Its Complicated Being a DemiGod

Yo guys, it’s me Kelli! Yes, KaylaxKelli Kelli. I’ve decided to make my own account for MY stories, the other is for our stories we make together. Just so were clear, I HAVE done my research on Harmonia, but I really didn’t find anything too interesting to make a plot out of, so I’m completely changing it. I’m also using the ‘demigod’ idea, because I looked for a straight hour and could not find one single son of a god :/ Anyways, I really hope you like my story! VOTE COMMENT AND FAN <3 I’ll love you forever.

PS, this took like eternity to write, and I HATE the title, so if you have a title suggestion, please leave it in a comment below! I really need a new title... I also don't know if I like this plot very much, i'll think about it some more and see where it leads... Ok, well I hope you like it!

 

 

                        Its  Complicated Being a Goddess

            “Hi, I’m Savannah Wilde and I’m from all over the world.” I stood in front of my new class at my new school, in my new state. My family –if you would call it such a thing- moves all over the world about once a month. Why do we do such a thing? To cover our existence, of course.

            “Thank you, Savannah. You may sit down now.” The wrinkled old lady who I assumed was the teacher motioned to an empty seat next to a scrawny boy doodling in the margins of his notebook. I nodded my head once at her, flipping my silky and long blonde hair over my fair-skinned shoulder and taking my seat at the table.

            “Hi, I’m Cass.” The nerdy-looking boy said to me in an odd, higher pitched voice. I stared at his bony hand in front of me until he let it drop to his side and turned away in embarrassment.

            “Cass? As in casserole?” I snorted, turning my head toward the rest of the class to avert my eyes from his gaze. I didn’t particularly like being cruel to others, but it was part of my given nature. It also helps not to become attached to anything when you move once a month.

            “No,” he started, clearing his throat again before speaking, “it’s short for Cassius.”

            “Oh…kay.” I drawled out, scratched at the black table with my nail, the perfect picture of boredom.

           
            “Yeah… My parents said it was an important name in greek mythology; Cassius caused the death of Caesar the God, but Cassius was never really a god…” Cass began droning on and on into the history of his name, which I really didn’t care about. The only thing intriguing me was that his name had something to do with greek mythology.

I go home to gods every stinking day of my life; the kid had absolutely no clue. He must not know how incredibly stupid he sounded right now.

            “Ok, Cass. You can cut the crap now.” I hissed back at him, with more viciousness in my voice than intended. The kid shrunk back like a scared puppy on his stool and clutched his green notebook in both hands. Oops.

            “Look, I didn’t mean to be so-“

            “Save it.” Cass shot back at me with just as much venom as I had spat at him. Well, I guess I deserved it.

It wasn’t until I actually tuned into the class that I noticed the old coot was babbling on about Greek mythology; how ironic, I’m part of it.

            “Can anybody tell us who the goddess of love is?” the teacher, Mrs.Cowell asked the class.