MICHELLE

Chapter 1

So here is how the beginning of my miserable life number two began. When I finally got to Mount Olympia I was welcomed by a crazy, tin-can eating man (if that was the principal, I wouldn't be looking forward to this). I was like what the hell!? Am I hallucinating?! I knew Miss Pitts would drive me crazy someday, but I am too young to act drunk! (Maybe to die would be better?) So I stiffly turned around and rubbed my eyes and muttered: this is just a dream, this is just a dream repeatedly.

"Well?! What are you waiting for!? Get inside Brat!" the man grumbled as he chewed up a tin can.

"First, I am not getting inside with a stranger. Second, MY NAME IS NOT BRAT , it's Michelle Sapphire, And third, are you the principal?" I said.

"Well looks like you've got some spunk in you, Brat. I like that." the man laughed and opened a door. "My name is Mr. Furman. Nice to meet you." Mr. Furman said with a completely different attitude from earlier. "I am the vice principal of Mount Olympia. The principal is Apollo Shou. or Mr. A."

I just dumbly muttered huh with a stupid expression. Just then a bright flash appeared and a person wearing a belly shirt flashed in with a "I love you GaGa!" written across it and some trousers that were WAY too fat for him and was hanging WAY too low for my comfort, and messy golden blonde hair covered his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Michelle." The man said. "You must be my new student. Oh! I have never seen such a beautiful girl in my life! The sight of you brings tears into my eyes like a everlasting fountain! Ohh! Is this...perhaps...love?!" Then he rushed to my side and kissed my hand. "Father! No need to worry about me anymore! I have found true love!"

What is he talking about?! True love!? Is he mental or something?! I wondered.

"My lady, it's an honor to meet you!" he gasped while holding my hand.

"And it is my worst nightmare to meet you. Do you need to go to the mental hospital?" I asked. Suddenly he was in a corner sulking and growing mushrooms in a closet! "Um... are you alright!? Do you want me to take you to the nice white building with the 'Mental Hospital' sign?! And lead you into a room called 'Emergency Hospital?!'" I required while sweat dropping.

"Ahh! This must be the trials of love! Alright Aphrodite! I will win against anything that you put in my way! He declared with sparkles in his eyes.

Wow! That was a fast recovery! I thought.

"I am Apollo! God of music, light, truth, and oracles. I'm also the most handsome god ever!" He said as he left the room.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. Handsome?" I couldn't stop laughing. Even Mr. Furman looked better than apollo. And with his crying and yelping about 'true love.' Well I'd never. Apollo was never dating me. "Wait, Apollo, God of the Sun? Greek myths are real?"

"Hold it there missy." Mr. Furman said. "You dare to call me a myth?"

"Not you! Apollo and his muses, creatures, you know, Satyrs."

Mr Furman coughed. He started to take off his pants. I screamed. "Please Mr. Furman! Don't scar me for life!"

"Fine," He muttered. He started to take off his shoes. I nearly fainted. He didn't have feet. He had hooves. The mountain goat hooves. I was so dumb. His name said it all. Mr. FURman.

"Now Missy, you listen there, no one here is going to call me 'goat' or 'sheep' or 'monster' or I will chop your head off! Mr. Furman shouted in my face.

"What about creature?"

"Shut up you idiot! Even Athena couldn't teach you anything!"

"You mean THE Athena!?"

"No duh Sherlock! Of course I would be talking about Athena, I mean who has a child named Athena!?"

"Well, actually, I have this friend back in Mount Pleasant-"

"Whatever, the point is ALL greek myths and legends are real."

"Even the pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows myth?!"

"Umm... I don't think they have that... Well anyways, Mickle, welcome to Mount Olympia and if you have any questions, please don't bother asking me or that idiot with a creepy obsession with Lady Gaga."

"First, MY NAME IS NOT 'MICLE', Second, there is NO way I am ever going to talk to that retard ever again, And third, could you please do me a favour and file a complaint for me about certain principles (coughApollocough) being pedophilles and to immediately fire him."

Mr. Furman sighed. He looked at my still very puzzled expression. His expression softened. "Here, I'll let two students tour you around." He whistled. Immediately, two chinese girls came running in. "Hello Kat. Hello Yuki. Can you please tour Miche around?(again, NOT MY NAME!) she's new here." And then turned and left.