I ducked and slipped under the table as the chair slammed into it, it bounced off and hit the window. A large crack spread across the thick pane, for a moment it was frosted surface and then the glass splintered and crashed to the floor, whoa, that was a freakishly strong through.

The rest of the kids began to scream, with terror or excitement I couldn't tell but there was a lot of feet moving around, scrambling and jumping out of the way. I spotted out of the corner of my eyes the wheelchair speed round the desk towards the door, I checked to my left and right but the two girls I had just been talking to were gone.

I crouched under the table waiting for the next round of classroom furniture. When none came, I emerged with a slight sucking noise. I tentatively felt my scalp, crap! Chewing gum was lodged in my hair. Right, this was it, I wasn't going take this. Who did that girl think she was?

I marched to the doorway where the chair thrower stood, her chest heaving with the effort smashing a window. Three girls were there too. Mr Brunner in the middle with a shocked but still amazingly placid look.

"What was that for?" I demanded, I was fuming and needed answers.

"I know you" Sam prodded a finger at me " well I know your kind, stay away from them and me or next time I'll hit my target!" this girl was crazy she was actually jealous that I had happened to be sitting with her friends, protective as a she-wolf.

"That's mental, I was just returning a pencil" well it was half true, I did actually give her a pencil, not that it was hers in the first place but that didn't matter and certainly didn't warrant being mentioned. I didn't want to insight a riot. At least not with a teacher present.

"Just stay away, your bad news and I don't want to hurt you" she threatened as if no one else was bad news in the school, that's why they're here! but most of her anger had gone although I wasn't finished, in fact I hadn't even got started yet.

I opened my mouth to stream abuse at her however didn't get the chance as I was cut across by Mr Brunner "you must be miss Dolton and Miss Hayer. I've been expecting you" I gaped at how he had acknowledged Sam and Daisy as if they'd politely knocked and meekly entered instead of almost taking the door of its hinges and breaking a window. He must have had a lot of experience with violent behaviour, after all you can own guns in the U.S.

"Aren't you gonna do anything about that? She nearly killed me" I shouted. I glanced around to see if anyone else was astounded. Ellie was finding a spot on the ceiling enthralling, Grish was shuffling her feet uncomfortably, Daisy's face was concerned. None of them were looking as if they much approved of Sams actions but none looked surprised either.

"Nonsense, your not dead are you?" he reasoned logically. Had everyone gone round the bend or was it just me? "the rest of you may go early. Although I would like to have a word with you" he looks at the register "miss McAvoy"

"What? I didn't even do anything, you should be having a word with that sociopath over there" I motioned to the quickly disappearing figure with straight fringe and hard stare.

"it's not to do with the incident, I will deal with that later, as a matter of interest are you related to Christopher McAvoy, the celebrated interlectual?" sir queries. I nod short and sharp, muttering that he's my dad. A few students pause and pin me with a glare that says why didn't you tell us you were a middle-class interlectual's daughter, we would give you 'special' treatment. I really wanted this to be put about, I really wanted the whole school to turn on me as if I was some alien because I was supposedly posher an better than them.

Before exiting Ellie gave me a cheeky smile and then she was gone following the others and I was alone with the Latin teacher.

"Listen I didn't even do anything wrong, it's just people tend to think I'm up to something like strategically planning their downfall" I struggling to think why I was required.

"I'm not surprised, knowing who your mother is" that made a frost run down my spine, I actually stopped breathing and everything went quiet, the only sound was the rapid beat of my heart "i have said too much too soon, please have a seat, this will take a while"

I perched on the edge of the front desk, still taken aback by the possible information about my mum. She had run off when I was a baby, my dad wouldn't talk about her much although I did know I had her eyes, she was apparently a visiting professor from an American college who had – after meeting my dad – decided to stay, my father would say she was the wisest person he had ever met. She had left us though. she had just got up and gone one day, leaving my father to raise me. She still intrigued me, I wondered whether the teacher knew where she was and if I could meet her.

"The information I am about to tell you will change your life forever" Mr Brunner was very ominous for a secondary school teacher but I could tell this was almost life and death. Maybe it was.

I was gripped, this must be important as he sat up straight in his chair and his dark brown eyes were focused on me, I nodded for him to carry on and he obliged.

"You know I am a ancient history teacher?"

"Yes, I do"

"Well I specialise in ancient Greece and it's mythology, it's gods, goddesses and monsters, well it's not so much mythology as reality, that is to say the gods are alive today" he paused to see my reaction but I just sat there dumbstruck.

"Is this some kind of joke because its just not funny" I huffed, this was not possible "surely if there was such things then everyone would know and see them"

"The mist stops normal mortals from seeing anything" he explained but I was still reeling from what he said, it was like being told that the earth was flat or that there were Martians invading or something.

"Erm... what is that?" I was seriously lagging behind in this conversation.

"It's a kind of veil that affects mortal minds to make them rationalise the monsters" he reiterated "that isn't the main thing I want to tell you, it's that your a demigod"

I spluttered and coughed at that, almost falling of the table. I had basic knowledge of Greek mythology and knew that demigods were children of a god and a mortal. Maybe he hadn't taken his medication or he was just dilutional. I wasn't buying it at any rate. I wasn't half god, that was just so irrational yet there was part of me that questioned myself. I just laughed with disbelief.

Mr Brunner frowned at this outburst but persevered "think about it, has anything happened that you felt wasn't normal?" I wasn't taking any of this in. I put my head in my hands trying to help me think and choose if I believed him or not, there was a few times that were just not right but that wasn't enough to say for sure.

"I understand this is a lot to take in" Mr Brunner said soothingly "you do have dyslexia and ADHD I notice which is a sign of your lineage, your brain isn't designed to read English. I bet you could read ancient Greek well enough though. Moreover your ADHD is your battle instincts,they will keep you alive in a fight"

I still wasn't a hundred percent sure but It was sort of making sense now, I did have dyslexia and I suppose I did have ADHD, I did have trouble concentrating and was easily distracted.

"So say I believe you" I said quiet but also slowly "who is my godly parent?"