The Undead Heroes (The first part of The Reiteration of Olympus)

Chapter 1, Mrs Lincoln still lets me leave class

DESIRÉE

I've skipped class a lot and I've also used a lot of different excuses to get out of class. Some of them include saying that I need to use the bathroom, that I need to get some cough drops or that I needed to get my textbook (which I purposely left in my locker so I had an excuse to get out of class)(Don't be like me kids.)

But of all the reasons I've wanted to leave class, seeing a lizard creature spewing fire on my school's football field is probably the strangest. Unless you're a demigod of course. In that case, fire breathing lizard creatures are as normal as that kid in your class who always arrives late.

It all started when I was in math class. 'Wow, how cliché, a kid who doesn't like math' you might say, but kid, that's where you're wrong. I freakin' love math. Numbers and patterns? That's this girl's favourite thing. But math class? Send that thing to Tartarus. It's just the same thing over and over again. Sorry Mrs Lincoln, but spending week after week counting how many percents of apples there are in this bag of fruit? Not really the most exciting thing in the world. Luckily for me, that was exactly what we were doing that day. None of the kids in my class paid attention to the lecture and I felt a bit bad for my teacher. It's not the easiest thing in the world to make 14-year olds pay attention to math in the last period on a Friday before spring break.

Some kids in the back of the classroom threw eraser crumbs at me, being careful that Mrs Lincoln didn't catch them. I'm used to getting stuff thrown at me so I simply ignored it and looked out the window.

Now listen closely here kids, because that was a very crucial move for this story. Without those kids throwing erasers at me, I would've never looked out the window and then this story would have never happened. So, you should thank your school bullies for being so annoying, it can lead to magnificent adventures! Just kidding. Don't thank them. They're rude. (I was going to use a less family-friendly word but apparently, this story needs to be family friendly).

So, when I looked out the window I saw something quite strange. At my school's football field stood a disgusting lizard creature fighting someone. I wasn't close enough to see who the person fighting it was, but I could tell that they were a definitely used to fighting weird monsters. I probably should have completely freaked out about seeing a monster, but the logical part of my brain had apparently shut off that day.

I shot my hand up into the air and begged to all the gods I knew that my teacher would notice me. It probably only took a minute but it felt like it took a billion years before she called on me.

"Yes, Desirée?"

"Miss, could I use the restroom?"

Mrs Lincoln looked at me disappointedly. She must've thought that I wanted to say something about the lecture. Poor woman.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Desirée I have let you used the restroom so many times during my lectures that by now I know that you just want to get out of class." The class laughed at me but Mrs Lincoln shushed them.

Damn.

"But please miss," I said and made my voice as weak as I could. "I feel like I'm going to puke, miss."

Mrs Lincoln's face became pale and she practically shoved me out the classroom.

Now, kids, my stepmom says that I'm not allowed to be a bad influence to my peers so don't use this excuse to get out of class. But if you do, you didn't hear it from me.

I ran as fast as I could towards the football field, getting my bag and jacket from my locker on the way. The cold air quickly surrounded me when I made my way outside. Even though it was April here in Virginia the weather was still quite cold and I was so glad that I remembered to get my jacket.

I hurried over to the football field but made sure not to be seen by the weird lizard thing or the person fighting it. I hid underneath the bleachers and finally got a chance to get a good look of the person.

The first thought that hit me was "handsome".

Fighting the monster was a tall black girl, maybe six foot, with a bunch of small jet-black braids pulled into a bun on top of her head. She wore a pair of loose jeans that covered her ankles and a pair of red converse. She was also wearing a greyish brown sweater that had a few scorn marks from the lizard things fire and a backpack. She was dressed really plainly but you couldn't miss her unremarkable beauty. But even though her looks could've been enough to keep me staring at her forever there was one special thing that kept me from looking away. Her eyes looked like a tropical ocean, a beautiful mixture of green and blue that seemed to be copy and pasted from a picture of the tropics.

Now, I would have nothing against looking at this girl forever, but unfortunately a torpedo of fire was quickly coming closer to my face. I let out a scream and tried to get away from it. I got away from the blast but if I were a second slower I'd be toast. The girl and the lizard thing had apparently heard my scream and were both staring at me. The monster looked overjoyed to have another prey but the girl, on the other hand, looked like I had tripped her just in front of the finishing line. The monster quickly made its way towards me and I scurried away from underneath the bleachers. The air started to feel tighter and it was difficult to breathe. When I finally got out I coughed up a bunch of soot. I didn't really understand why there was so much soot in my lungs but when I turned around I got my answer. The bleachers were on fire.