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Morgan: 3

Chaos is the word I use to describe the cafeteria. Not Chaos, the god, but the adjective.

I can see in his eyes that disillusions are bubbling up, maybe some stupid idea that I stalked him to learn his secrets. Maybe he really did do something guilty. Got to find out.

Flashback to roof

When I was about to follow him, I saw a shadow that came from behind one of the water towers. I went over and looked at that figure. It was Kiki.

"Did you push him down?" I asked. Kiki seem to be surprised, but I can see through her disguise.

No was her answer. Seriously, I am not stupid. You cannot hide anything from me.

I chuckled, "I know you are his girlfriend, but your guys didn't make it public. Must be important,"

"Why would you care?" she said.

"Because I'm his enemy, I want to embarrass him until we graduate,"

'And because I like hate him,' I thought.

"Why are you up here? I saw you taking out an iPod and it turned to a bow and a quiver of arrows,"

That caught me off guard. "What did you say?" I said. I was scared, is she mortal who can see through the Mist? Or something worse?

I snapped my finger quickly at her face and said, "You didn't see anything, I was never here,"

The Mist worked its magic. Kiki looked confused and calmly went back into the building.

I sat on the edge of the roof. If I get in trouble, then I should spend my time on the rule I broke. I already broke 2 rules anyways.

I faced the sun, bright and a bit intimidating. I imagined my dad in his long-ranged vehicle shining in the sky. I thought of the universe, the stars, and the planets. I was a big fan of astrology, since stars calm me down. Stars give me clarity, making me think of the idea that everything has a pretty side. I am not pretty, on the outside and inside. Then what part of me is pretty?

Present

After me and my friends went into our quiet and empty homeroom, the classroom quickly filled with our giggles.

"Did you see his face?" asked Calypso.

"Priceless!" giggled Marcaria. "No wonder you are the club leader of the debate club!"

"I wish Karl would remember this forever, the day I insulted him," I smirked.

"But why are you and him enemies?" Marcaria asked.

"They are always comparing score," Calypso answered, "Don't understand why they compete with each other so ferociously, maybe you and him secretly like each other,"

"Pfft, your imagination is too good," I lied," In your dreams,"

One hour later

It was time for our art lessons. There are different types of art lessons, there is visual arts, performing arts, even kung fu. Because of my dad Apollo, my musical talents are the best in the school. The other students can only choose one type of art, but I could choose two. So I choose the violin and guitar.

I am the class leader of both classes. I go to violin in the first period and go to guitar in the second period.

We played a simpler version of the Magic flute (Mozart). I really want to tell the school that this class is advance class and we still play simpler versions of everything.

After class ended, I ran to my guitar classroom.

"Hello, Morgan," said the teacher.

I took the attendance book and started roll call after the bell rang.

"Candy, Michael, Richard, Diana…" I continued to blabber names until I saw there was a new student. I almost choked.

"Karl," I choked.

"Here," he smirked.

What the heck? Why doesn't he nicely stay in his clarinet class?

"We are going to have a little competition today," said the teacher. Oh great.

"Let's start with the new student. Who wants to compete with him?"

I shoot my hands straight up immediately.

"You choose the music," I said.

He smirked, "Then Love Girl by CNblue,"

I grinned, "You choose the wrong song, I am a Boice,"

He started first. He played pretty good, but that wasn't his secret weapon. He sang and winked as he played the song. Oh my god, am I blushing? What he is doing is completely cheating!

After Karl finished, I played. Of course I played better than him, a lot better.

That is when things started to go wrong.

A Celestial Bronze arrow grazed the top of my hands and snapped one of my strings. My classmates gasped as I looked out the window. The Mist must have covered up the arrow, because everyone looked at my wound and ignored the arrow stuck in my guitar, except one.

Karl rushed forward and pointed at my guitar, "There is an arrow stuck on here,"

Everyone looked at him weirdly, I covered my surprise.

I snapped my fingers at his face and said, "Are you having disillusions? What kind of absurdity are you showing?"

The Mist didn't work on him.

I am very worried now. Could he be a demi-god? This is the 2nd time I thought that there was a demi-god in front of me.

I ate some ambrosia and bandaged my right hand, I need at least two weeks for this wound to be fixed and fine. Who in the fXXkin' world did this?

I kept the thought about Karl for the whole day.

Guess what happens next. Tks for reading!

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