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“Jump” I thought as I walked closer to the edge, “Jump.”

            “Crystal, come here.” A voice called.

            “Jump.” Said a voice in my head, “Now, before it is too late.”

            “Crystal.” The voice yelled, “Don’t jump.”

            “Jump.” A voice hissed. I walked closer to the edge not listening to a word said.

            “Crystal.” The voice called, but I was already at the edge and about to jump. I kept walking and was two steps away from the way. “Crystal, don’t jump.” The voice sobbed. 

            “Jump.” Hissed the voice in my head, “Now.” I lunged toward the edge and made it two inches before a hand grabbed me.

            “Crystal, Wake up. You can’t just leave the world. Yes, the world is hard but you can’t just leave.” The voice called, as he dragged me back up the cliff side. The voice blurred as it shook me. I came around and saw who was holding me, Forrest.     

            Forrest had been my friend since 5^th grade. Now six years later something happened. I just don’t remember or I don’t want to. Times had been tough in my family. My older sister was about to get married to a sleazebag, who beat up his last girlfriend.  My younger brother had been diagnosed with a tumor in his left shoulder and he is going to have surgery. And my mother is stressed to the max because someone wants to kill her. And now I was failing Science and Math. What a family.

            Something or someone was trying to kill me or maybe it was just me that wished all of it to go away. The only person I could have turned to talk to was missing in my life, my dad. Apparently after I was born he disappeared. Now no one knows who he is or where he went. I wish I only knew.

            “What happened?” Carroll asked, “Oh the Gods.”

            Carroll had been a friend since I had moved to the neighborhood at grade 2. We went to Darrel Wallace Elementary together. Now she and I were working together on the school play put together by students only.

            She had been acting weird since she got into the Greek Mythology. I think she is just a little upset about failing the Reading “Greek Mythology” test. Also, another little quiz we took said she was like Ares, “The god of War.”

            “Crystal, Are you ok?” Forrest asks.

            “I don’t know. Something or someone wanted me dead. I….I…I don’t know what all is going on.” I crumble to the ground, “Help me please.”

            Carroll grabbed Spencer and Forrest over to one side and started talking. I still kneel there, crying.

            “It’s time to tell her.” Carroll whispered.

            “Not yet. Not the right time.” Spencer argued.

            “I will tell her, when the time is right….” Forrest started.

            “Think you can escape me. Huh” A voice called, “Wrong again, Mrs. Carroll.”

            “Hera, Goddess of all Goddess’s. What do you want?” Carroll remarked with an attitude.

            “Oh, I don’t know. It’s just that Ares wants you. And what Ares wants, he gets.” Hera hissed.

            “Sorry but I don’t want him now.” Carroll remarked.

            “Sorry, but you don’t get your way.” Hera argued.

            “Carroll.” I got up and walked up to her, “What is this all about?”

            “You haven’t told her.” Hera grinned an evil grin.

            “Haven’t told me what?” I plead, “Carroll, what is going on here?”

            “Daughter of Zeus doesn’t know what’s going on. There’s a shock.” Hera laughed.

            “Carroll. Please tell me.” I beg.

            “Well, the Greek Gods and Goddess’s really exist.” Forrest answers, “You are the daughter of Zeus. You’re the only and final child of Zeus after the big war between the “Big Three.”

            “What? NO. Not me. I mean. I can’t. I…I…I don’t believe it.” I stammer.

            “Believe it and weep.” Hera smiled, “Zeus would so be happy to hear about his child.”

            “Carroll, the quiz, it was real?” I ask.

            “Well, for those who are half bloods, yes. Mortals, no.” Spencer answered.

            “So who are your parents?” I ask.

            “Forrest is the son of Athena, Spencer is the son of Hermes, and I am the Daughter of ….” Carroll starts.

            “Ares.” I finish, “So if the Gods are real, then the monsters, like the Minatares and the Furies are real, too.”

            “Just don’t say their names, kid. It could be a problem.” Hera snapped.

            “What’s going to happen to us?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

            “ You shall stay at a camp for selfless brats like yourself..” Hera replies.

            “Camp H.B. “ Spencer finishes, “ for Half Bloods.”

            “Your ride will be here shortly Spencer, ya’ll.” Hera scuffs, “But Carroll, I’m your ride.”

            “No. You can’t make….” Carroll starts. But before she finishes, Hera grabs her arm and, poof, their gone.

            “Carroll.” Spencer yells.

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