Olympus Academy

Demeter

Aw, cereal, Demeter thought angrily as she sat on the hard chair. Of course she forgot her pen. She's have to ask for one, which would earn the whole class a lecture on being organized. Instead of facing her problems, however, she slouched down and started dozing off.

But no, she reminded herself, she was not going to sleep during third period unless she wanted to die. Her Greek teacher, Mr. Iapetus, tried to make conjugating Greek verbs fun and exciting, to no avail. Every student in the classroom was either asleep or dozing off with a zoned-out expression on their faces, including Demeter.

As he scribbled on the whiteboard and chanted in Greek, Demeter couldn't help but wonder if he was so excited because he drank too much coffee; no teacher was that excited so early in the morning unless there was a cancellation of some sort.

Demeter slammed her head on the desk after dropping off to sleep and jerked awake, then shook her head and pinched her arm until it turned red. If anything in the world could be more boring than Greek, well, she had to hear about it because Mr. Iapetus most likely held the Guiness World Record for Most Boring Greek Class Ever.

The year before, Dr. Prometheus was pretty interesting and Demeter had actually picked up a few phrases; Mr. Iapetus was just downright boring.

A few kids had noticed her head slam the table and snickered while she rubbed her forehead but other than that, everyone kept quiet. She knew Mr. Iapetus would chew her out if she caused a disruption, so she went totally still when her gave her a steely glare.

Across the hall in the next classroom, she noticed Zeus still flirting with Hera. She glanced over at Apollo, who was next to her, drawing a picture of a... well, drawing a picture. She rolled her eyes as her cousin, Persephone, a freshman, knotted the stems of some hibiscus together in the back of the room.

"What are you doing?" someone asked loudly behind her, and she whirled around to see Hades sitting in his desk behind her, hiding a smile, which was a rare occasion.

Demeter realized there was smoke coming from her fingers and she shouted, "Holy jalapeños!"