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Margaret's POV.

"You're going to get us killedone of these days."

"Bianca, be quiet."

"Marge, we're going to die."

"Bianca, I swear, shut up!"

Bianca di Angelo was leaned over on her desk, her head in her hands, shaking it. I always had this little tendency to drag Bianca into all of my evil schemes with me, and she hated it. But we were best friends, after all. Anyways, we were sitting at our table in math. The tables sort of made me feel like a pre-schooler again, like we were too irresponsible to be able to sit at a desk quietly. And you know what? In this school, they were totally right to give us tables.

Dr. Thorn, though he worked in the administrative office, taught my math class with Bianca. He both hated us, and I for one hated him back. Bianca was just scared of him, and I could totally understand why. He reminded me of Hitler. Currently, we had dropped to our knees and begun to sneak around the classroom, during this boring video we were watching. The class had started snickering, but Dr. Thorn was too busy grading our test that I knew I failed.

Oh well.

I was failing every subject anyways.

But what can you expect? I've gotten twelve detentions in a span of two weeks. The detention teacher was practically my second father, which is actually kind of creepy if you think about it. The principal was always disappointed in me slightly, like he expected something more from me, even though I had ADHD and dyslexia. I didn't really try, either. Not that it matters anyways.

My cell phone was on his other desk across the room, and I was itching to text my mom to get her to take me home. I usually made up some excuse, like the other students were making fun of me or that I didn't feel good. She always took me home. Never quite understood why, though, since I had done it so many times. But tonight was the dance, and I was very, very, very excited about it. We had some cute guys in our school.

I turned my attention back to Bianca who was a bit further ahead of me. "Stretch out your arm!" I yelled quietly. "You might be able to reach-"

Suddenly, something was slammed down on a desk. "Who's talking?" Dr. Thorn screamed. Bianca froze, her arm still outstretched, and I just sort of sat there. I tried hiding behind a desk nearby, but a hand came down on my shoulder before I even had the chance.

It was Dr. Thorn. I shrieked. Bianca grabbed my cell phone quickly, sticking it in her jacket pocket. We both turned around, and I said it before he even had the chance to. "I know, I know,"

"Detention." Bianca finished for me, and then sighed.

"No," Dr. Thorn said. "Follow me, you two."

Bianca peered over at me nervously. She looked scared.

"NOW!"

I scampered up and helped up Bianca. We stayed side by side, practically glued together, as we followed Dr. Thorn. I tried not to act scared, for it would just scare Bianca even more than she already was. So I kept a straight face, but my hands said otherwise. They were shaking uncontrollably. I wasn't as much scared of him as I was intimidated. He always looked like he wanted to tear my heart out, and I wouldn't be surprised if he attempted to one of these days. But the thing is with Dr. Thorn, he usually gives Bianca and me the punishment in front of the whole class as an embarrassment thing, and then gives us the detention slips. So of course my hands were getting all sweaty. He was reminding me of my math teacher last year-the first time I was attacked by a monster.

Yes, I am a demigod. Margaret di Mio, daughter of Hades. Half-Italian, half-American. Half-human, half-god. I haven't been attacked in years because of my mother, Angioletta di Mio, or Angie for short. She had put some protective shield over me with the help of my father, Hades, and it had been working. But now I was getting verynervous. You know, I always had this feeling that Dr. Thorn was a monster. I got even more nervous (if that was even possible) when he shoved Bianca and me rather roughly against the wall and whispered, "Stay here. If I come back and you are not here, I will hunt you down and kill you with my own hands. Is this understood?"

We nodded our heads shakily.

And then he walked off. Bianca grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me back and forth. "I told you we're going to die! I told you so!"

"Bianca, we're not going to die. Or at least, you're not."

"What do you mean by THAT?"

"They don't want you. They want me. I'm the daughter of Hades, not you."

"Daughter of HADES?" She screamed. "Marge, what are you TALKING ABOUT?"

"Listen to me and quit screaming! How much do you know about me, Bianca?"

"I know that your full name is Margaret Angioletta di Mio, named after your mother and grandmother. You were born in Italy and lived in Italy with your mother, younger brother, and stepfather. Then, once your brother died and your stepfather started abusing you and your mother, you left him in Italy and moved to America when you were six. Then you met Nico and me last year. I became your best friend, and Nico became a second brother to you. We became partners in crime, and here we are today."

