Logan:
"Hey mom!"
"Hey Logan! I'm in the kitchen!" she answered.
She was cooking like always.
As I walked towards the kitchen, the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the living room, lifting me off my feet. Just smelling them was making my mouth water because I hadn't eaten any lunch thanks to Christina.
"How was the field trip? Did everything go ok? How were the exams yesterday?" she asked, throwing the questions at me one after another. I told her one question at a time and she smiled, saying she meant to ask me about the exams yesterday but forgot because she didn't want to ruin the mood yesterday.
"I had a ruff day today because it was all of Christina's fault and some jerk kid but I'll explain later. The exams went ok I guess but I think I failed the PE exam," I replied. "And the field trip was good."
"Why? What happened yesterday?" she inquired, putting the cookie sheets in the sink.
"Well I was thirsty and do you remember how I told you at the beginning of the year what Coach Nusley said?"
"No, not really. Why, what did he say?" my mom asked.
"Well, at the beginning of the year…," and I broke into an explanation about what happened and how I thought it wasn't fair. Then I told her all about my field trip. But I left out the part with the wave because it seemed way to weird to tell her. I was afraid she would start freaking out. To fill in the wave part, I said I had gotten in trouble for scaring Mackenzie so bad that she slipped and fell in the water.
"Well, at least you didn't fail all your exams and that you had an okay day today. Now tell me what happened between you and Christina from yesterday."
I had told my mom about Christina the first time she had helped me out and how I had a crush on her. My mom then began wanting me to tell her what was happening at school between me and Christina. So I told my mom how Christina got mad with me for saying that she glares whenever she looks at me and how Christina knew that I didn't eat lunch cause I just couldn't stand it with all the kids in the cafeteria talking behind my back about the incident. And of course, I left out the part when Christina had punched me because I thought that it wasn't really that important.
"I see. Well in that case, your report card came in-"
Uh oh, I thought.
"-and you did a little bit better but I'm still really proud of you," she said happily.
I would've said something smart like, "Oh, ok how bad are they?"
"What were my grades," I asked instead, feeling my spirits rise for some reason.
"Well here I'll show you," she answered.
She handed me the yellow envelop and with trembling fingers, I opened the report card.
"Oh my gosh…m-my grades! Th-they're…oh my," I stuttered I was completely speechless.
In English I had a C-, in Math, I had a C+, in all of my other subjects I had either a low C+ or a low C-, all except for Mr. Johnson's class. When I saw my grade, I nearly screamed like a girl. My grade was a B-. Like I said early, I never got a grade above a C- but here I was, staring wide-eyed at my report card with a B- on it.
"Oh my gosh! I thought I was failing in his class," I said, now remembering that the last I had checked with him about my grades, he said it had been a C- and now I was confused on how I'd gotten a B-.
"He told you that you weregoing to fail but, you took his exam today and you got a high B+ bumping your C- up to a B-," she replied.
"That's…that's amazing," I answered feeling proud about myself. I was about to ask my mom if we could celebrate when there was a quick knock at the door.
My mom looked at me and I shrugged carelessly. She probably was asking me with her eyes, 'Who could that possibly be?'
My mom opened the door and I was about to see who it was when I was tackled by big hug.
"Thank the gods! You're alive Logan!" exclaimed Griffin.
There it was again. The word 'gods'.
"Whoa! What are you doing here? And what do you mean I'm alive? Why do you think I should have died?" I questioned confusingly.
"No! I'm not saying that you should have died! We j-just came t-to pick you up," stuttered Griffin nervously.
"Came to pick me up? What are you talking about? Where are we going?" I asked.
"I better let her explain," said Griffin, stepping aside.
It was the last person I wanted to see.
"Oh, its you," I replied glumly.
"Yeah, its me and hi to you too," Christina retorted.
"What do you want? What is this thing you are going to clarify to me?" I snorted.
"Why should I tell you if you're going to be like this? I should let you die instead of trying to save you but Chiron gave direct orders so I better follow them," she huffed.
"You should let me die? And who is Chiron?" I demanded.
"I'll explain later if you survive because we don't have time. This is a important matter. The be specific, a matter between life and death," she answered sternly.
I just stared at her.
"What?" I questioned, still not knowing what she was talking about.
"Matter between life or death," she said impatiently.
