Chapter seven- Athena
Usually when I walk into a classroom for the first time I expect something new to me or kind of strange. I do not expect some mortal woman impersonating the oracle of Delphi! When she rhymed she dropped some curse words in that made even Hecate cringe, and she as much of the goddess of magic and curses as I am goddess of wisdom and war, this makes Ares' blood boil. Granted, almost everything makes his blood boil. Every time I try to correct his actions (which do need correcting) he goes into a mortal-slaughtering rage! Although he does go into those often... right! second period. This dumb blonde was impersonating Delphi so badly that Apollo, god of poetry turned as red as his sun chariot. "And that is my latest poem! You may clap now." She said. No one clapped. Medusa made a sour face. Medusa frowned. “Do none of you desire to listen to me? Has my work for you been in vain? Can none of you simply listen to my poetry?” Medusa asked angrily. I put my hand to my forehead to see if I had a fever and was hallucinating. Nope. This woman was just being insane. No one, not one other teacher that I have ever met, has made me more sick to my stomach. “What does this have to do with English? I mean, that was pretty dramatic, but aren’t we here to learn about plays and scripts?” I ask. “can we just learn? I may be young, but anyone who knows me can agree that I’m kind of a wisdom freak. I’m the wisdom goddess for crying out loud!” The other students exchanged looks and agreed that was true. I smiled. Everyone agreed with me, and no one even liked Medusa. This was going just as I planned. Medusa seemed dumb anyways. My plan was obvious enough that the other students knew what I was doing, but Medusa clearly did not. “I agree with Athena for once.” Apollo said, speaking up. “What does all this have to do with drama? I am the god of poetry, after all; and the god of the oracle at Delphi. Because of that, I take your mimicry of my oracle to great offence.”All of the other students nodded in agreement. Medusa scowled. “I am infuriated that you think this! If anyone in this class in me that way, they will go to detention!” This comment frightened everyone because we all knew who was in charge of detention this year, Campe. She was a woman with snakes for hair, boar’s tusks, miniature animal heads around her waist, where her legs should have been was a dragon’s body, and worst of all, her eyes glowed red with pure hatred. Even though everyone in the school was immortal, if they got sent to detention, they would wish to go to the underworld to achieve death. It was true. Nobody wanted to be in detention this year, not even Hermes, who often found himself in trouble, due to theft.
Usually when I walk into a classroom for the first time I expect something new to me or kind of strange. I do not expect some mortal woman impersonating the oracle of Delphi! When she rhymed she dropped some curse words in that made even Hecate cringe, and she as much of the goddess of magic and curses as I am goddess of wisdom and war, this makes Ares' blood boil. Granted, almost everything makes his blood boil. Every time I try to correct his actions (which do need correcting) he goes into a mortal-slaughtering rage! Although he does go into those often... right! second period. This dumb blonde was impersonating Delphi so badly that Apollo, god of poetry turned as red as his sun chariot. "And that is my latest poem! You may clap now." She said. No one clapped. Medusa made a sour face. Medusa frowned. “Do none of you desire to listen to me? Has my work for you been in vain? Can none of you simply listen to my poetry?” Medusa asked angrily. I put my hand to my forehead to see if I had a fever and was hallucinating. Nope. This woman was just being insane. No one, not one other teacher that I have ever met, has made me more sick to my stomach. “What does this have to do with English? I mean, that was pretty dramatic, but aren’t we here to learn about plays and scripts?” I ask. “can we just learn? I may be young, but anyone who knows me can agree that I’m kind of a wisdom freak. I’m the wisdom goddess for crying out loud!” The other students exchanged looks and agreed that was true. I smiled. Everyone agreed with me, and no one even liked Medusa. This was going just as I planned. Medusa seemed dumb anyways. My plan was obvious enough that the other students knew what I was doing, but Medusa clearly did not. “I agree with Athena for once.” Apollo said, speaking up. “What does all this have to do with drama? I am the god of poetry, after all; and the god of the oracle at Delphi. Because of that, I take your mimicry of my oracle to great offence.”All of the other students nodded in agreement. Medusa scowled. “I am infuriated that you think this! If anyone in this class in me that way, they will go to detention!” This comment frightened everyone because we all knew who was in charge of detention this year, Campe. She was a woman with snakes for hair, boar’s tusks, miniature animal heads around her waist, where her legs should have been was a dragon’s body, and worst of all, her eyes glowed red with pure hatred. Even though everyone in the school was immortal, if they got sent to detention, they would wish to go to the underworld to achieve death. It was true. Nobody wanted to be in detention this year, not even Hermes, who often found himself in trouble, due to theft.