𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕟

1 ~ I might be part bird

Listen, I knew something was wrong with me. I just didn't expect that thing to be a demigod, or half-blood as some call it.

But how I found out was scary.

It started when my seventh grade class took a field trip to the Golden Gate Bridge. Don't ask me why, we just did. The teacher was saying something on how it was built and stuff like that, but I was zoned out, watching two birds fight over a potato chip.

"Ms. Martẽz."

"Huh?" I looked up to see the teacher, Mrs. Lippo (everyone just called her Hippo) with her arms crossed and tapping her foot teacher-like.

"Can you please tell me how many tons of steel they had to use to build this bridge?" Hippo asked.

My lips formed into a thin line. "Umm... 74,000 tons?" I guessed.

Hippo scowled and shook her head. "Can anyone tell me the answer Ms. Martẽz has failed to give?" She asked aloud.

A pale hand raised. "83,000." "Correct Ms. Jones," Hippo said. Darla Jones then turned to me and smirked. I rolled my eyes and pulled my beanie down.

Hippo then led us towards the edge of the sidewalk, talking about the depths of the waters below. I looked down, watching the waves crash against the bridge. How come the bottom of the bridge didn't eroded away yet? Wasn't it built in 1937 or something?

"Hey."

I turned to see Darla scowling at me. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I know who you are," Darla said. I raised a confused eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I asked. Darla didn't say anything as she took a step closer.

She then shoved me off the bridge.

I flipped over the bar and fell down towards the water. My hair whipped in my face as I screamed.

There was a fluttering sound and two avian wings sprout from my back. "What the?"I questioned. They then caught the wind beneath and slowed the fall, stopping me from falling in the water.

The wings then flew me up back towards the bridge. I had no control over them. Once I was back up, the wings landed me on the bridge and then disappeared.

"Ms. Martẽz," Hippo said as she walked over. "Did you see that too?" I asked.

"I did see it," Hippo said.

"Oh good, I thought I was-" Hippo cut me off.

"You almost jumped off the bridge," she said, crossing her arms, "Thank goodness Ms. Jones was able to talk you out of it."

"I... what?" I asked in disbelief. Out of the corner of my eye, Darla smirked.

"Well, because of you, we'll have to end the trip early," Hippo said, guiding the group towards the buses, "And your father will pick you up at the school."

The trip back to school was silent. Well for me. The kids in the back were acting like dads at a football game.

Once we were back at the school, Hippo basically dragged me to the office, where my dad was waiting for me. He must have come right from work because he was still wearing his roadwork uniform.

"Now, Ms. Martẽz, think about what you did," Hippo said. Not with my ADHD.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked over to my dad. He looked tired, which made me feel bad.

"I'll ensure that she is straighten out," Dad said, in his fake strict voice. We then walked out of the school and into his old pickup truck.

"Would you like to explain what happened?" Dad asked as we drove home.