Short sneek peek at: Battle of the Olympians(Please read :()

by Jeffrey in Texas

Before there was peace there was Chaos and Darkness, and rage. Destruction and all that is evil. It rained on the earth like a thousand suns blowing up. Choas was the Queen and ruler of all things. Then when she had children, they turned agaist her. they themselves created the Titans, and the Titans over came them. it became a tradition of the family to kill the father, and then there was Olympus. But Cronus didn’t give up. Cronus wanted revenge. But there was one person who wanted to Destroy all more than ever. Choas who spoke to Cronus isn a dream in the Death. Then the Battle began on Earth.

This seemed like  a stupid story to me, but I read it anyways. I mean who just comes back to get revenge on their family. Not your fault you were an evil witch who cuaeed Darkness and all that was within it. I mean I would turn agaist my mother if she was an evil witch of darkness. I sighed and then wrote down notes just to be sure that Burklewhits would know that I was lstenig. Clark was asleep with his long breads crossing over her shoudlers and his headphones still implanted around his neck. Then Abigail Lincon—A.K.A the love of my life—was writing furiously. I wondered if she enjoyed thios class anyways. Maybe she did. She was the best at it anyways. I turned the page to find some obsurd story about Apollo and Erebous. Turning yoiurself into a tree. What a cliché. I then turn the next page for a story about Zues and how he came to be which just relates back to the Intro story, how Zues turned agist Cronus , blah, blah, blah. I loked at the clock and it was still 1:00pm. Three hours left before we were relased. I groaned. It was a mystery why they evem created Greek Mythology. What was the point? Like Gods and Monsters were real. Theres a difference between Demons and the Devil and the Greek monsters that make no since at all. I then move on to the next page which I don’t feel like skimming so I pull out my blackberry and text Clark, but its pointless since even the loudest horn couldn’t wake him. Burklewhits was walking around the class. He was a man of 5’11 and shaggy hair that you could consider messy and he wore glasses that surprisingly didn’t tip on his nose. He was also very young to be a teacher. He ooked dead at me with that cold balck stare that made me shiver sometimes, but most of the time it made me hate the man even more.