Daughter of Zeus

Chapter 1

Once in a lifetime, you get the opportunity to do great things.  Even thought a half-blood like myself should be doing great things as it was, it only came once. Maybe twice. Of course, though, with my luck, today was not my day.

I knelt down beside the toilet in the community wash-house. The juvenile hall warden, Tarah Chenoweth, decided that today was the day I’d finally fill out the community service requirements needed to get out of this hell hole. Ms. Chenoweth was a product of Aphrodite, but had not a bit of love in her entire body (and I mean entire body). I scrubbed lazily at the ceramic bowl.

“Delilah, if you don’t finish at least one section of the wash-house, you’ll just have to come back in the morning, six AM sharp,” she explained in an annoyed tone.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Ms. Cheno-witch,” I looked back. Her face was blood red. She was mad, and I loved it.

“It’s Chenoweth,” she seethed. “You’ve been in the hall for three years and it’s still Chenoweth,” She drew out the ‘th’ at the end of her name. She must have really liked to set herself up for failure.

“Oh, so you’re part snake as well?” I asked. Ms. Chenoweth let our a low growl. I laughed. “Maybe you’re a daughter of Medusa,” I pointed up at her head and squinted my eyes. “Is that a snake I see?”

She grabbed her head and ran to the nearest mirror. I watched as she parted her hair over and over, looking for scaly roots. Ms. Chenoweth scowled and turned around.

“You evil bit-“

“What did the judge tell you about calling me names?” I tisked, waving my fingers back and forth. “It never solves anything, Ms. Cheno-witch,

She sighed, regaining her calm. “Just. Clean. The. Toilet,” she hissed. “As soon as you’re done, you’re free to go. Be back at the hall by four PM,”

I nodded, taking the brush to the toilet. Ms. Chenoweth walked back to her corner and sat down. She pulled out her iPod and started listening to whatever Satanic music she could possibly have. It was awfully loud, and the female screeching was giving me a headache. I had to distract her from that God-awful music, but how?

“Do you know what will get this wash-house nice and clean, Tarah?” I called out to her.

She turned down the volume. “What’s that, Delilah?”

“Oh, I just figure that if you wanted this cleaned quickly, I could call in Melanie-“

“Oh no!” she warned, standing. She walked over and towered over me. “We’re not having a daughter of Poseidon come in here and flood the place,” She stood up straight and crossed her arms. “You’re enough trouble alone. Putting you and Ms. ‘Water Works’ together would be deplorable,”

I cackled, vigorously scrubbing the toilet. “But it would be clean,” I pointed out. I stood up, finished with my work. Ms. Chenoweth pointed out a spot that I missed. Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh and scrubbed at the place.

“You know, Ms. Durman, if I didn’t know you, I would’ve made you out to be a daughter of Hades,”

I shrugged. “That’s not your job, though. And, at any rate, you love me,”

“I’d love for you to leave,” she replied coldly.

“Gladly,” I dropped my brush in the toilet and flushed it. I pushed past her and walked out of the wash-house.