Victorious

Cleo

Cleo had a rude awakening.

I needed my sleep. After all, I had practically used my powers to the limit. I could even practically feel my loss of power.

Last night, After 10 minutes of settling in my room, the boys came from theirs and knocked on my door at like, 8:30 and wanted to get Ice Cream. And I was like, what do you think?

So naturally, they went without me and I when they came back, they acted like a pack of wild animals. I heard them and they were two doors down.

So I finally went to sleep and then I was woken. Again, by a loud series of knocks.

God, what time was it?

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the clock. 7:30.

Gods, who's up at 7:30?

Scratch that, I always get up at 7 every day. Well, that's an understatement.

Knock, knock, knock.

There it was again.

I took off my ring, the one given to me by Lupa, or in this case, Bellona, (at least that's what she claims,) it turned into a gladius, which is a sword just my size.

I walked cautiously towards the door and looked through the eyehole. I couldn't see anything.

I scowled and opened the door, almost falling back on myself.

There were people there. There were lots of people there.

Technically speaking, there weren't lots. There were like, 3 people. 3 girls, more like it, no older than 16. The each had really sick armor.

I stepped back to close the door. One girl- the tallest one with flaming red hair- stopped me, holding the knob of the door.

Another one, shorter- probably 5'1 like me- stepped forward.

"Cleo Ramirez-Arellano?" She asked boringly. "Daughter of Loki?"

I pressed my lips together grimly and lowered my sword. "Yes?" I responded.

"You have five minutes to get dressed before we get your fellow companions."

"You mean the boys?" I interrupted hastily. A brown haired girl in the back waved me back into the room. She slammed the door shut.

Good thing I took a shower, because I obviously wouldn't have had time right now. And my hair was getting way to frizzy.

I went through my backpack and found the shorts and 'blouse' Emma gave me.

"You'll look good," She said. "This color matches your eyes," She said.

I gagged reluctantly and put it on. I mean, I never wear shorts this short. And this blouse, don't even get me started on it.

I looked in the mirror. I suppose I looked okay, but I wasn't looking to go out for dinner, I was going to fight monsters and go to Brazil in less than a week. My hair actually looked cooperative, running down to my waist. The shirt looked like something some hippie teen would wear in California in the 1970's. The shorts were short of course, but too short for me. They weren't even fingertip length.

A dry smile spread across my lips. I was starting to sound like my old school headmistress, whom of which was fired after my friends and I protested after she made too strict rules regarding the dress code.

I shook my head and drew myself from the mirror, grabbing my backpack. I forgot about my sword, which I put into ring form. I tucked my hair behind my ear and then opened the door just as those 3 scary teenage girls were about to knock.

"Good," The brown haired one said blankly, eyeing my outfit. "You're- well, somewhat ready."

"I'm sorry," I said with a twinge of annoyance. "My favorite outfit burned and I had to borrow my friends showy clothes." I raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

A side smile appeared on the red head and locked eyes with the brown haired. They nodded.

"Lets go get your fellow companions." The brown haired complained. "Get this over with."

The brown haired girl lead me and her companions to Alex and Carter's room, which was apparently three doors down. Man, those guys must be really loud for me to hear them.

The three girls gestured at me to knock on the door. Instead of knocking like what an proper 'lady' would do, I banged my fists angrily.

Carter was the one to open the door and it was just my luck. I tried not to look at him, which was hard since he was right there and he was Carter. His hair was a lot wilder than usual, and he was looking at me like he was watching the apocalypse, which he probably was because I was wearing clothes that only Emma looked good in and three crazy demon ladies were behind me. On top of that, he was wearing a Gryffindor shirt and I was resisting the urge to jump up and down and shout, Traitor! (Because I'm a Slytherin. Sue me.) and he had matching Gryffindor pajama pants, in which case I was like no.

So stereotypical. Everyone's a Gryffindor.

I cleared my throat. "You have five minutes. Get Alex up-"

"What?" I heard someone yell in the background.

"And meet me out in the hall." I pushed Carter backwards from the door frame and closed the door.

I turned back to the three girls and sighed.

"Okay," I asked with annoyance. "If you're going to kidnap me and my friends, can you at least tell me who you are?"

"We're not kidnapping you." The brown haired girl commented. "We'll let you go. Believe me, this is not how I want to spend my Saturday."

I frowned. It was Saturday?

"And it's only fair I tell you our names. I'm Harriet," The brown haired girl said. "That's Celeste," Harriet said, pointing to the tall red head, (she pronounced Celeste like Cel-es-tay,) and pointed to the short blonde. "That's Jaz."
Jaz waved enthusiastically, but Celeste slapped her hand.
"Darn," I muttered. "Tough crowd."
Harriet either didn't hear my comment or ignored it.
"I'm assuming you know what we are, given your- ah, lineage."
I frowned. Harriet turned to Celeste to tell her something, and for a split second- in the harsh lighting- I saw gold wings on her back.
Valkyries.
I almost knelt right there. I would've, actually, if the boys hadn't closed the door the moment I was like, woah, Valkyries.
"Come with us," Harriet said abruptly. I followed.
"Should we break out or swords?" Carter whispered to me.
A dry mile plastered on my lips.
"Not just yet."