Incarnates Of Olympus

A Young God Among Teens

Present Day-

The shrill beeping sound of a morning alert stirred 17 year old Corey Mercer from his slumber. Grumbling at the noise, he slammed his hand down hard on the annoying device to finally shut it up. Though he was still tired and not wanting to get out of bed, it was unfortunately a school day. Corey sat up in his bed, willed his eyes open and let out a labored breath. He glanced at the digital display of his alarm; it read Thursday, April 18th, 7:05 AM. Corey wished it was Saturday already; at least then he could oversleep and not worry about school.

"Corey, breakfast is ready," a female voice called out from beyond the door, which then swung open to allow a woman in her mid 40's to entered. "Time to get up, honey, before your sister eats your breakfast."

Corey groaned and tossed in bed and said, "Jesus, Mom. Can't you knock like a normal human being?"

"Alright, smart guy. Drag your lazy butt out of bed before I have your father do it." Then she shut the door without a second thought.

Again and this time to himself, Corey groaned, "Why can't it just be Friday already?"

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It was roughly 10 minutes later that Corey was fully dressed in the bathroom brushing his teeth. The mirror showed a fresh-faced teenager, maybe a few faint whiskers on fair skin that signaled the very early stages of puberty. Aside from that, his hair was short and light brown and slightly messy. This was Corey's usual look, even though his mother insisted several times that he get a haircut. Corey was far from interested in such things and preferred to remain as he appeared. As soon as he was done, Corey returned to his room to collect his school gear. He then started heading down the flight of stairs.

There were three other people in the kitchen, two at the table and the third standing by the kitchen sink. That was Corey's mother; her name was Patricia. She sported long brownish-blonde hair and wore an apron over a sporty t-shirt and jeans. Of the two individuals sitting at the table, one was an adult male in his mid 40's at least, chestnut brown hair with a hint of gray and dressed in uniform. He was most likely a public servant of some kind. The other was far younger and female, sported brownish blonde hair in a pony tail and dressed in more casual attire. The man at the table looked up from his breakfast meal to address Corey directly.

"Oh good, you're still alive." he quipped.

"Morning to you too, Dad." Corey bit back, albeit in a somewhat playful manner.

"Take it easy on him, John. He probably went to bed late last night... again." Patricia claimed.

"He was up all night playing with himself." said the younger girl, earning a scowl from Corey.

"I'm sorry, but who let the 11 year old rug rat out of her cage?" Corey snapped, and it wasn't a comment as with his father moments earlier."

"Maggie, apology to your brother right now." John demanded.

"But why," Maggie asked, trying to act innocently. "You let Corey get away with calling me a rug rat."

"Because your father said so, young lady." Patricia quickly added.

"And, because I'm older than you." Corey said.

"Only by 6 years, dork."

"Still older than you, twerp."

With a sigh that was more amused than annoyed, John stood up from his seat and got between the bickering siblings. "Okay, okay. That's enough you two. Corey, get ready. I'll drop you off at school."

"Dad, I can get there on my bike." Corey insisted.

"Don't argue with me, son. School's on the way to the station, so let's hit the road." John insisted back.