The Daughter of Apollo

Epilogue

Epilogue

I'd pretty much abandoned school. I was thinking of going year-round at Camp Half-Blood after this year ended. But I have to finish this year first. Taking a deep breath I walked into the Mythology classroom. I slowly made my way to the Apollo table, people's eyes following me after I walk past them. When I sat down, everyone but a few were still watching me. Meg faced the board, but would glance over at me every now and then, just to make sure I was still here. I didn't blame her.

Lana sat at the Aphrodite table, listening to the latest gossip. It must've been something about me because her face was red and she wore a scowl, flames ablaze in her eyes. One of the girls at her table looked over at me and whispered to Audrey Plow and both started laughing.

The Hades table remained empty. I wondered if Nico's new mission was successful. He'd been charged with bringing a particularly powerful half-blood to camp. I hoped they were both okay.

Audrey stood from her table and marched over to mine. The couple of people who weren't out sick today scooted away from me like I had some deadly disease they were afraid of catching. "So," She snarls, a hip stuck out in a diva pose, "she lives. Unfortunately."

"And you're still a bitch. Unfortunately," I glare, my arms crossed as I lean back in my chair.

"Where's your boyfriend in black? Dump you and couldn't wait to get away?" Audrey smiled and the Aphrodite table all laughed, with the exception of a still mad Lana. I let out a cold laugh.

"First of all, he's not my boyfriend. Second of all, it wouldn't have been your business if we had been dating. So I suggest that you move your skinny little ass back to your table and sit down like a good dog, before I get angry."

She glared, her cheeks bright red. Some of the kids in the class were biting their bottom lips, waiting for what was to come next. Audrey just turned on the heel of her Sperrys and marched back to her seat, but when she sat down she looked over her shoulder and smiled. "You missed the play. I got the lead and it went off without a hitch!"

I smiled. "How many girls did you have to injure to get there, Audrey? All of them?"

The class couldn't contain any laughter by the time Mrs. A came into the room to start class. She welcomed me back from my long 'family reunion' and 'funeral of my brother'. She gave me her condolences. I just nodded, an impassive look on my face and a pang of guilt in my chest. I didn't like lying to Mrs. A. I didn't want to lie to Mrs. A, especially with lies like those, so easily believed.

I laughed silently to myself as these types of thoughts continued. It was hard to believe, that at one point, I thought I was like them, like these average, everyday mortals. It had become hard to believe that I once thought I was normal. That we thought we were normal.

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I watched him from the booth of the small Nashville café. I casually took a sip of my latte as I acted like I was scanning a magazine. It had been six months since he decided to forget and our dad granted his dying wish. Of course, he and the rest of my mortal family forgot, too. They no longer remember me, but I remember them. I couldn't help but notice the little details about them that changed. Drew's hair turned lighter and his skin became tanner and his teeth had yellowed a little, but they were still pretty white and you couldn't tell unless you were staring at them for a long time. He looked a lot more like Scott.

Currently, he was sitting in one of the tall chairs at the tables that, even with his nearing six foot height, his feet only barely brushed the floor. A short brunette waitress in a hurry, carrying a medium-sized coffee, tripped and spilled it all over Drew. As soon as they made eye contact I knew. The two stared into the others eyes for minutes on end, Drew's hand over her's as she started to wipe him down with napkins and gave stuttered apologies. I couldn't help but smile.