"Do you remember what happened to us last year?"

"Y-Yeah. We had the same teacher."

"Good. Now, do you remember what happened to us on November 17th?"

"She hurt us and I got to come home with you."

"How did she hurt us?"

"She . . . she . . . sliced open our arms-" And then suddenly her face got a whole lot paler. "Oh, my god."

"I'm a demigod, Bianca," I tried smiling.

"My best friend is a demigod," She got up from the wall and ran her hand through her black hair. "Oh, my god, my best friend is a freaking demigod."

"You understand that you can't tell anyone, right?"

"Why would I do that? You know me better than that, Marge!"

And then suddenly I had an idea. I was friends with two other demigods: Andromeda Jackson (daughter of Poseidon) and Evangeline Peck (daughter of Athena). I hadn't talked to either of them in centuries, but they were mine and Bianca's only hope right now. So I snatched the phone out of Bianca's pocket and started a new text message.

ANNA. HELP ME. MONSTER IN THE BUILDING!

~ Margeeee 3(that was my signature on my phone)

I scanned through my contacts until I reached one labeled Andromeda Jackson and then selected it and sent it. Bianca peered over my shoulder and asked, "Who's Andromeda?"

"My . . . friend. She'll be able to help us," I paused. "Hopefully."

A few seconds later, a reply message came up on the screen.

Where and who?

~~ AnNa ~~(that was her signature)

I quickly texted back,

Dr. Thorn. Outside of his classroom. He threatened to kill us if we moved.

~Margeeee 3

Another text.

Us?

~~ AnNa ~~

I texted back quickly again.

Bianca and me.

~Margeeee 3

Yet another text. Dang, she's a fast texter.

You've managed to drag Bianca into this, too? Oh gods. What am I ever to do with you, Margie? ;) I'll be there as quickly as I can be. Right now I'm having some monster problems of my own. :'(

~~ AnNa ~~

I smiled to myself and texted back.

:)

I'm sorry :/ I'll try and help you. But please come soon. Bianca is mortal, you know.

~Margeeee 3

She texted back again, and the message scared me and shocked me.

Bianca isn't mortal, Margie. She's a daughter of Hades, too. Your half-sister. Why do you think you two get along so well?

~ AnNa ~~

Bianca obviously saw my paled face.

"W-What?" She asked.

"Nothing."

She's not? Well, that explains a whole lot. Anyways, I'll send up some of my ghosts to help you. I won't tell Bianca about her father.

~Margeeee 3

I was still pale and shocked. My cell phone vibrated again and I saw the message, but didn't text back. There was no need.

Thank you, Margiee. Let's get this over with so we can go to the dance tonight, shall we? Adios, mi amiga. ;)

~ AnNa~

And just then, a loud roar of thunder boomed throughout the school and Bianca and I shrieked. I was instantly reminded of how petrified of storms I was. Like, freeze-right-where-I-am petrified. Bianca was scared of them, too, but not nearly as bad as I was. She peeked her head in the window and I followed her gaze. What was once the clear, sunny, blue sky was now a sickly bluish purplish sky. There was lightning in the distance and then another loud boom of thunder. I shrieked again.

"We need to get out of here," Bianca said. "Hey, you're the demigod! Do something already!"

I touched the skull ring in my index finger and closed my eyes, focusing my energy. I hadn't done something like this in months, and I deeply afraid of passing out and leaving Bianca to fend for herself. But she had asked me to do something, so I must most definitely do it. She was my little sister after all, even if only by a few months. Then, the ring turned into a three foot sword made solely of Stygian iron. I hadn't seen it in so long I had almost forgotten what it looked like. And back then, I hoped I would forget it.

Bianca stepped back a good few feet. "Whoah."

"I take that as a compliment?" I smirked.

She smirked back.

Yep.

That's two Italian sisters for you.

Anyways, I put my sword to the tiled ground and simply said, "Serve me."

And that was when all of the Underworld broke loose.

Literally.

So, I wrote the first chapter, but this was my amazing friend (:

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