THEOS ACADEMY //.b.s.

enas ;; dramatikos

THERE WERE ONLY THREE types of people in this world, you were either a human, a god or something that looks like one of the first two but is completely horrifying to look at and is different and would kill you if you made it angry.

In this school, you were only enrolled as one of the three, anything else and you'd be one step closer to falling one hundred feet off a white cloud littered with thunder bolts and angry beings and you'd fall flat on Earth and you wouldn't even be recognized as something that lived, you'd just look like something that humans would eat -- what do they call them again? Right, pancakes.

I stepped in front of the white doors I had seen just yesterday at my school interview, I looked up at the arch and saw a sculptured image of the woman I hated, I scoffed and looked down at the tall guards with horns sticking out of their heads and their flakey green scales and their yellows eyes as slits. One wore a suit and she had blue eyes and mossy green hair, while another to her right stood with gray curls and dark brown skin, they looked me up and down as I patted down my uniform.

"Name?"

The voice was croaky and I looked up and saw a lizard tongue sticking back at me, I winced and looked around nervously. No one else was here but me. The golden double knobs were practically screaming my name and taunting me to come in...literally.

"SELENE! SELENE!"

I rolled my eyes at the talking door knobs and stood up straight. "I am Selene, goddess of the moon, my parents are Theia and Hyperion," I paused and looked around. The guards looked at each other and nodded slowly, one of the guards walked over to an overflowing fountain with -- you guessed it, the self-centered woman herself, ZEUS bathing in holy water almost purely naked. I stuck out my tongue in disgust.

She pulled on the glossy fingernail that had an adorned lightning bolt painted on it so carefully that if the person doing it messed up in any way, she would strike them down with her lightning bolt until they did it right. The doors opened as the fingernail that was once pushed down rose up into the air and a strike of lightning crashed down from the air, the woman at the door glared down at me and signaled for me to go in, I walked into the dark halls.

I walked down the dark halls with no sense of direction, as I continued to walk switching my feet, right, left, right left, I repeated the mental repetition of those two words as fire began to ignite in the Olympus sized Olympian cup, on each cup the names were prescribed in Greek lettering, they probably were from the seniors, and only seniors participated in the Olympics.

In this school, we were separated into different categories, humans, gods, and nymphs. The nymphs were not exactly gods, but they came from gods, people called them god rejects, which wasn't exactly wrong -- they had defects that made them different from gods, it was quite hard to describe them, but some looked like monsters and others beautiful monstrosities.

The branches we were in were different, while we all went to different buildings, we walked down the same hall, and ate lunch together and had study hall together. That didn't mean we didn't have any problems. See, there was this big event that happened every year, reserved only for the senior gods, nymphs, and humans, they would gather up the courage, be forced to sit on a hot cheese bus and were sprinted off into the air and would be traveled to the Olympics.

If you passed, congratulations, you have a scholarship to whatever damn college and you're set for your God-life, not like you wouldn't be -- you're a god after all. If you fail, you get left back and you're forced to retake the Olympics, you only get two shots, if you lose that second one, you're kicked out of THEOS ACADEMY once and for all. I hated this system, but all teenage gods had to do so, in order to be set for life. Or else you'd become a minor god.