Sun kissed - Apollo.

2: rooftop conversation with an angel.

Ever since Percy pulverised our teacher, Mrs. Dodds. I had trouble sleeping, every time i took a nap or fell asleep at night, she would be there.

Slicing her talons at me and hissing, i would never forget the terrifying sight that she was. I wouldn't forget how her eyes had glowed like barbecue coals. Her leathery wings still give me the creeps in my dreams and occasionally i had felt like i was lifted off the ground before i felt myself plummeting towards the ground.

She had slashed at me, ripping my stomach open and my guts falling out. I had ran around the museum in my dreams, screaming and pleading for someone to help. Because only god knows I couldn't do it myself.

You can't blame a twelve year old girl for not knowing how to fight. I never thought i would need to know how to fight, i did some judo as a six years old, mostly because Percy had too much energy and pent up anger that needed to be released, but i sucked and i didn't like it.

I know Percy has been worried about me since, he had noticed my fair share of sleepless nights. I would read a book when he went to sleep and most of the time i would be reading again once he woke up. I rarely slept more than three hours a night.

Most of the time, i really didn't know what to do. I just kept reading and Mr Brunner was worried about my health too.

It was a late afternoon, i know that Mr Brunner still be in his classroom grading our homework. I had knocked softly before i had walked into his classroom, closing the door behind me.

He looked up at me, i'm sure he could tell i looked a wreck. I felt like a wreck all the time since Mrs Dodds had tried to kill us, i just want to forget it and never know of that day again. But life didn't work like that, i had to just find a way to cope.

Outside it was storming once more, much to my dislike. It's been storming a lot lately, like the sky and ocean are at war with each other. There were always getting more reports of lightning strikes and crazy ocean waves that sometimes would almost reach flooding conditions.

"Ah, Miss Jackson!" Mr Brunner said, laying his pen down on his desk. "What can i do for you?"

I walk to the front of his desk, take a seat on one of the tables. If it had been a normal class, Mr Brunner would have told me off about it, but since i came to his classroom a lot after classes. He didn't bother telling me off about it then.

I cast my eyes quickly to the sky, out the window, the clouds are black.

"I was wondering, hypothetically." I say. "Since there are so many artefacts of the greek mythology and so many stories and art forms. Would it be possible that they exist?"

Mr Brunner looks at me like i asked him the weirdest question in the world. Like i was asking if there were aliens. But he smiled, and shakes his head. "I'm sure they did once."

I tilt my head, once.

It feels like he's holding back, like he knows that what he's saying isn't true, but a lie. "Once," i say, casting a look out of the window, once more. "Then why does it feel like that isn't true?"

Mr Brunner gives me a look i don't understand, worried and yet he looks out the window, wheeling it up there. "What do you mean, miss Jackson?" He asks, i can tell by the way he is looking over the school terrain that he's looking for something.

I don't know what it is, but for a second, i see something within the storm. I have to blink a couple of times but the figure of what i could only assume of Mrs. Dodds to disappear. I don't like seeing her leathery wings anywhere.

"Since the museum, sir." I say, he turns his wheelchair to look at me. "Since the museum, I haven't slept much. I don't know if I imagined it or not. But i saw my teacher, Mrs. Dodds turn into a fury. Or at least, i think i did."