Chapter 4:

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The days drifted apart, and lengthened. But the day still came of school. It has been years of no interactions with the outside world, rarely in my house for the matter. Only me and my inner conscience. I've never understood psychology; how the human mine worked?

I walked towards the kitchen where my mother made me breakfast: Oatmeal and orange juice. I really enjoyed basic foods. I stared at the fan and it's physical movement it spent halfway in a second. I then went upstairs, and picked an outfit that was considered style in this generation.

I put on a regular white tee shirt, ripped jeans, and white tennis shoe. I drew a black thunder bolt on my tennis shoes to remember where I am really fun. I didn't feel to confident about this. I went back down stair and put on a tan sweater.

"Amelia, your must conceal your powers, your intelligence, and you must attempt to interact." I nodded, and walked out the car. The Sun was shining, but quickly blurred out by a couple of clouds. The wind coming directly North was going about 32 mph. Just right for me. My hair was quickly blew, and it annoyed me so I put it back.

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I felt the butterflies in my stomach fly, I've haven't been at school for ages. This place by far had much more people, and dreams, and highways. I felt really uncomfortable. When we arrived at the school. I visualized everything. It was huge, much bigger than mine when I was younger. I went to a small harbor school, this was 100x bigger. I climbed up the stairs, and went inside. While my mother held the door. "Thank you," I summered.

When we arrived to the counter, my mother begun to speak to the lady. The lady smiled and introduced her self. "Hi, I'm Ms. Oriya, and I am the attendance woman, and there is the principal: Mr. Beranker," I smiled and waved to him as he approached us.

"Hi sir," I said, quite shyly. He begun speaking to me confidently. I glared at his eyes. They were a pretty deep blue color. "Let me take you to your first class!" he said with a huge grin, disturbing my thoughts. I nodded. I waved goodbye to my mother. "Be careful, after school I will be in the front to pick you at 4:15 okay? " she had a huge grin. I nodded. I was felt with fear, but the conversation with the principal calmed me with satisfaction of assurance that I was going to be alright.

1st: History(Room 22)

2nd: Physics (Room 437)

3rd: French (Room 233)

4th: English 111 AP(303)

5th: Dance 1 (Studio 1)

6th: Lunch

7th: Calculus P-AP (53)

8th: Floral design (282)

8 periods, 8 classes that I can figure on my own. I didn't comprehend why I had to go, that I was forced to. My father was Zeus, I rather not figure out the punishment, The god who trough his own child off My. Olympus. Yet at the same to me so passionate; he was willing to sacrifice his life for his brothers and sisters.

The principal introduced me to my first class. They all greeted with a simple "hey". I sat behind a random girl "Hey I like your outfit," she said sarcastically and everyone giggled after. "I like your lack of intelligence", and it was quickly followed by strange ''ohs'" that seemed to echo across the room. I remained quite after the teacher spoke.

The rest of the class remained the same. I walked to my 5th period when I noticed the same girl who attempted to offend me, but failed majority. She seemed to be ruining someone else's life by the way the other person was cringing, and literally ten words from tears.

I walked towards her strongly, "Leave her alone!" I shouted, the loudest I've been. "Stay out of it, this between me and her. There's something wrong with her!" I rolled my eyes. "That something is you, please just leave her alone!", "Get out of my way!" She said pushing me to the side. Thunder passed trough the hallway seemed to peak trough the walls.

"What the fuck?" Someone shouted. It took me be surprise, Was that me? Was that my father? I looked around to see everybody starring at me, as if I was the cause to it, although I was. I got up and ran, I ran to my house. It was 10 minutes away but I'd be okay. I knew my father was protecting me, so I didn't worry.

It was still windy outside, and as I ran my hair quickly followed. When I reached my house, I knocked relentlessly until my mother answered. I didn't cry, I staid positive.

My mother finally answer the door, "I hate school!" I walked in to see my father. I awkwardly sat next to him to feel major uncomfortable. "Father, I'm sorry!" My father sat turned to I and remained with tranquility. "You did an successful deed, we saw all. We are proud of that. But I have news to bring to you."

I looked at the ground, which was quickly led up by Hera. "We figured we'd notify you now that you're facing a society that is cruel, but your duty is within concerns." He signed, looking towards my mother then towards Hera.

"Hades has his daughter bringing him servants,

She is nearly as powerful as you. Yet she isn't the only one. You must defeat her, and her sister." I gave my father a blank stare. "So I must attempt to fight?" My father nodded.

"She may appear with complete innocence, but she represents evil. Her sister roams along places attempting to hunt you. When the time comes, all powers will come to use. They know of your existence. They may know who you or, by the odds they do not."

I looked around and then at my father, "Why can't you do this?" I asked sternly, yet innocently. "If Hades and I take this, the world may never recover. He may be of great evil, yet he is the family I cherished. If you do so, the world may exist after and countinue. You must join us, so Hades doesn't outline this act in replay." I nodded in accepting this.

"Just be aware."

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