Children of the Gods

I always knew I was different from most people but you know in a normal way though but no my freaking life just had to fuck me over. Sorry for the language, but allow me to explain myself. My name is Kathryn and my life is so freaking weird. So my day started pretty normal or at least as normal as the day of a 14 year-old can get. I had my alarm clock set to about 5:45 am even though the night before I had stayed up until 1:00 am just scrolling through tumblr. This fact made me feel so fucking tired and it was so fucking cold. I just lied there for like 40 minutes changing positions and snuggling in the wonderful softness of the blankets until my mother started screaming at me to get out of bed. I tore off my pajamas and frantically looked around for some clothes I decided on some black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie. Call me crazy but, I just feel like the color black just kind of helps me blend in with my background. I don't really like conflict or just people in general so this is in my benefit to wear black sometimes it even feels like I almost melt into the shadows. So after getting dressed frenetically I grabbed my iPhone and ran downstairs and grabbed a bowl and some cereal not sure what it was but I ate it and ran out the door to the bus stop because it left at 7:00 and it was already 6:55. I got to the bus just barely ( it was literally pulling away) but I did make it. When I got on the bus went to the front of the bus right behind the driver because other students tend to stay away from the front. I just like to lay my head against the window and listen to music. Off to prison I thought also known as Grimmel public high and middle school.
We arrived at school sometime around 7:55 which was an average time even though we were supposed to be in class at 8:00. This gave those of us on the bus enough time to run and get our stuff and just barely make it to class on time. This year my classes were biology, algebra, english, PE, history, orchestra (which I was not particularly good at), and we had a foreign language elective which I chose to be Chinese. After almost half of the day passed it was almost time for lunch in boredom I looked at the clock as if maybe I could force it to move by my sheer willpower, but it refused to budge. The teacher was explaining something about quadratic formulas when the bell finally went off. I packed up my things and I ran to the lunch room. In my school the good food (if you could call it food) was normally out first so you had to run to get it really. After running down 2 flights of stairs I got to the spacious lunch room where I got in line for 'mashed potatoes with chicken and gravy' once I got my food I sat down at an uninhabited table in the corner where I started to eat my 'food'. Probably one of my only friends Lyle other walked over but more like limped over (he told me he'd been in a car accident a bunch of years ago). Lyle keeps to himself a lot like me but a little more outgoing which is probably why we became friends. To describe his appearance he has blonde hair on which he wore a black beanie he is about my height and build. Which means somewhere close to 5'3. I am so short. He dresses a bit brighter than me in this case a lot brighter he was wearing a neon orange t-shirt with electric blue skinny jeans.
"Hey Kathy how were your first few classes?" He asked casually. Using a nickname he knew I hated.
"Well I guess it went fine but I just have not been feeling great today almost like someone has been watching me like I am being hunted or something, I know it sounds really stupid." Suddenly he went really pale like scary pale. "Dude, are you ok?"
"Yeah," he muttered "I'm fine."
"Okay." I didn't believe him. This was not like him he was always the chillest person in the room never worrying about anything.
After a few minutes of eating in silence Lyle spoke up saying.
"Hey, what are you doing after school today?"
"Same as always, getting yelled at my crazy mom, I don't know."
"So do you want to do something after school?"
Suddenly suspicious I responded. "Maybe, what does something entail?"
"I don't know, something fun."
Something fun from his perspective was not always as fun from mine. This one time we went to a nature reserve and walked around I mean it wasn't completely boring but he just seemed way too excited by everything there. Also out of the corner of my eye I am pretty sure I saw him eating a tin can, A TIN CAN!!! I mean who does that?! I never confronted him about this but it has remained in the back of my mind.
"Sure whatever."
"Ok, can we meet by the front entrance after school?"
"I don't know CAN we?" Exaggerating the word 'can'.
He looked at me exasperated.
"Yeah, we can." With this response he seemed to be relieved. I wasn't sure why.
"Are you fine with Dean coming too? He asked.
"I don't care." I had no problem with it since we were good friends even though lately we were starting to become something more. At that moment Dean walked up.
"Don't care about what?"
"About you being there for the thing after school." I explained.
