Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Prologue

1

Ghost

Everyone knows about the house on the hill. The house on the hill, at the end of Olympus Drive. There have been stories about that house for years. Some say witches lived there. Certainly all manner of the strange, cursed events that seem to haunt Winfell emanate from that place. Almost nightly, fantastic lightening storms take place above it, often striking the house. But apparently harming no one.

The people that live there pretend to be normal but clearly aren't. An as yet unexplained stream of clearly unrelated adults and children, all of them just a bit different, just the other side of this realm, just sort of exiting here. Mostly quietly. The people of the town say to leave them be. The way people in this part of the world figure it, things that can't be explained shouldn't. Things that probably weren't meant to be here are lost. Let them find their way home on their own.

And I was content with that for a while. Because I was not normal either. I always knew that I was, just slightly different.

But now I'm not content anymore. Something bad has happened. I don't know what. Something has happened to me. I don't know where I am.

So I'm standing at the foot of the drive, trying to walk up to the house. Because it is the source of all the mystery in this town. And something has happened to me. Something bad. My blood runs black. I can't feel things. People no longer speak to me. But I'm not dead. I'm not dead. Something happened to me and I don't remember it, and I'm not the same anymore. But if anyone has the answers I seek, it's the witches of Olympus Drive.

If only I could approach the house.

2

Fury

"I'm going to practice after school," I say, as I gather my books from the dining room table.

"Erin, we discussed this. I'm not comfortable with you spending time with those boys," my mother says, leaning out of the bathroom while she puts on her make up.

"Yeah---and we discussed that there are like, fifteen people in the band, and it looks good for scholarships, just because you don't like some of the boys---"

"Isn't the Riviera boy one of them?"

"There's nothing wrong with Phoenix," I groan, "I'm gonna be late there isn't time for you to be homophobic right now."

"Erin I have told you not to spend time with him because he was in prison—"

"It's juvie when you're a kid mom, and he won a fight—"

"You know that because you've talked to him----?"

"I know that because I can read the news and I'm not an idiot—"

"I am not the one being irrational here. That boy killed someone---"

"Yeah, God kills people too, you talk to him to all the time."

"Erin Marianne—"

"I am gonna be late. I have band practice, with people I go to school with. Next you'll be saying I can't go to school at all because half the kids are witches," I say, leaning out the door.

"Those kids from Olympus Drive are trouble and always will be, for one thing they are pagans and you know better than to get involved with one of them," my mother scoffs.

"They encompass like, half my senior class I can't help but be involved with them," I groan this is bad Sol offered to come over and practice this weekend. He's adorable and so shy. I really like him but I think he's gay. But I can dream.