I just stared some more.
"Let me make this easier for your slow-processing small brain. It means: Either you die and go to Hades or you live."
Hades? What the hell was she talking about?
I just stared instead.
"Can you repeat that again. I didn't here that last part," I teased.
She rolled her eyes.
"Can you just tell him Christina so we can get it over with and get him there fast?" asked Griffin.
"Get me where?" I said.
"Listen Logan. You know how Mr. Johnson was talking about Ancient Greece and the Greek gods for those three months?"
"Yes. What does that have to do with anything?" I replied. As the usual, she ignored me.
"Now do you remember how he said that the Greek gods came down, fell in love with mortals, and well, had kids? Do you remember what they called their children?" she sighed.
"Shouldn't you know this already?" I asked her. "Or are you just wasting my time playing stupid to make up for argument?"
"Just answer the question!" she hissed.
"Ok! Jeez! When the Greek gods came down, fell in love with mortals and then had kids, they called them I think half-god and half-human, right?" I said impatiently. "But wh-,"
"Yes. But what's the correct term," she questioned timidly.
"Ummm…half-god child? No wait, half-blood. Yeah half-blood."
"Correct. However, the term that is commonly used is demigod," she corrected.
"Yeah. And th-,"
"Will you just keep your trap shut for once so I can finish!" she exclaimed.
"Ok! Fine!" I answered.
She looked at me and just glared.
"Anyways, do you also remember how myths say that demigods and the Greek gods died thousands of years ago?"
"Yeah."
"Well they're actually alive and you're a demigod," she replied hurriedly.
"Oh cool. That's amazing," I said, nodding carelessly.
Christina crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow and let it hit me.
There was a pause for a minute.
"Excuse me?I'm a what?" I finally exclaimed. " But that's impossible! The Greek gods are dead and you just said so yourself!"
"I said that myths say so.""So? They're dead anyways," I answered."No they're not Logan."
"Yes they are."
"No they're not!"
"Ok! If you insist they're alive that's fine! But I'm not a demigod!" I shouted.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are Logan."
"No I'm not, Christina."
"Yes you are, Logan!
"No I'm-,"
"So just deal with it!" she finished, glaring at me in a threatening way.
"Ok. If you say so. The Greek gods are real, so are demigods, and I'm one," I said quietly and nervously.
"You've better believe or one of the gods will blast you to a million pieces," chuckled Christina.
"Great. That's the last thing I needed to head," I grumbled.
My mom gave Christina a look.
"Sorry but it's tempting Mrs. Moore," Christina murmured. My mom chuckled. Something was up because my mom was acting like she knew this and was waiting for this moment to come.
Griffin who had been standing there as rigid as a wooden board, finally spoke.
"Er, Ms. Moore, we need to take Logan now to, well, um, you know where before it's too late."
"Oh yeah, I guess," she said mournfully.
"Where are they taking me? Aren't you coming?" I asked, now fearing.
"No, Logan. I can't. It's too complicated to explain especially since I'm not like you," she answered.
"Logan, we'll explain later," Christina said.
"Why can't my mom explain it to me now?" I asked, no feeling frustrated.
"Logan that doesn't matter right now," my mom managed to answer. I looked at my mom and she looked like she was about to cry if I asked her anymore questions.
"What matters is getting you to safety," she answered. She looked at Christina and said, "Do you have money?"
"Yes."
"Your shield?"
"Yes."
"Do you have your key?"
"Check." "And will you send me and Iris-message," my mom finished.
"Yes. Jeez Ms. Moore. You sound like as if you were my mother," answered Christina smiling a little.
Next to me Griffin stiffened. Why was he tensing up at that comment, I thought. When I looked at Griffin, he looked anxious now. Then I focused on my mom and Christina at what else they were saying. My mom smile and said, "Christina, you know you're always welcomed to stay between breaks since your parents are busy."
"Thanks Ms. Moore. Well we better get going Logan and don't ask any questions until we get into the car," she said hastily.
"Fine." I looked at my mom. "Will this be the last time I see you?"
"No honey. You may see me after summer break," she answered gently.
"Ok." I hugged my mom goodbye and followed Griffin and Christina who were already heading out the door; leaving me confused and wondering if I was in some sort of trouble that was tearing me away from my mom.