Mortals Meet Magicians (and Demigods)

IV - Zia Rashid

A/N: I did not update for... pretty much forever. I have no excuses. Here's the chapter.

It was a nice sunny day, and so the gym teacher decided to bring the class outside for gym.

Bad choice. Very, very bad choice.

It would be bad enough with the popular kids bullying the not-so-popular kids. The field outside is waaaaaay bigger than the gym, so they never got caught there. Well, they almost never get caught, but that's not the point here.

But it's even worse after the magicians and demigods revealed themselves.

Not just bad choice. Bad timing as well.

Anyways, Zia was just changing into her gym clothes- a striped crimson and jade shirt with a pair of bark brown shorts: Christmas much?- when the plastics, sorry girls, with terrible hairdos - I mean terrible attitudes (or maybe both), and horrible personalities, as well as unsafe ways of walking (or more like wobbling), which they are doing right now, as they sashayed (read: tottered) toward Zia.

Well this doesn't look good.

The leader of the plastics, Drew Tanaka, tossed her stylishly curled (read: frizzy) ringlets over her shoulder and crossed her arms. "Hon, where's your friend? You know, the one with the really bad sense of style? Sarah or something? Her highlights clash horrendously with her hair, and I don't want to even mention her clothes."

She sneered at Zia, shaking her head so that her dangly earrings swung in irregular shapes, their sparkly diamond D's, possibly her initial, or maybe her grade average, catching the light. Her pretense of pity at Sadie's 'poor' clothing choices were wasted when her flock of minions giggled and shrieked with laughter, though there's really nothing funny about any of this.

"Sarah with the bad fashion sense is standing. Right. Here." Sadie retorted. None of the plastics had realized that she is right behind Zia (probably too much phone time causing them blurry vision and the ability to not see someone at all even though she's standing pretty much in front of them).

"Oh, Sarah! I didn't even realize!" Drew exclaimed, sounding very apologetic (not).

"That's probably because your sense of style is so big it's blocking your view. Or is it your gigantic amount of stupidity?" Sadie answered, tapping her chin with one finger as though deep in thought.

Zia really love Sadie and her sassiness sometimes. She resisted from grinning, however, and dragged Sadie away from the plastics since there's really no need to keep on sassing them- that's wasting perfectly good sass on those who are unworthy of such good sass.

Zia released Sadie when they have arrived in front of their respective boyfriends and decided to stand back and let Sadie retell the story. After all, she was the one who sassed the plastics.

It wasn't long before the gym teacher blew his abnormally loud whistle and the students gathered in front of her.

Then they did... gym stuff. Like those dodgeball games that happen so often in books that this book really shouldn't include them, but the author is incapable of thinking up creative / original ideas so yeah.

A/N What just happened here? I thought I wrote more and maybe something different? But I can't remember what I wrote and can't think of anything different so this happened. I'm sorry.