's parents are Greek, so …he tells us about the myths and stuff like that."

I nodded at their explanation, pondering about it for a minute.

Wait, had they said Jay's parents. They were supposed to be orphans here for a city program.

When I looked up to call them on that, all seven were gone.

Well that was rude.

A/N Sorry about how short this chapter was. I couldn't think of anything else to right. Still, does anybody have some ideas for the next chapter? Review please.