I never wanted to die a dark watery death. Water was completely my opposite. If I had to pick a way to die I'd go for a bullet to the brain, because at least then I wouldn't feel anything. However...I can't die. I'm Immortal.
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Sitting in class got really boring. Espescially when you've learned the same stuff over and over again becuase your father insists you stay in school and protect your image. Well I say this, Image my foot.
But I have to do what my father says because he's the sun god.
Yep that's right I said sun-god. Like Apollo or Helios. Yeah the difference is I ain't a demigod. I'm an immortal goddess.
I'm about 70 or 80 years old. Not that old for a goddess right? Right. That's because I'm the goddess of rock music. And that didn't come around for a while. It all started with the birth of a few important people. Names I didn't care for learning because I'm lazy and don't like to read. Anyway...back to Calc.
Sitting in here in Calculus was boring. Boring with a capital B. Legitly boring.
Like the letter at the begining of the name I was thinking of for my teacher, Mrs. Seach. See, this lady had a problem with me. I don't know why but ever since the first day of school back in the 1980's she's hated me. Yep. I started school in the 1980s. Ok, I started high school in the 1980's. A girl can only learn elementary for so long without screaming. She hated me from the moment I walked in. She was a middle aged woman and so was I. If I was mortal I'd be about fifty two or somethin'.
"So Miss Apollo-" Yes that really was the surname I picked, "what is the answer to the problem?"
I glared at the bored acting as if I were some stupid eleventh grader who didn't know crap about this. "You should be paying attention to the board and not Mr. Tanner in front of you."
'Mr. Tanner' turned around and looked apologetic as I rolled my eyes. I looked Mrs. Seach directly in the eye and said, "If only you could see Mr. Tanner, what with that glass eye of yours."
Then the bell rang. Mrs. Seach (b****) called out the assignment for the weekend as we flew out the door not even listening to the old bat. "Were you really staring at me?" A curious sounding voice asked behind me.
I whirled around only to catch the green eyes of Mr. Brian Tanner.
Nice.
"Either that or my eyes were, like, short-circuiting or something." I snorted as I let him walk beside me. I brushed a black strand of hair out of my eyes.
"I thought that was only with machines?"
"Sure why not." I didn't really sound interested at all. That was the point. He shouldn't even think about me. That was just a load of trouble. I'm an immortal. Bad things happen between us and a mortal.
Usually.
"Ok. I'll see ya later?" He said sounding hurt as he walked away.
I didn't mind breaking his heart. He shouldn't get involved with a girl like me. I was...dangerous. Well, not dangerous. Just not his speed. I was an immortal goddess and he was a boy who'd barely hit puberty.
"DUDE!" A very pissed off voice called from behind me. My half-sister Colby the goddess of country music. Her sky blue eyes looked upset and slightly annoyed. She was probably annoyed with the fact that I just turned down one of the hottest guys in school.
"What? You know were not supposed to get involved!" I hissed.
"That's what Zeus the Whore always tells us." She snorted. "I'm still not too sure whether or not he meant himself as well, and when he stops doing it then so will I."
I snorted at her odd behaviour. "Why must you piss grandfather off?"
"Why must you turn down every cute guy in our school."
"Touche."
"Good afternoon daughter," He exclaimed happily.
"Sup dad?"
"Not much. Except your mother wants to see you." His expression was slightly less happy when he said the word mother. He never much liked my mom. It's a good thing they were really wasted when I was conceived. See my mom is Euterpe the Muse of Music and she hates my dad since he's kinda incompetant and lazy, being the sun god. Well I think she's a b**** since she's the music Muse.
"What does she want?" I said snorting as Muse poured through my speakers.
"She's your mother. Which means go talk to her."
"I dun wanna." I mumbled getting some ambrosia from the cupboard and eating it.
"Too bad." He said flouncing up stairs into his room where I heard an inapproprate giggle cascade down the stairs. "Ew." I said getting up and walking out the door.
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I met up with Colby and Stephanie on the way to Euterpe's villa. See Stephanie is the new edition to the Muses, she's the Muse of Art. As well as my best friend other than Colby. But Colby was my sister so she didn't really count.
"Hey bitches." I said floucing down the hill as the giant villa came into view.
"Hey." They answered at the same time. They didn't seem all that upbeat or any bit peppy. Blah... anyway I narrowed my eyes and asked, "Oh crapes what's with the crazy now?"
They looked at me like I was a dead goddess. I thanked Apollo I was immortal. "Okkk then." I walked away hearing their whispers as I crossed myself. See that was a joke between me and my good friend Billie Joe. When he's on stage he'll do it during a few of his songs like "Holiday". He even did that in the music video. Nice right? I gave him the idea. After all we're half-siblings.
"Roxanne."
"Mother-oh-dearest." I shot back my voice dripping with it's usual saracasm.
She looked at me with daggers for eyes as the other Muses stopped playing to look over at the new distraction. Me. Euterpe dismissed them with a flick of her hand.
"What do you want mom?" I asked rudley putting in my earphone and leaving the other one dangling.
"What? A mother can't see her own daughter?' She asked with fake kindess.
"With you I usually have to lie and deceive."
"Well this time it's diffrent. It's news from one the Olympians." She said seriously this time. I looked at her and my eyebrows furrowed.
"If this is a joke it's not funny." See in Olympus the Olypians were treated like royalty and some of the lesser gods were treated like, well, not.
"It's no joke."
"Who's it from?"
"Aphrodite."
"Awh crap."
THAT'S ALL I GOT SO FAR. xD Heh.
Subject: Finding My Saviour. 
Sun Jan 02, 2011 3:00 am
