As if Max isn't weird enough, this emo boy's been chosen by the (Greek) gods. Why him? Nobody really knows, but this "gift" seems more of a pain in his godly, glorified ass. He's never really questioned his sexuality, but there's just something abou...
The door is suddenly opened by Mr. Hearth, my math teacher. There I stand with my backpack slung over my shoulder sporting that look of shame that you get at a time like this. I have never been late to class before.
"Ahhh..yes......Mister Dwite. We were just wondering where you were. Might I ask why you are late?"
"Uh, had a run in with some....uh....miscreants." I mumble hoping he appreciates my vocabulary.
"Bullies huh. Well if you want to talk about it. I'm always here for you." He whispers under his breath to me.
I nod and take my seat at the back of the class right by my two best friends, Joe and Brett.
"Hey, ya want me to slash Collins tires for ya?" Angrily whispers Brett in his low rumbling voice.
"The hell with slashing tires. I'll hack into his smart phone and delete every file he ever loved." Whispers Joe a bit louder.
"Shhhh, guys guys, cut it out. They didn't do anything to me. I'll tell you about it when we get out of here." I answer them. On the inside I'm smiling up a storm. It's awesome to know that my friends have not only got my back, but will get back at anyone who harms me.
They reluctantly shut up.
"Alright, now that we're all here, take out a pencil or pen, and I will hand out your test sheets to you shortly."
I reach into my backpack and grab a half chewed up pencil. Yes, I do chew on pencils. I start to feel that pretest nervousness and nausea. Suddenly, my pencil starts to rot where my fingers are. WHAT THE FUCK??!! I think as I examine the small round bit of rot clinging to my pencil. Mr. Hearth hands me my test sheet.
"Are you alright," he says as he looks my confused expression and rotten pencil over.
I snap back to reality, nod, and grab a new pencil out of my pocket. As I begin the test I realize how easy it is. I fly through the test and come to the very last question. My eyes scan the long line of complicated fractions. I have no idea what this is. I begin to feel a bit stressed and a bead if sweat forms on my forehead. I feel a sharp tingling sensation on my chest. This makes me even more stressed and confused. Then the tingle turns to pain, sharp pain. I manage to ask permission, grab a pass, and hobble to the bathroom. I think I might be having a heart attack. I head straight to the back stall and rip my hoodie off. I can't believe what I see. An inch long symbol of Moros is tattooed in black right in the middle of my chest.
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Then I notice threadlike strings of silver and black just under my skin like viens. They are running up and down both my arms and torso by now. I'm on the brink of fainting. I mean, who wouldn't be. My dream came true. I suppose I'll be going to god training now. But wait, WILL these silver/black vien things go away once they cover my body. How am I supposed to hide this? Do I live in the guys bathrooms now? Finally, every part of my body was covered in silver and black viens, except for my face. I bet I look pretty freaky right now. To my great joy, they begin to fade. Fyew, I guess it won't be so bad. Unfortunately, the tattoo never fades. There it is, right in the middle of my chest, forever. Wonder who my "godly adopted parent" Is? I can't believe I'm actually excepting this. I put my hoodie back on and walk out of the stall. I turn to see myself in the mirror. "WHO THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT?" I say out loud in the empty bathroom. I've grown at least 10 or 11 inches taller. My skin is blemish free and pale as ever. My hair is pitch black with one small silver strand in my fringe. My jawline is chiseled. My shoulders are broad. I'm ripped with lean muscle. My voice is meltingly smooth and seductive. My features are more define. Just who the fuck is this? This is not me. I look down at my gigantic long limbs and torso. Then, of course, I get that annoying urge to pee while trying to figure this out. I step up to the urinal and HOLY FUCK where did all that come from. After a good stare and a piss, I turn around and admire my new body in the mirror.
Knock Knock Knock "Are you alright in there?"
"Ya be out in a minute."
"Mmkay"
"Well, shit, how do I explain this to the teacher?"
WELL, WELL, WELL, WHAT IS MAX GONNA DO NOW. I'M STILL WORKING ON IT. I HOPE YOU LOVE READING THIS AS MUCH AS I LOVE WRITING IT.✌➡️