He nodded knowingly. "Can I sit down with you guys?"
Sure was what I meant to say but I almost choked on a piece of food and what came out sounded like a cross between a garble and a scream. Luckily I didn't die but I was embarrassed.
"What?" Dean said almost laughing his dark curly hair falling in front of his eyes.
"Sure, is what I said." Looking kind of red.
"Thanks, guys." Pushing the hair off of his face still smiling like he was going to explode.
He sat down and started eating for a second I stared at him and then he stared at me we stared at each other for almost a minute and we laughed for a little bit. Lyle looked at us like we were crazy but then he just shrugged his shoulders as if to say whatever. We went back to eating our food which was beginning to get cold because we kept talking. We had a few words, we finished our food, and went to our next class which conveniently we had together.
This was the only class we had all together, unfortunately it was biology so we were actually supposed to concentrate on the teacher. For some reason Lyle always seemed to already know a lot about what we would study. It was sometimes very helpful but often it was a bit annoying because he would chime in with the right answer every time drawing attention to us at the back of the room which contained of Lyle, Dean, Me, and this girl named Amara. Amara is one of those people who is annoyingly cheerful and really popular. She hates Dean and I but she is quite friendly to Lyle who is nice to her.
Class started normally with much yelling from the students. The lesson today was about organelles this is about the time I usually started to tune out and think about random stuff but, this wasn't usually. Suddenly someone in the room screamed. Then all hell broke loose. When I say this I mean almost literally there were these things that morphed out of a few students and the teacher looked like demons. They had reptilian legs which I would equate to the tails of snakes.
"Di Immortales! It's Scythian Dracaena." Lyle half yelled.
"What?!" I screamed at him over the chaos of the room. I mean really what!? How does he know what they are? And what does that even mean?
"Run!" He yelled.
Dean, Amara, and the other students had already left the room in a panic so decided it would be smart to follow. Apparently so did Lyle we ran down some stairs and found Dean and Amara (regrettably in the case of Amara) outside with the other students. Instead of his normally happy go lucky self Lyle looked incredibly serious. He spoke as if one wrong move would kill us all.
"Guys those things are after us I do have a place in mind that we could go but..." He trailed off.
"But, what?!" I shook him.
"But it's in New York on Long Island." He muttered.
Being in Grand Rapids, Michigan this would not be one of the most convenient places to go. I started to think maybe we could 'borrow' a car. No, that would be too risky. We could take the bus or the train. Yes, that might work depending on cost. Before I could speak up about the whole bus train thing his face lit up with a knowing smile.
"If we stayed somewhere for a few hours we could call someone like Percy or Annabeth to pick us up!"
Dean looking at Lyle very confused said. "What is going on and who are Percy and Annabeth?"
Amara looked like she could less about the situation and wanted to walk away. I feel Lyle was using some sort of Jedi mind trick to get her to stay.
Lyle started to give a quick explanation to us even though we were by now running down the street with the Dracaena slithering behind us.
"Well currently you guys are getting attacked by a monster." Lyle started to explain.
"No shit!" I yelled at him.
"You three are demigods who should be taken back to camp where you can learn about whatever abilities you have and use them productively."
That was a lot to take in in just a few seconds since we were running and needed to watch out for random objects such as mailboxes and cars (I mean those are so random when you are running in the middle of a street).
We made it to my house which was a bit run down almost. Basically, we did not even completely own the house we were renting. The white (if you could call it that) siding was coming off, we had leaky pipes, and the door on the porch was almost off of its hinges. I had my key with me so we could get into the house. My mom was at work so we did not have to worry about her coming home and being angry and screaming at us. We went in the house and got some water which helped with what had been so much running. We laid down on the sofa without taking shoes or anything and just rested. Amara started complaining about how the house had no AC. The rest of us were too tired argue with her. Lyle got up and called Percy and Annabeth whoever those people were. They were gonna come and pick us up in an hour or two which gave me enough time to think about what just happened.

Notes

I am sorry about grammar errors, spelling errors, and such. This is my first story please don't blame me. Also please tell me if I escalate the plot too quickly or do not include enough detail about a place or situation.