Part I of My Story!
It was a nice, peaceful, and quiet day at Geneva Middle School. Quiet, that is, except for students talking, teachers lecturing, principles yelling, and Christine. “Pat! Pat!” she yelled from down the hall, “Pat! I have to pet your head! Ha! Your hair’s funny!” Pat, who had been walking through the hall to get to his next class, stopped and turned around, allowing Christine to pet his head. “Why do you always insist on petting my head? My hair’s not as cool as Anton’s. He is the master of hair- I’m just an apprentice,” he questioned. Christine looked confused, “Right………” she responded.
Just then, Kally was seen dashing down the hall towards them. “Hey! I wrote my newspaper! See- I included Annie’s death list! Hehehe! Hey- I have to go to science, see ya!” she said very quickly, handing them the newspaper and sprinting up the stairs. Pat and Christine looked at each other and began to read the paper, which was quite funny, and included an interesting account of Bagelboy, Annie’s stalker. Bagelboy was once again mentioned on page three, where Annie’s death list was written. The two continued reading the paper as Annie stormed up to the group, a paper in hand. “Look at this!” she screamed, shoving the paper under Christine and Pat’s noses. “Bob wrote a suggested deathlist in his paper, and Mrs. S#&% found it.” “Wait, isn’t Bob your split personality that lives in your hand?” questioned Pat, slightly amused. “NO. Bart is my split personality, and he DOESN’T live in my hand, he lives at boarding school in SWITZERLAND. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?” Extremely annoyed, Annie stormed away; talking to two little dots of ink on her hand, which she had named Bart.
***Meanwhile***
“Anton! Do you want a smily face sticker?” questioned Lana. “Ooh! I want a smily face sticker!” said Jessie. “Me too!” requested Marie. “Okay! I have a lot of stickers!” responded Lana happily. “We get them free in the mail ‘cause my dad gets so many magazines!” “Oh- these smily face stickers remind my of a quote I read online once, it was...” Anton was interupted by Lia’s voice, as she approached the group. “You guys- is ice cream a sin? Cause if it is, I’m going to &%*#.” “HEY!” yelled Lana, and poked Lia continuosly on the arm. “OW! Al! Help! Hide me!!!!!!!!!” Lia screamed, running behind Al (short for Allison), so that Lana could no longer reach her. “Look, everybody! I got a new hillbilly calender! Isn’t it the greatest?” asked Al, trying to get Lana to stop attacking Lia with pokes. Jessie, Marie, Anton, Lia, and Lana all gathered around Al to observe to cartoons of hillbillys farming.
***Later, At Lunch***
“Hi Matt!”Greeted Christine, as he walked by the girls’ lunch table. Lunch was always amusing, partly because Lana, Christine, Annie, Al(lison), Jessie, Lia, Marie, and Kally all sat by each other, and also because Anton, Toby (nicknamed T-Click), Kevin, Sam, Bob, Matt, and Pat all sat at the other end of the table. “Hey Sam! Are you going with Anton, Kevin, and T-Click to the track meet today? We’re playing against Justice, Christine’s old school!” “Um, no…. I have a swim meet. Sorry,” he replied. Sam and Matt continued on towards the lunch line. A few minutes later, as Matt was walking back to his table with lunch in had, he stopped to talk to Lia. “Hey- are you going to do high-jump at the meet today?” he asked. “Ya,” she replied. “You know, you could stop grinning like that. Just because you’re the best high jumper in the school doesn’t mean you can go around doing that.” Matt just smiled and continued walking. A short while of a long time later, lunch and the rest of the schoolday was over and the entire track team was outside. They had just finished spelling out “Geneva”, which was Mr. Crook’s weird idea for a team chant, and Kally, Lana, Lia, and Christine were conversing animately with Anton and his friends. “Ya, there was this weird little forth grader who was over by the discus and sticking her hand down these snake holes…Anton told her that there were animals in it and she just said ‘I know’ and looked at him in a dreamy way. It was really funny,” said Kevin. “Ha! Quinton’s got a forth grade girl in love with him!” said Lia, pointing and laughing at him. “GAH!” screeched Kally, as she saw a guy beat Charl “Lombarde” in the mile run. Pat was running behind both of them, and the group cheered him on. Just then, Bob and Sam approached from the parking lot. “My swim meet was cancelled,” Sam said, “and Bob said he was coming to see the track meet, so I came too.” “Yay!” smiled Kally, “And look who else is here! Marie and Jessie made it!” Everyone welcomed them, and in a few minutes, Al showed up, half-dragging Annie. “Hey!” Lana yelled to them from across the track, “It’s 66.6 repeating percent of our designated cheer-section!” As the group walked across the field to catch up with Annie and Al, Pat, Lia, and Matt joined them; Pat’s face as red as his hair after finishing the mile, and Matt telling Lia that he was better than her at high jump. Just then, as the whole group met just underneath the football goalpost, the strangest thing happened. Lightning, appearing from the cloudless sapphire blue sky, struck the goalpost, rebounded, and hit everyone in the group. They were knocked off their feet and went unconcious….
