S.A.M.A The Greek Gods

My friend

I found the front office, were a 'big' man sat drinking coffee. I say 'big' because I didn't want to be like the other students saying rude things behind his back.
"Hello Sir," I say politely.
He looks up from his computer, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm new here. The name is Sarah Thompson." I ignore his rudeness.
"Oh, right," he turns to a stack of folders on his left, picking out the one that had my name on it, "Ok, in here is your schedule, your school ID, etcetera."
"Thank you," I collect the folder from him.
"Oh! And you might need this," he lowers his voice, "An eves dropper."
He hands me a tiny box.
"For when you get suspicious of anyone," he finishes.
"What?"
"You should go, class starts soon," I nod slowly, before turning to walk away, "Oh, and Sarah."
I look back at him, "Yes."
"Good luck," he smiles.
I smile back at him before walking off.

I find my locker with the folder information. I turn the lock with my new combination and open the locker to see all my school books there.
I find my schedule and get the books for my first class.
It's a pity that they're actually making me do the work.
I make my way to class and find an empty desk. It could just be me, but I'm pretty sure that the clock in the room was moving extremely slow.
I inwardly groan. Why must school be so uneventful?

I have managed to survive two classes, but there was still no sign of a grandchild of a Greek God. Would they have like laurel wreaths or would they glow?
At least my next class could be interesting. I had sport.
I head to the gym, looking for any glowing people.
With no luck, I change quickly in the girls changing rooms, making sure my wig was still firmly on my head.
"Alright wimps! Er..children," Our coach corrects himself.
I line up against the wall with the rest of the grade.
"Today we're learning a form of self-defense," the coach explains. I couldn't help but smile, this is what I was trained for, "Now, some people say to reach first, do later. Unfortunately for you, I thought it would be more fun watching you try to fight."
"Um, sir," a small voice calls. The boy steps out of line and I can see his problem. The boy had crutches, probably a medical condition.
"Ah, yes Nowah. Why don't you sit this one out," the coach suggests? Nowah nods and heads over to the bleachers.
"So do we have any volunteers?" I shoot my hand up fast, "Er... Well, we'll have you," he points to me, "And.."
The doors of the gym burst open.
"Sorry I'm late sir," I couldn't believe who was there.
"Jeremiah, late again I see," the coach comments.
Jeremiah, as in my best friend Jeremiah, smiled sheepishly.
"Well in that case, we have our second volunteer. Please come forward," the coach instructs.
I'm so dead. Jeremiah can't recognise me or it's classified as bad undercover work.
What was Jeremiah doing here anyway? He doesn't have a mission and I highly doubt he had received one today.
I step forward, not daring to look at Jeremiah.
"Step into the ring," the coach continues to explain in case of emergency what to do. All through his talk, I can feel Jeremiah's stare fixed on me.
"Ok volunteers, begin when ready," the coach says.
Both Jeremiah and I get into the brace position we were taught. I turn my fist to make me look less trained.
Jeremiah makes the first move, which I'd expected.
He brought his left leg up to my shoulder, kicking me to one side.
Why they taught this at school, I'll never know.
I recovered from the blow and got ready for another.
I tried to kick him in the side but he caught my foot and I lost my balance.
Pull yourself together Sarah!
I got back into brace position, something we'd always been taught was to be ready.
I dodged his punch and threw one at his arm.
I could tell that surprised him.
I could see where he was unguarded, but I couldn't allow myself to win. It would be suspicious if the new girl could punch and kick pretty well.
Jeremiah throws a weak punch at my side.
"Ah," I fake my hurt, clutching my side.
"Oh God! Are you ok?" Jeremiah asks.
"I'm fine," I squeak, trying to disguise my voice, "If it's ok with you coach, I'd like to go to the nurse, make sure nothing's broken."
"Of course. Ok, who's next," surprise, surprise, there was a shortage on volunteers.
I head to my locker, not in need of the nurse after all.
One thought kept bugging me, what was Jeremiah doing here?