Afraid

Victoria's POV

So this is the story were a poor little girl is made too do work by her awful step-mother, but her fairy god mother saves her and she goes to some lame ball and marries the prince and blah, blah, blah. Well, i'm sorry to say, but, this isn't that story. This is the story were a girl dies, a guy gets sad and then there is a load of stupid sadness and that junk. Which really sucks. But you want to know the spooky thing? I was the girl who died. Victoria Jay Fuller, died 17th of August, 2015. But now, i have a chance, a chance to go back, to life.

"I'm afraid," I said. Nike looked at me like me was crazy.

"Afraid? Girl, You have me in your blood! There's no way you can lose any battle!"

I looked down at my feet. "But I did, I lost."

"Too whom?"

"Ally, daughter of Ares. She-"

Nike shook her head. "If this is true, you are no daughter of mine."

That stung.

"Whatever," I grunted. "I'm not going back."

Nike had that your-absolutely-crazy look on her face again. "This is your chance to go back to life! Why are you saying no?"

I turned away. I couldn't tell my mother I was afraid that Ally would find me and send me down to the Underworld again. She'd kill me herself!

"I'd have to start again," I lied. "A new life. Uh-no. I'll mess it up again."

Nike put a hand on my shoulder. "This time, I'll look after you. You won't be killed until old age."

Sure. I thought.

"Trust me, Victoria. This time, your life will be great."

I groaned. "Fun!"