Amara Heart is not like the girls you and me know. She's a unique , sarcastic and sassy social butterfly everyone knows and loves . The complete opposite of Nico di Angelo. So what happens when these two
opposite personalities cross paths...
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Before what happened today I figured I was pretty situated in what my world was like. Boy, was I wrong.
It all started when me and my friend Angela were walking in the hallway chatting..........." So Amara, can I see the pictures you printed out for our project?" Project? What project? Angela Harrison is such a goody toe shoes, always good grades , penmanship etc. Her face consists of dark red lipstick, startling emerald eyes ,and a perfect smile. She is wearing a neon pink shirt black jeans and pink sneakers.Her glossy black hair neatly up in a pony tail. Anyways back to the situation. PROJECT???????? I instantly freaked. Me and Angela were exact opposites meaning ,I hardly did my work . Mostly because I have ADHD and dyslexia and partly because I'm just ...............plain lazy. So of course I had hoped she would do all the work, I mean, am I wrong? What am I saying of course I'm right!" Amara?" She asked. "Soooooooooooo........ about that , look i -" I started.
Suddenly, a bone rattling roar echoed through the hallway. A blue and green serpent blew the the school doors open with white-hot flames. Teens scattered, screaming knocking doors down, trying their best to get out of the monsters way. My mind fluttered with Greek monster names( Though I have no idea why ) and it landed on Drakon. 'But that's just a myth' , I thought. " Amara , what is that thing?!" Angela whisper -shrieked.
"A drakon" Wow ,this is my first time knowing stuff that Angela doesn't. It feels good. "How d-do y-you know?" She stuttered probably from fear. Another fact about Angela ,she's a total chicken sometimes. Don't tell her I said that . " I don't know, but i'm gonna find out " I smirk and run towards the drakon bravely, but stupidly. Hey, at least I don't have to make up an excuse for the project, though I don't think Ms. Garcia will accept ' My project got eaten by a Drakon' either. Y'know what ? Tell Angela i called her chicken. I'm gonna die anyway.
"AMARA!!!!!!" I here Angela call. I ignore her and on some weird instinct, touch my necklace it's shaped like a wildflower. It illuminates my face as it morphs into a bow and quiver. I notch an arrow an swiftly shoot the monster in the chest. Then slide under its belly just as it sprays flames all over the place. Every time I notch an arrow I have to duck and roll to dodge the flames.
The whole room was engulfed in flames. Finally I lay on the ground at the drakon's feet coughing and barely conscious. I here Angela scream something in Latin, like a spell or something. The flames subsides a little bit then grows again.
Suddenly an arrow sprouts from the drakon neck and the monster burst into golden dust. A lot of mysterious women surrounds me and whisks me away. My vision turns dark, and my breath shortens. My world starts spinning. Everything turns black.
