Bella The Demigod - Return To Olympus

One Step Closer

I was startled awake by a load car horn as the coach swerved quickly to avoid whatever phsyco was driving the vehicle.

Well, that's a nice way to wake up.

Looking around the coach, I became aware of the low chatter coming from around me, none of my friends seemed to be up yet but a few other people seemed to. I stretched my neck, trying to loosen my muscles from sleeping in an uncomfortable position for an extended period of time before reaching for my phone which was in my bag.

7:49 it read in big white numbers.  I hissed slightly, forgetting how bright the screen was for my sensitive eyes before turning down the brightness and scrolling threw the latest Instagram feed. It was covered with news on supernatural beings suddenly appearing from everywhere, BBC news, Fox news and any other news imaginable all had multiple articles on the earth shattering news.

Vampires, werewolves, mermaid, Nymps, pixies, witches, warlocks, elves, Olympians...? 

As my eyes scanned the last words my vision became obscured by black dons as I suddenly felt like I was thinking through syrup. I was vaguely aware of my phone clattering onto the table between me and my friends before my head fell onto the hard, cool glass if the window next to me before images started flashing before my eyes.

"Hades! That was mean, look how scared and confused she is already and you come bursting in here like that! What were you thinking?" Aphrodite said before having an extremely long rant at Hades.

"She spoke in ancient Greek, it makes sense, she is a Greek god after all. We also know it as were the offspring of the Greek gods. Most demigods have ADHD and dyslexia, me being one. The dyslexia is just that our brains aren't programmed to English, French or whatever other language, its tuned to ancient Greek. The ADHD is our fighting instincts. Its what keeps us alive. Well, saying that, Bella doesn't have either, guess it had something to do with her being a weird goddess and all"

I looked at my finger which held my promise ring from Jasper and snarled. How dare he? How fucking dare he! I practically ripped it off and raised my hand behind my head, about to throw it but I couldn't.

"Iza? Iza? You alright? You've been staring into space for the last hour, we're almost at the school but we're going to stop at the services to change into some more appropriate clothes and clean up a bit." Jo said from next to me, squeezing my arm reassuringly.

"Oh, thanks Jo, just tryin' to process it all y'know." I said, giving her a weak smile.

Her eyebrows raised slightly as she gaped at me. "Wow, your accent was really strong then." She said,  explaining her shock.

I opened my mouth, attempting to come up with an excuse but luckily the attention was drawn away from me as the coach screeched to a halt before teachers were telling us all to get off.

"Alright everyone, listen up." Mrs Green said loudly, "You have got one hour, that is ONE hour, no more, to wash, eat and change. I don't want to hear you complaining, these are public showers, you will not want to spend any time longer than necessary in them. Alright, you'll all need to wear your boots but apart from that, dress sensibly, girls not too much skin,    boys, you have to wear tops. That's not optional. While you're all cleaning, one of us will be buying each of you a croissant and a got drink, come and find us and take a seat. Please don't come back to the coach, the drivers are going to be leaving us now and we're taking some off road trucks for the last hour or so drive. That means we all need to take one bag from below and take it into the luggage room inside, doesn't have to be yours, we will make sure nothing is left behind so don't worry. "

After being let off the coach, and taking a random suitcase inside, we all made a b-line for the showers. Looking at the clock, I took note of it now being 10:14, time was getting on and our fate was getting closer.

I shivered in disgust as I quickly washed my body down in the showers that needed a thorough clean themselves before turning off the water and wrapping the small towels that were supplied around myself. Dashing across to the blocks of changing cubicles, I dried myself off before dropping my towel and digging through my bag for my clothes. I pulled out my brown ankle boots first, placing them to the side as I took out my bra and panties from inside my right boot and slipping them on. I then got the rest of my clothes out. I jumped around, wiggling into my ripped jeans before pulling on my cropped grey hoodie. I slipped my nail file into my pocket before putting on some round sun glassed and placing my hood over my head. Finally, I sat down on the small bench and putting on my boots. I exhaled lowly, zipped up my bag and strutted out of the changing cubicle.

I called out for Krista and Jo but after getting no reply, I assumed they had already gone. I quickly used the toilet and washed my hands before leaving the bathroom and walking over to the cafe area, seeing a crowd of my classmates, Fred, Krista and Jo included.

"Hey guys, how're y'all" I said lazily, sitting down as Fred passed a croissant and a cup of coffee to me. "Thanks" I mumbled, nodding my head at him.

I downed my food and coffee and before I knew it, the teachers were calling for everyone to go back and get a bag to load up onto the trucks that had now arrived. I followed the stream of students over to our luggage, grabbing a large, orange suitcase and wheeling it out. What a hideous colour.

I held down my hood as I looked across the car park to a group of around ten off road, open sided, four by fours. The backs were open, allowing the luggage to be put in there before the students were helped in to a seat and buckled in. One at a time, the trucks were filled and left, on their way to the school.

Finally, it was my turn to put the bag on the truck before climbing in myself, Jo was already seated and Krista and Jo were right behind me and that's all that matters. With my friends by my side, I knew I could take on anything this crazy world had to throw at me.

And with that thought, the doors were slammed and the truck jolted forwards, leading us towards our final destination.