Chaos Brewing

Chapter 1

"Persephone, time to wake up," I was shaken awake by my "adopted" mother, Jessica Daniels. After a long weekend of getting to know one another, I was a firm believer in that Jessica didn't like me very well. I happily returned the feelings.

"What?" I yawned groggily, there was hardly any light coming through the windows. 

What time does school start around here?

"It is time to get out of bed, I will not let my daughter be late on her very first day of school, especially when she's going to be attending Gotham Academy." 

Gotham Academy? What kind of high-end school is that?  I didn't want to think about the possibility of the school simply being a bunch of rich kids. Monsters and prophecies were trouble, but I knew how to handle them. Rich kids, on the other hand, were a whole new ball game that I didn't know the rules to.

Jessica ushered me out of bed and into the unnecessarily large walk-in closet to change into my school uniform which I had been dreading getting into since I saw it for the first time when Jessica had brought it home. I had gone almost a week so far without having to wear anything I didn't want to, but now it was game time, now I had no choice but to wear a skirt.

I managed to suck up my feelings and got ready, trying to go quickly and not waste any time. It was only a few minutes before I arrive downstairs, and I would have called it a good time, but by the faces my new parents shared, I'd done something wrong.

"Hurry up and eat your food, I'll have Tiffany fix you up when you're done," Jessica fussed as she set a plate of food in front of me. I immediately began to eat as she continued to complain. I didn't understand exactly what she meant by me needing a half updo or a glow up, but I tried not to let it get to me. The second I put down my silverware, Tiffany, one of the two maids who worked for the Daniels, pulled me aside and sat me down in a parlor like room. Not that I knew what a parlor looked like, but it resembled what I thought a parlor would look like.

"Hold still, Miss, this won't take long," Tiffany promised, pulling back my hair. My limbs itched and I squirmed a little in my seat, Tiffany didn't tolerate any of it and forced me to hold still with no remorse. Part of me began to wonder if she could be a demigoddess of one of the minor war gods.

She held me in place for a little over a half-hour, pulling on my hair and pinning things in place, using sponges to put odd pastes on my face and probing my facial skin with all sorts of brushes and pens. I knew girls usually put makeup on, but the younger girls did usually put this much on as far as I knew. 

After the long period of pure torture of having to hold still, Tiffany finally releases her hold on me. I sighed in relief and stood up in order to stretch my legs. Tiffany lead me to a mirror where I was able to see what she had done to my appearance.

I wasn't unrecognizable, which was a good thing. For all of the work that had been done on my face, I could hardly tell a lot had been done. I mean, my eyes looked a bit bigger, my eyelashes longer and my skin tone had evened out nicely, but that wasn't the big detail that made me shocked. By some form of higher magic, Tiffany had given me hair that I'd only seen my mom have on a few occasions. The top half of my hair had been pulled out of my face and pinned in place, while the rest of my hair was loosely curled. I never thought that I'd even looked like this.

"Uhh, thank you for doing this," I said to Tiffany as she led me to my ride. 

"Of course, Miss Persephone."

"Please, call me Percy, Persephone is too long. Percy is short and easy to remember."

"Yes, Miss Percy."