"As you all know, we're going to be learning about Greek Mythology for the next term. Who can tell me the name of the Sea God. Hmm... How about you, Lydia?"
I don't get why we have to learn about the Greek Gods or any of their stories. They're all just myths, right? So why do we have to waste seven hours of our lives learning about them?! It's not like a person is randomly going to come up to you and say, "can you give me directions to Mount Olympus?". I just don't get why people are so obsessed over it! And why did it have to be part of my learning criteria?! Life is so unfair. Please ask me my opinion before telling me I have to learn about something that I don't want to learn about. Then again, you didn't ask my opinion about Maths...
"Poseidon." I reply without a care in the world. The boy sitting next to me stares at me for a few seconds. He's wearing a cap over his curly hair and crutches are resting next to his desk.
"What?" I ask, not able to concentrate with his brown eyes staring at me.
"Nothing." He quickly faces down and gets on with his work. I've just put my pencil in my hand when I hear CRASH!!!!
I quickly jump out of my desk and look up to see angry red eyes glaring right at me.
"Poseidon's daughter..." They hiss at me. Wait, what did they just say?
"ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!" My fellow classmates start screaming and running to get out.
"W-what's going on?!" I ask in fear, trying to stay strong. I can feel my heart beat wildly in and out of my chest. I turn around and my eyes widen when I see the boy from earlier next to me.
"Gorgons!" he mutters. "They picked up on your scent."
"WHAAAAATTTT????!!!!!" I yell in disbelief. I literally have no idea of what is going on right now. Still looking at the gorgons, the boy's hand flies to his belt.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!!!!" I shout at him. This has to be a dream! There's no way that gorgons would randomly come to my school and a boy would just stand there and start to fiddle with his belt.
"Talk later. Run now." He quickly pulls down his jeans and I scream when I see..... Goat fur and hooves?! He also pulls off his hat so that I can see horns.
"Y-you're a satyr!" I quickly look around. Can't everyone else see this?
"Don't worry. They can't see it." He tells me.
"What?" I ask.
"The mist is blocking their vision. Only demigods like you can see it."
"DEMIGODS?!" This is getting way to weird now! Seriously, whoever planned this prank can stop it now! This just reaches the limit!!
"COME ON!" The boy/satyr pulls me by my arm and we start running. We're panting as we try to escape.
"This can not be happening!" I scream.
"It's all real. Whoever you thought you were, you're wrong."
We finally make it into the woods and catch our breath.
"You're making no sense. Who are you?" I ask him, relieved to of lost sight of the gorgons.
He stands up an bows. "My name is Grover Underwood. I am a satyr at Camp Half-Blood. Leader of the Council of Cloven Elders. Lydia Jackson, you are a demigod. You are the daughter of the Sea God, Poseidon."
Grover sighs, "listen. I know you probably thought you were an orphan but you were wrong. Your surname isn't Waters, it's Jackson."
"Wait, you expect me to believe that I'm actually the daughter of a god and my life is in danger?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"You don't need to. You already saw it all, right?" Grover tells me as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
I sigh and lean my back against the tree.
"Next are you gonna tell me I have a mum and brother?" I laugh half-halfheartedly.
"Yep! Well anyway, lets go to Camp Half-Blood!" Before I can object, Grover grabs my arm and pulls me into the woods.