When the population is potentially at the risk to be brought into extinction, a hero must rise to save it.
Come join Hermius in his adventures, starting from a classroom and heading straight into the pits of the underworld. Troubles with the god, my...
The Storm Outside Rumbles. The Clock Ticks Faster Than A Ticking Time Bomb. My Pencil Spins On The Desk. I Stare Off Into The Distance. It seems my life has been spiraling downhill even since I surpassed my "child" phase. Or, when I went into my pre-teen stages. Like 11, and 12 years old. I really don't know why this happened though. It started when I entered middle school. I was about 11 at that time. I walked into the classroom, and the first thing that happened was a moment of silence. I was scolded for being slightly late on the first day. The other students picked on me, and blew paper spitballs at me. Sometimes it went over the boundary, and they would throw rocks at the back of my head. This made my life miserable, and I couldn't do anything about it. The only thing that was good about the middle school times was that I met my pal, Spyridon. I like to call him Spyros or Spy, though; it sounds cooler. He got me through the dreadful years of middle school! He was always there for me, and had my back. Whenever someone picked on me, he picked on them. Whenever someone threw rocks at me, he threw rocks at them. He was my greatest friend, and one of the only I ever had. My other friends eventually left me. Thought I was too annoying, bad person to hang out with, or had to move to another state or country. But, when middle school ended I was cursed to this place of stupidity. The pain I have is immeasurable now. I get stuck with extra homework, weekend detentions, and more. And whenever I try to sketch, draw, or make something.. as in arts and crafts; My body just automatically makes a lightning bolt thingy. Or, the symbol of the Flash. I don't really know why, but it's pretty weird. It happens, despite me not thinking about doing it; or telling my body to do it with my brain. As if something external were controlling my arms. I better not get too focused on solving whichever mystery it is, though. I have homework and more things to focus on; Like class, which I happen to be in; right now. We're learning things like Greek mythology, algebra, and some science wiz stuff. We are covering the Poseidon section. Zeus or Hades is next. "Okay everyone, I hope you got all that." "Our test on Poseidon is tomorrow!" "Study hard, and get your mythological brain working!" Our teacher told me, and the rest of my class. Really, what's the point in studying things that you don't even need for the real world? Algebra is useless unless road signs are developed differently in the future. Like if they ask for an equation involving the metric of pie. That'd be stupid.. there's no way that would happen... I think. Anyway, it's time for home economics. We're doing home design, of course. One of the boring things, outside of family finance. We usually get to go on the internet, and build things digitally and decorate them. As if you were making a house, but online. Think of it like that popular sandbox game that involves mining and crafting; and most obviously building. Addictive, sometimes boring, and more. "Hey Herm, how you doin'?" My pal, comes up to me and asks. "I'm doing fine, dude." "I'm just so not excited about this class." I answer, going on about how useless this class is. "Why would we need home design, if we can live in small places.." "Like, we only need a roof over are heads, occasionally some food, water, and a TV." I babble. "Meh, true, true." "It isn't a big issue, though." "Think of class as something of use." "Like, each time you go to it; you gain a little bit of free money." "Is it the most useful? No." "But, it's always a little needed." "You can buy yourself a slightly higher quality meal," "Or, a better subscription." My pal answers, getting all smart. Great example, though. I couldn't even come close to being that smart. And, my grades certainly reflect it. "But, most subscriptions are useless." "Besides one's that are involving music, and ad-free stuff." "That's useful." I say, responding to my friend's claim. "Well, we can talk about this later." "Come on, we're gonna be late!" My friend tells me, rushed. We both run, with alarming speeds for high school students. As if we were unnatural people, demi-gods or something. I get ahead, and end up not having the brightest winning. I slam face-first into the classroom's doors. "Oooohhh... jeez.." I scratch my face. "That's gonna be a serious nose surgery, in the future." I complain, wiggling my nose with my hand. My friend responds to this, being a brainiac. "Dude, you're so over-speculating." "It's not that big of a deal, I think." "I haven't gone through any.." I interrupt him, screaming.. "SHUT UP, DUDE!" I calm down, going back to my normal tone. "It's not that big of a deal, just a simple joke." "If I jinxed myself, though.." "That'd be an issue." I sigh, walking into the classroom. The entirety of the front row stare at me, giving me the "you got the whole squad laughing" face. Kinda like this type of face. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
