Olympus Academy

Chapter I

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I was the ugliest girl in the class. And no: I’m not one of those girls who have low self-esteem. I don’t cut myself or count every single calorie. Typically, I’m comfortable with myself. But, right now, sitting in my Calculus class next to all these Valentine dorm girls, I was pretty sure the windows were going to shatter because of how monstrous I looked next to them.

I fidgeted with my tempest pin as I looked back towards the board. There were just so many graphs. I didn’t understand what I was looking at or how we exactly we got to point. The teacher kept on blabbing about but it was all just nonsense to me. These normal kid classes are all just so boring.

“Sofia Duffy,” called out my professor. “Do you know the answer?” he asked in perfect Latin. Everyone in Olympus Academy knew how to speak Latin. It was the only way we could all communicate. After all, I was from Ireland, the girl next to me was from Brazil and the guy on my left was from Canada. That was, already, three continents in one room! Thankfully though, we were all born just knowing Latin: one of the perks of having Greek gods as great-great-great-great something grandpa.

I looked over towards the board.

Differentiate y = (sin x) * x3

I felt my blood rush towards my ears and cheeks. I felt my throat go dry and I could literally feel my stomach drop. I could use the frickin’ water molecules in the air to fill up my glass of water but I can’t do a simple calculus problem.

“Uh…” I started.

“Sylvia,” sighed the professor. The redhead answered, without missing a beat. If there was anything I loathed more than Valentine dorm girls were smart Valentine dorm girls. They were already descendant from sirens or Aphrodite or whoever! They didn’t need to be smart.

BRRRRRIIIIIIING!

Best sound ever.

Quickly, I scooped up my textbook and notebook, dumped it to my messenger bag and scrambled out of the room.

“Sofia, what are you doing?” asked a familiar voice the moment I opened the classroom door.

“I could be asking you the same thing Andrea,” I replied, noticing my younger sister in front of me.

“Move it water monkey,” scoffed a blond, pushing me towards my sister.

“You know, seeing as though we’re on an island and stuff, maybe it’s not so bad being a water monkey,” I pointed out, towards the pixie haired girl. “You know, I can like, save your pretty little ass from extinction.”

“At least I have a pretty little ass. Yours is pretty flat,” she stated, gathering giggles from her followers. I rolled my eyes. And then the Valentine dorm wondered why everyone hated them. It was because they all acted like they were the cheerleaders of some really bad cliché American movie for teenagers.

“Why are they so stupid?” asked Andrea as the entire mob of Valentine girls moved away.

“A better question: why was the main office stupid enough to put me in a class with all Valentine girls,” I laughed, throwing my arm around my sister. “But what are you doing out of class? Snorting cocaine? Vandalizing the bathroom? Ooh! I know! Anything to make mom and dad proud.”

“I was snorting coke while vandalizing the bathroom.” I clasped my hand over my heart.

“Oh! I’m so proud!” I exclaimed and immediately gave her a hug. The fifteen year old gave me a pathetic pat on the back.