I Didn't Know You Were Greek?

Chapter One

Apollo: God of music, art, poetry, prophecy, knowledge, light, archery, medicine, and plague.
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Phil yawned softly, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed. Today was the day! New job.

Dragging his butt out of bed, Phil padded to the kitchen on his small flat nearly silently, pouring himself a bowl of cereal as he hummed softly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You see, Phil wasn't really Phil at all. But, what kind of name would Apollo be in modern society? A weird one, that's what. It's not that he thought people would become suspicious either (seriously, who would think the gods were still around these days?), it was just kind of an odd name.

Phil grabbed his bowl, pouring milk into his Cheerios before sitting down on the sofa, careful not to spill any of his beloved breakfast as he flicked in the television. Ah, yes, another news report on the widespread virus of Ebola mostly in Africa and around there. ....Phil sends his apologies

He changed the channel a few times, taking a spoonful of the honey flavoured cereal before landing on Sherlock.

With a satisfied smile, Phil at his breakfast quietly, putting the dishes in the sink when he was finished before swiftly getting dressed.

As ironic as it may seem, Phil had actually got a job at the London university, teaching none other than Greek Mythology. Hopefully no student would make a connection and they'd all live happily ever after, the end. But, knowing his luck, that was I lily to happen.

Dressed in a red flannel, black skinny jeans, worn navy blue converse, and his slightly dreaded glasses (he had put in an order for new contacts, they just took for flipping ever!), Phil grabbed his keys and ventured off to the far away land of his car.

Although Phil was a god, it didn't mean he could or wanted to flaunt it to anyone and everyone! Most would call him a nutcase and he'd be thrown in a mental institution or they'd just kinda ignore him, he guessed. Which is why he drove to his job just like any other normal person would.

Phil pulled into the rather crammed parking lot of the university with a small frown. Where to park, where to park, ooh, there! He smiled in achievement, pulling into an empty parking space, getting out, locking his doors, and walking happily into the large building with a grin. Nothing could bring him down today.

An ethereal sort of glow followed Phil as he nearly skipped down the hallway to his class, a wide grin painted onto his face as he opened the door to a lecture hall. So, this is where he'd be teaching for the next little bit, huh? It didn't look so bad.

Phil disregarded the odd looks he got from passerbyers as he organized his classroom, the soft sounds of a violin concerto wafting throughout the nearly empty space. They don't come from a speaker, no, Phil was te God of music. He could create the sounds out of thin air.

Soon enough, students started to pile into the classroom. Some chattered quietly with friends, some texting, but most noticeably to Phil, a boy sat all alone in the back of the room, looking at him with an extreme amount of curiosity.

Phil smiled at the brown haired boy, offering a small wave as he did the same before introducing himself.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Phil Lester and welcome to Greek Mythology"

Yesssssss new story!

Just a little PSA, some things will be changed from the original Greek mythology to fit the story and its plot, but otherwise, I fucking love the ending of this chapter and yeah, I hope I can keep up with this story and my other one.

Sorry if there's slow updates, mates.

-Cassie

Ps, disregard my message from earlier, I have no patience Lolololololololol