***Later***
Lana sat up slowly, very dizzy, and looked around her. They were no longer on the infield. They were no longer, in fact, at the track meet at all. Lana found herself and the others in the center of a large, white marble courtyard. On all sides were paths leading to white towers, surrounded in what looked like- clouds? Lana got to her feet and was releived to see everyone else was regaining conciousness. She was not, however, releived to see that everyone was wearing white and gold robes, that looked very, well, Greek. Also, everyone had acquired in some unknown way various objects. Lana found herself holding a tiara, which, despite the extremely odd situation, made sense, considering her great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather was the king of Norway, which would make her a princess. “WHAT THE F&%# IS GOING ON?” yelled Lia. Lana, this time, didn’t even bother to poke her. “Um…you guys?” Christine spoke, “I think that…well, I am Greek, and my parents and grandparents have been telling me stories about this for like, ever….” “GET TO THE POINT!”put in Annie. Christine spoke again, slowly. “I think we are, um..on Mount Olympus.” The entire group stared at her, puzzled. “Accourding to Newton’s 567th Law of Pointless Junk, there is no Mount Olympus….see, cause the climate described in myths is 500 degrees celcius warmer than the temperature should be at such an altitude. I learned that in my I’m-a-double-enriched-genius-class,” said T-Click. “THIS DOESN”T MAKE SENSE! I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE!” screamed Annie at the top of her lungs. Her yell echoed throughout the great expanse. “Careful,” responded Bob with a slight grin, “Don’t forget what happened last time you made death threats.” “YA, NO THANKS TO YOU!!!!!! Hey- I can kill you! And look- I have this handy little pitchfork-thing to stab you with!” With that, Annie began chasing Bob around the little courtyard. Everyone talked with one another loudly, trying to figure out what the heck had happened. “YOU GUYS!” yelled Kally above the noise. Everyone was silent, and Annie even stopped chasing Bob with her pitchfork. “You know how everyone has been given a bunch of stuff- like Annie’s pitchfork?” The group nodded and looked at her as if to say “so what?” But Kally continued, “Well, I was given these scrolls, and look what this one says!” Kally read the scroll aloud:
Everyone present has been brought here for a reason. The Greek gods and goddesses are long since gone, but there is still the possibility that they can be re-created. Each person her will take the place of one of the Greek gods/goddesses, except for Dionysius, considering he was the god of wine and no one here is over 21. Anyways, each person has been assigned to take the role of one Greek god or goddess: Hera, Aphrodite, Athena, Demeter, Hephaestus, Artemis, Hestia, Persephone, Zeus, Apalla, Poseidon, Hermia, Ares, Hades, and Pan.
Lana, you will be taking the role of Hera, the head goddess and the goddess of marriage.
Christine, you will be taking the role of Aphrodite goddess of beauty and love.
Annie, you will take the place of Athena, goddess of war and knowledge (hence the tritant, NOT pitchfork).
Al, you will take the place of Demeter, goddess of agriculture.
T-Click will take the role of Hephaestus, god of crafts.
Kevin, the role of Artemis, god of hunting.
Jessie, the role of Hestia, goddess of happiness.
Lia, the role of Persephone, goddess of the underworld, (Ice Cream and Lombarde are sins).
Anton, the role of Zeus, the leader of all the gods and goddesses.
Marie, Apalla, goddess of music.
Sam, Poseidon, god of the sea.
Kally, Hermia, the messenger of the goddesses and gods (hence you have this scroll).
Bob, Ares, god of war (so you can fight with Annie the whole time).
Matt, Hades, god of the underworld (so you can laugh at Lia the whole time).
And Pat, you will take the role of Pan, the god of Shepards.
Each of you has a path leading to your own villa, overlooking Greece. You are, in fact, on Mount Olympus. The true reason you are here, however, you must wait and see.
Everyone looked at eachother. This whole thing made no sense at all. They could not all be gods and goddesses, and they could not be on Mount Olympus. “I guess,” said Christine in a slow, shaky voice, “That we should just follow the different paths and go to our own towers, as the scroll says.” Kevin and Toby smiled at her in an odd way. “What the heck is going on?” Christine asked Marie out of the corner of her mouth, smiling uncomfortably at them. Marie laughed, “You’re the goddess of love and beauty, remember?” “Right…” replied Christine, rolling her eyes. “I wonder if my pitchfor- I mean tritant- can send out bolts of lightening….” Pondered Annie. “Um, no, I’m the one who gets to hit people on the head with bolts of lightening. Didn’t you ever see Hercules?” responded Anton. “Me and Keegan were wondering if ice cream was a sin…”though Lia aloud. A few people snickered. Following Christine’s advice, the group decided to separate and look around this supposed Mount Olympus. On each path leading from the courtyard there was a symbol- containing a tritant, a tiara, a lightening bolt, a scroll, wheat, a lyre, a sheep, or other various icons. After finding their respectful path, each person ventured down it towards their castle-tower, not knowing what to expect in this strange new place called Olympus.
