Trip to Olympus: Chapter 2

This chapter was written two years after the first chapter was written. You'll probably that I write a lot different than I did two years ago. In this chapter, I don't remember my dream as well as throughout most of the story. By the way, I am open to any comments or criticisims you have of my story, but please don't use any bad words because I don't like bad words. Enjoy

Chapter 2: I Get a Bad Feeling
    I woke up just as my alarm clock started beeping. It was 6 o’clock on a Monday morning. On the down side, I had to go to school. On the upside, it was the last week of my freshman year of high school. “It can’t be that bad can it? All I have to do today is take a couple of exams,” I said to myself as I forced myself out of bed to get ready for school. I didn’t know how wrong I was.

    I walked downstairs to find my dad eating a bowl of cereal on the couch with the news turned on and my mom making my breakfast, waffles and bacon, yum.

“Morning,” I said still half asleep.

“Morning sweetie. Are you ready for your exams?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied.

“You’ll do great. You always do. You did get on first honors for both semesters this year,” my mom told me.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just hoping that I remember everything I studied. I know I’m going to forget something important.” She didn’t say anything else after that. I was glad that I could eat my breakfast in peace. When I finished, I grabbed my backpack and headed for the front door.

“Good luck!” my mom called from the kitchen as I opened the front door. As I was shutting the front door I could hear the bedroom door of my 12 year old brother’s room open.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">    I walked to the corner of the street and the school bus pulled up as I reached the bus stop. I got on the bus, walked to the back, and sat down in a seat across the aisle from my best friend, Sophia Vandalia.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Absolutely! The only thing I’m worried about is being able to read the questions,” she replied. I believed every word of it. Sophia was probably just about the smartest girl in the entire school. The only problem was that she was dyslexic. I think that she also had mild ADHD because I could tell she got distracted easily sometimes and trust me I know all about getting distracted easily since I have ADD which is pretty much the same thing as ADHD. “So, are you ready for those exams?” she asked.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yeah, I think so. As ready as I’ll ever be anyways,” I replied. In some ways I was kind of jealous of her for being to remember just about everything she ever heard, especially when it came to things like taking tests. “How do you remember everything?” I asked. It was a question I had probably asked her a million times this year but she never gave me an answer.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Honestly, Kelsey, I don’t know,” she said, her voice filled with disappointment. I could see in her gray eyes that the question upset her. I knew that she hated not being able to answer something. “My dad always told me that I get my amazing memory from my mom and that I’m just like her, but I don’t even know my mom. I never met her before,” she said. She was looking at her feet and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I knew I had asked a bad question; no wonder she had never answered it before.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“It’ll be ok. You’ll meet her eventually,” I said to comfort her. I had never seen her so upset before. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her upset. Also, I actually meant what I said. Somehow I just knew that she would meet her mom. It was like something in my mind was just telling me that it would happen.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“You really think so?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“I know so.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Yeah, you do. I can usually tell if you’re lying.” That’s something else that Sophia can do, she knows if someone is lying to her.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">    Finally the bus pulled into the school parking lot and I instantly felt like something was wrong. I looked at Sophia; I could tell she felt it too. I looked around but didn’t see anything different, so I decided not to worry about and I walked through the front entrance.