Ode to my love

Classical

"Get out" an old woman told a young auburn-haired teen, clearly disgusted with what she heard.

"No wait please Professor Grazini" the young teen pleaded "I swear I won't make the same mistake again"

"Miss Galanis take control of yourself! You of all people should know that the same error repeated twice is inexcusable! Now please get out of my classroom while I still think highly of you," The young teen knew better than to annoy her piano teacher. She picked up her sheets of music, stuffed them on her bag and left the room.

The auburn haired walked through the high school halls, with embarrassment noticeable on her face.

"Phoebe Artemis Galanis please report to the office," she heard through the intercom.

It wasn't the first time she had been called into the office of course. It was very common she and her brother Apollo were asked by the school administration to perform in some type of event, to pick stuff up for professors or even to substitute classes. They were the model students of the school, each capable of mastering any instrument. While her brother was really good with any string instrument, she was better in percussion, wind and the piano.

Apollo and Artemis were as different as they were alike. Being twin siblings, they were in a constant state of fighting. Between the "who's older" debate and the "I have more talent than you" fight, they never seize to take any opportunity to criticize each other.

They both were the most popular students in the whole Olympic Musical Conservatory High School, or how many students like to call it, hell. You see, only about 100 students from all around the world got to stay at the high school. It was the elite of the elite. If you wanted to be a professional musician, didn't matter what genre of music, it was expected to go to OMC to have a secure future. With only 25 students per grade, the school maintained its high standards of admission. It didn't matter if your family had money or not, admission was based purely on talent.

Of course, having money did help the process by a long shot. This was the case for the twins. The father of the twins, Zeus Galanis, was the billionaire owner of a multinational company with branches in almost every department. With his money, Zeus provided private music tutors to the twins, wanting to expose them to music from a really young age. Much was his surprise when he saw that he had two music prodigy's under his roof.

The majority of the people had no idea where this talent came from, as Zeus was the most tone-deaf person in existence and Hera was really bland in all aspects. What some believed was that the twins were born to a Mistress of Zeus called Leto, the daughter of one of the world most influential musician. Nobody knew if this was true, but it seemed to be considering the difference between both twins and their supposed mother.

Since discovering their talent, Zeus made both twins take on every instrument he could afford (which was all of them). But still, since a very young age, Artemis knew that her passion wasn't music. Her passion was archery, she never missed a shot. When she did this, she felt free and careless. Nevertheless, there wasn't an opportunity where she could tell her father her deal passion.

'Father, I don't want to keep doing music. I don't like it much, I never have. What I really want to do is archery.' She had thought of telling her father.

'How dare you?! After all the effort I've put on you! Do you know how many children pray they were born with your talent?! You should be ashamed' was the reply she had imagined her father would've given her over and over again

Even while being the most popular girl in the whole school, she never had any relationship. The closest she had gone was with an ex-alumn named Orion. He was an expert Cello player, able to improvise an entire opera. She had fallen head over heels for him, and he had too. Then, the day she was going to confess her love to him, a violent heart failure problem took his life. She cried in agony for days, mourned for months, and even now she wasn't completely over him.

He was the only boy who had ever looked at her in that way. Artemis wasn't an ugly girl, on the contrary. She was one of the most beautiful girls imaginable. Long silky auburn hair came down a little over shoulder length, a healthy tan on her skin made her shine under the moonlight. But what always stood out was the color of her eyes, moonlight silver.

Even when she was the closest thing to a goddess, her love life was as depressing as can be. No boys wanted to be with her, all the girls asked her for advice and the only guy who had returned her feelings had died a spontaneous death. It would be an understatement to say that Artemis wasn't the happiest girl alive.

And now, in a school where it was more important to know how to play a key in drums (as hard and stupid as that sounds) than her formal education, she felt even more depressed.

A depression not caused by insecurity, but rather at lack of opportunities. Not lack of money or lack of popularity, just the feeling that all her life she has been forced to do a thing she has never liked much.

Artemis walked directly to the office, not really nervous as to why she had been asked there. As she stepped in, she saw that sitting in a black chair was a new student. He had black hair and a swimmers body, but that was as far as she could see.

"Hi Olga, why did you call me?" Artemis asked the receptionist

"Good Afternoon Artemis. There is a new student and the principal has asked for you to give him a tour. He's just outside sitting in a chair," she leaned forwards to tell Artemis something "make sure he feels welcomed, if anything happens to him we are screwed" she told the young girl, who just nodded in understanding.

"Alright Olga, I'll try my best," Artemis replies, walking to the chair outside. She stood in front of the new kid started talking

"Hey I'm Artemis and I'm going to be giving you a tour of hell-I mean OMC. What's your name?" She asked the new kid.

He looked up to see the beautiful girl who had just talked to him. His sea green eyes met her silver ones, each of hem breath-taken by the other.

"I-I'm Perseus Jackson, but just call me Percy," he said stuttering a little

"Pleasure" Artemis extended her hand to make a handshake with the new kid

"The pleasure is all mine" Perch Jackson said with a toothy grin.