Author: TheLadySongSerenade PM
Previously "Academy of the Gods" but improved. Helen's the living legend of Hera. Sigh... Oh the times, trials and woes of being an adolescent jealous beotchy goddess in high school...Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 8 - Words: 21,605 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 09-09-11 - Published: 06-18-11 - id: 2924781
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Helllooo my lovelies. Welcome to the new and improved story which once was "the Academy of the Gods". It's not entirely improved and I'm still working on it, but have funn. Please read and then review. Even if you're just skimming. And add it to your update alert list! There will be updates... hopefully :) fingers crossed! Okay, I'll shut up now.
xoxo ~ Misty
The bell rang. Immediately, the teacher began roll call. "Zachary Anderson."
"He's not here, ma'am," a girl near the door said.
"Okay, thank you." The teacher moved on. "Alexander and Diana Draehan."
"Yo." A sunny looking boy with light green eyes flashed a blinding grin to the room at large. "'Sup?" He ran a hand through his bleach golden hair.
"Present," his sister, looked bored. Unlike the boy, she had a mass of dark brown hair shot through with streaks of white-silvery blonde. Her eyes were dark pools of deep forest green in her face which she used to shoot a glare at her ostentatious twin.
A kid burped. "Sorry."He ran a hand through his dark curls and rubbed them over his pasty face. "Had too much to drink last night."
The teacher didn't bat an eye. "Wonderful. Haydon Gold."
A emo looking boy with gaunt, pale white skin grunted. There were dark circles under his dark eyes which seemed painfully big in his shadowed face.
And the roll call continued. "Vivienne Marenstein."
"Whatever. Love me, adore me, do whatever you want. Just do it on your own time and don't bother me." A golden-haired, blue-eyed beauty examined her nails through narrowed eyes. She pursed her perfect lips. "Damn, this nail is chipped." She reached into her Prada bag and pulled out three different colors of nail polish.
"Ms. Marenstein, please." The teacher's sweet voice was sharp. She called the next name. "Minerva Presely."
"Here," a girl with ash-blonde hair and intelligent, sharp, flashing gray eyes replied. She closed her book and sat at her desk, facing the front of the room at attention.
The small dark girl in the corner looked up from doodling. Her amber eyes blazed with a hidden light. "Here."
The hulking, scowling boy rolled his eyes. "Here - can I leave now?"
The woman ignored him, calling the next student on her list. "Peter Trident."
"Yo, wassup?" The surfer dude bumped fists with Alexander Draehan. His hair was dark, almost black, his skin a tan golden brown. His eyes were an odd mix of blue, green, and gray, and seemed to be roiling like the sea itself during a storm.
The teacher looked less than pleased. "The sky. Victor Ussen."
"Here." The boy was plain, especially compared to the beauty of the other students in the room. He was tall and broad shouldered and had a sort of unseen air of strength about him.
An elfish looking boy with fiery hair glanced up. His mischievous eyes were a sky-blue speckled green. "What? Oh, hi." He sank further down into his seat, his wiry build seeming to fold in on itself.
A cheerful looking girl with hair the light brown-gold color of wheat smiled serenely. "Can we have class outside today? It's such a beautiful day."
The teacher pursed her lips. "No. Helen Zalvenson."
The tall, lanky, proud looking girl near the door who had spoken up before straightened up. "Here."
The teacher put down her list. "Good. Now, I'm Ms. M—"
The door flew open to reveal a boy standing in the entrance. The boy was gorgeous but arrogant. He had dark blonde hair, and his eyes were a breathtaking green. He seemed to fairly crackle with energy.
The teacher now looked positively miffed. "Ah, Mr. Anderson, I presume. Please, take a seat."
"Zachary, please, Ms. Mahoney." The boy shot her a heartbreaking grin. "But you can call me Zach if you prefer."
The teacher ignored him. "As I was saying, my name is Ms. Mahoney. Καλώς ήρθατε στην ακαδημία των Θεών. Welcome to the Academy of the Gods."
