Son of War

This story is rated a PG-13 for sequences of intense violence, language and some innuendo.

Detention. What a frikkin surprise. My name is Zack Johnson. I have crappy ADHD and crappy Dyslexia. So why do I get detentions? It's my 13th birthday, March 1st, 2010. My substitute teacher seriously sucks. Eventually I can leave. Good thing too. I walk home. My mother died of cancer three years ago. And my dad abandoned us. So I'm stuck with some crappy caretaker, lying all over my crappy couch, watching my crappy TV, in my crappy life. "Hello." I grumble. "I'm having friends over for the game so get cooking!" He meant this literally. "Pizza, steak, or solidified beer?" I ask. Yes, he says solidified beer is food. All of the above, wonderful. After cooking I lock myself in my room. Tomorrow morning is a class field trip. I just hope the sub is gone.

No such luck. We go to this greek hall of history or something like that. Our tour people are two young guys, one with crutches, and an older man in a wheelchair. Greek gods, deities, and who knows what else. The sub pulls me into another room, by her teeth! What the hell is this? some form of molest? She throws me to the ground. I stand up to look at her. "Oh my f*cking...." Bull woman! I run for my life. "Hades wants you." she says in a deep rumbling voice. The door slams open and the old dude in the wheel chair chucks a wii remote at me! "What the hell am I suppose to do with this?!" "Press B!" One of the young guys yells. Holy crap, it turns into a sword! Things happen kinda fast. when the world stops blurring, the bull-thing is beheaded. "Holy crap." And suddenly, the guy with crutches hits me in the face with one.