The Girl After Iris

"How do you expect me to help her? She's so clueless. Look at the way she writes, she doesn't know what she's doing. Her pen, is lop-sided, indicating she isn't bothered." She thought to herself while the teacher leant over her expecting to make a move. Her hands clenched, she could feel her back tensing. No, Orrie, this isn't the right time. I know it's difficult to fit in with these, people, however you have to. Don't let this control you.
"Yeah well I didn't choose this did I?" Orrie huffed.
"What was that miss Canaan?" Mrs Ryan quickly pulled the frame of her glasses down her nose, as her beady eyes stared into Orrie's eyes.
Orrie stared back like it was a game, although she'd win of course. She has to control the most difficult things in the most unusual way possible. Otherwise, someone's going to die.

The clashes of a young girl facing to be the next, maybe last, and only Demigod left. Her decisions may alter, when she has to deal with being normal, and finding the path she has to take on which she has to survive, to let the long reign of Demigods carry on. If she fails, her relationship with the Iris, and the past, will break, and she will be lost.