"Σας ευχαριστώ για την υποδοχή σας."
Helen was surprised when she heard her classmates answering Ms. Mahoney in Greek. She was even more shocked when she realized she was saying it too and actually understood what they were saying. Thank you for your welcome. She wrinkled her nose at the words. It was such an odd way of speaking, so formal.
"Excuse me, Ms. Mahoney," the gray-eyed Minerva spoke up. "I was just wondering, why exactly was this school named the Academy of the Gods?"
Ms. Mahoney looked surprised. "Well, because its students are gods."
Zach ran a hand through his hair. "I always knew I had god-like qualities."
Helen rolled her eyes. He was such a self-absorbed ass.
Vivienne stopped painting her nails long enough to ask Ms. Mahoney. "Wait, so I'm a goddess? Which one?"
Ms. Mahoney's mouth twisted into a slightly mocking smile. "You can't guess?"
Vivienne shook her head. "I'm so beautiful I could be any goddess I wanted." She puckered her lips in thought. "Wait, I'm the gorgeous goddess Venus."
Ms. Mahoney grinned briefly. "You got it."
"I thought so." Vivienne smirked haughtily. She paused, "What was she the goddess of again?"
Minerva answered with a condescending tone, "You don't even know who your own goddess is? She's the goddess of love and beauty."
Vivienne flipped her hair. "Of course I knew that." She sneered at Minerva. "And I suppose you think you're so clever. Do you even know who you are?"
Minerva fixed the other blonde with a steely look. "Well, of course. I am the goddess Minerva, better known to the Greeks as Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle. My father was Zeus, and when I was born, I sprang from his split head in full armor." She hesitated looking uncertain, "I am right, aren't I, Ms. Mahoney?"
Ms. Mahoney nodded approvingly, "Yes, that was very good, Minerva. That is exactly right."
"I know who I am," Peter interjected. He struck a heroic pose. "I am Poseidon, god of the seas!"
"Yes, you are Neptune," Ms. Mahoney agreed. "Lord of all the Seas, one of the three brothers." She turned to look at the twins. "I think you two can guess which of the gods you are."
Alexander grinned. "I'm Apollo the sun god, aren't I?"
Ms. Mahoney laughed at his exuberance, "Yes, Alexander, you are Apollo. God of the sun among other things."
Alexander nudged his slightly less excited sister. "Hey, D, that makes you the moon goddess!"
"What did I tell you about elbowing me, Alex?" his sister asked crossly. "I don't know what you're so excited about – it's a whole lot of rubbish if you ask me."
Alex smothered the grumpy goddess with a hug, "Good thing nobody asked you then, isn't it, love?"
Diana blushed furiously. "Alex," she hissed.
He nuzzled her cheek, "Aw, c'mon, Di. You know you love me."
Helen watched the alleged huntress push her brother away. "Not presently, I don't. Ugh, I hate men!"
Helen couldn't resist laughing. Her laughter was cut short when the other goddess fixed her with her icy glare. "What are you laughing at?"
Helen fixed on her most impassive face. "I was only laughing because it seems to me like you really are Artemis, she was famed for being a man-hater, you know."
Diana looked slightly appeased and pleased. "Well, yes, she was, wasn't she?"
"And still is, apparently," her slightly disgruntled brother muttered.
Hestiana spoke up, "I'm Hestia, aren't I?"
"That's right," Ms. Mahoney agreed. "You are Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, sometimes considered to be one of the Twelve Great Olympians, sometimes not."
Hestiana nodded. "Yeah, right." She poked the goth boy. "Hey, Haydon, I guess that makes you Hades."
Haydon grunted. "Great, just what I wanted," he answered sarcastically. "To be the worst gambler in the world."
"Well at least now no one can say anything about the way you dress, Cuz," Hestiana laughed at him.
Helen was shocked when the dangerous looking boy stuck his tongue out and poked the tiny girl in return. "Shut up, Esti."
Dirk burped in his sleep. Minerva looked at him with distaste and a wrinkled nose. "He's Dionysus, isn't he?" She asked Ms. Mahoney pointing.
