April May and the hero's: The gods curse

Chapter 1

Hero. A person who is admired or idolized for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble quality's. Sounds like the perfect person. They're not, mostly. I mean don't get me wrong there are every day heroes who save lives all the time! And I know some people whose hero's don't even wear a cape, Hero's come in so many forms. Some wear camo, others wear cat whiskers, but when most people think of hero's they think of brawny guys in tights, beating up some evil guy, whose way too over powered. Those are the guys I'm talking about.

So where does our story start? Well I'll tell you dear reader, it starts with a man named Link. I know right I thought of the video game character to! He's not a video game character though, shame. Anyway so this Link guy is like a guy who collects people with powers. Evil people, good people, people who had no idea that they had powers until it just showed up. It sounds really bad when I say 'collects'. To be more specific he gets people like that and ships them off to a boarding school where they're put into houses that describe their certain powers. Like one for super strength, invisibility, element manipulation, etc. Honestly, it's not fun.

Okay but after we get past that part, plus people that did stupid stuff, all the other quests (which where basically doing favors for Link), we get to me. Okay introduction time! Yay, I've always just loved this part. You know the part where the hero trying to explain their screwed up lives, just like 'I was always strong.' Yeah no. That's not me. Honestly I'm the least likely person anyone would think had power. Heck, I can barely get noticed by my family let alone anyone else. Don't get me wrong my family is the best! I just have one of those faces that everyone looks past. Honestly, I swear I look like echo the nymph from Greek mythology, because no one notices me either. I look bland with frizzy curly blond-brown hair, mediocre skin color. The one thing that I actually like about my appearance was my eyes. They are gray with hints of blue and green, which makes it even harder to notice me because every time you look away there a new shade, so you think I'm a different person. That is, if you actually notice me.

I have thick rimmed glasses because I have astigmatism, my hair goes down to my shoulders normally but if I straiten it, it goes past my shoulders, people tend to think I'm poor cause I prefer comfortable clothes to the clothes other rich twelve year olds wear. Like honestly?! How do they not get dress coded! Unlike them who wear the most reviling clothes I have seen, I prefer sweatshirts and jeans. Okay so enough about my pathetic appearance, let's get to how I got involved with the idiots that inhabit the 'boarding school'. It all started on a day like any other.....

I rubbed my eyes, too tired to think of turning off the alarm clock, currently blaring 'heat of the moment'.

"Hm... It must be Tuesday..." I mumbled sleepily, before turning back around in my soft, comfy blankets. Furry and warm. Closing my eyes, I snuggled into the warm bed dreading school.

"April June May! Get up or you'll be late!" shouted a voice.

"Gah five more hours..." Came my sleepy reply. It shouldn't have been more than five minutes from when I turned off the alarm.

"April June! Its 7:45 you are going to be late!" Mom screamed upstairs officially waking me up.

Scrabbling out of bed, throwing on some jeans, a ratty sweatshirt, and struggling to get my converse on, I let out some words that weren't exactly kid friendly. Bolting downstairs, glasses crooked, hair still bed head, I nodded in acknowledgment to my mom who was going out to work, I grabbed my backpack and bolted down the street to my middle school. Which luckily was right down the street.