Ms. Mahoney nodded. Her face expressed mutual disgust. "Unfortunately." She looked at Victor and Herman. "Vulcan, or Hephaetus, god of the forge, and Hermes, or Mercury, messenger of the gods and god of thieves among other things." She pointed to each respectively.
"I love being outside in the beautiful nature," Demetra put in. "Which goddess am I?"
Ms. Mahoney grimaced slightly. "Demeter, goddess of the grain."
Demetra's pretty face looked slightly disappointed. "Just grain?" she asked in a small voice.
"No," Ms. Mahoney appeased. "You are the goddess of grain and the harvest, so basically anything to do with growing things, but not earth."
"Yay!" She squealed.
Helen put a hand up to her ear, wincing in pain. "Ouch," she muttered.
Zach grinned ruefully at her, the same expression of pain on his face. "She's got quite a squeak, doesn't she?"
Helen pursed her lips disapprovingly, "And you're quite obnoxious, aren't you?"
"Touché," he acknowledged. "Too bad I like cute, smart girls."
She smirked. "Too bad she doesn't seem all that smart then and I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a British accent."
"Well I never said I was talking about her," he said his gaze unwavering on her.
She shied away slightly, laughing nervously. "It's too bad none of us are British," she said putting an emphasis on her American accent.
His eyes darkened a shade. "Eh, the accent's just an added bonus."
Helen rolled her eyes at him. "What do you want, Zachary?"
Zach looked at her seriously for a moment. Before he could reply though, Ms. Mahoney interrupted, "I'm going to hazard a guess that you two already know each other?"
Helen's face was etched with disgust. "I had the misfortune of growing up with the moron."
"Our mothers are close friends," Zach replied at the same time.
"The legends have a way of working themselves out!" Ms. Mahoney declared triumphantly.
"Yeah, okay," Helen snorted. "Whatever that means."
"I think you know what it means," Ms. Mahoney winked at her.
Helen blushed. "I haven't the slightest idea," she protested weakly.
"Well I have no idea what either of you are talking about," Zach interrupted. "And I'm kinda feeling out of the loop. Does anyone want to fill me in?"
Ms. Mahoney's playful look became more strained. "You, Zachary, are Zeus, or Jupiter, Lord of the Skies. And she," she gestured at Helen. "Is Hera, or Juno, goddess of marriage and family, among other things, and Queen of the Gods."
"Wait…" Zach's smile was so big it practically had its own address. "So what you're saying is that I, Zachary Anderson, who for some strange reason have been rated hot bad boy but still a loser for most of my life, am Zeus, King or lord or whatever, of all them," he moved his hand in an all-encompassing gesture. "And she," he looked pointedly at Helen, "Is Hera, the Queen, which makes her…"
"Shut up, Zachary," Helen snarled.
Zach grinned at her. "Not on your life, sweetheart."
Helen pushed back her seat slowly. Just as slowly, she rose gracefully to her feet, her head down. When she raised her face to the room, it was as impassive as it was when she was talking to Diana. The only sign of her rage were her glinting peacock colored eyes. "Ms. Mahoney," she said quietly to the teacher. "I must confess that I can't decide if I should believe you or run out of the room screaming like Cerberus is after me. But either way, I want nothing to do with this. Got that? No part, whatsoever." She stepped away from her desk and carefully pushed the chair in. "This is not what I signed up for and so I'm going to leave now. I will stop by the principal's office to notify them. If you would be so kind as to inform him that I am on my way, I would appreciate it." The teacher simply nodded. Helen's air of command was unmistakable. What was also unmistakable was the Greek she was speaking. She didn't realize it, but her whole speech was in Greek, and not just any kind of Greek, it was Greek of the Ancient variety. Helen addressed the class, in English this time. "It was very nice meeting you all, but I'm afraid I won't be staying. Good-bye." She turned towards the boy blocking the door. "Move, Zach," she snarled.
A startled Zachary opened the door for her as she swept past him, out of the room.
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