Flash Fiction Friday (28)

Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

I have to thank Blodeuedd at Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell for introducing me to this fun meme. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with every week, but I'll give it a try from time to time.

The Image This Week:

(I did this one quick and on the fly, so I'm not really all that thrilled with it, but it will do for the week.)

By:  Melissa

I know I'm pushing my time at this school, but just a few more days then I'll move on somewhere else, or to the next school.  No one would ever think of looking in a dreary high school full of naughty hormone crazed teens for a demi-fire god, right?  

These kids here are all just as petty and sex driven as the gods, but at least I wasn't annoyed with the family drama's; Athena is Zeus' favorite sparring on grandma's (I'm sorry, Aunt Hera as she wants me to call her) complete and utter jealousy of Athena, and daddy dearest being Hera's favorite, Daddy arguing with both Zeus and Hera on whether Zeus is technically "Grandpap" Zeus or not (no one really knows if Zeus is daddy's father or not - Hello!  Over run sex drive, just like teens.).  Then there was that whole thing with Hercules. Gaa.  Just annoying.  They always have the same arguments.  Instead I listen to humans fuss about their hair, clothes, and what boy or girl they like, and complain about their parents.  In all, really not much different than the gods, but at least I'm not in the center of it.

Walking down the hall I realize how much I like these little men here in on solid land.  They have huge eyes that caress my skin as I walk down the hall.  And when I smile at them, or give them the willing eye. Ha!  They almost swim to me across the floor.  That is always a fun game.

I'll go to this class today, I think that hunk of a quarterback is in this one.  I will have to see what he's doing this weekend.

With a spark of lightning from my fingertips I turn my grimoire into the book choice of the classes teacher as I walk through the threshold.  Pausing a step in I realize what class this is. Oh really?  Greek mythology. Ga, I roll my eyes.  Not any more of this boring stuff I tired of it already.  I could give them the whole life stories if they wanted me too, but then they wouldn't believe me.

Okay back of the class today.  There's my next victim, um date.  Mason Joe, yes not really that hot of a name but if you saw the long lean arms, and the ripped chest all the way down to the flat stomach on that boy, phew.  He was six feet two inches of pure handsome who could give the gods a run for their money, and I've seen some gods in my time.  And I thought my little sparks of flame where hot.  Yes, high school boys have matured so quickly over the years.  They've never looked so good.  I lick my lips and saunter over to the last seat in the row.  I've caught Mason's eye and he knows I have my eye on him.  He tells his friend bye, grabs his books trying to look calm, but he's getting heated up already.  My gaze does that from time to time to these poor mortal men.

"Is this seat taken," Mason tries to joke as he slides in between the chair and desk, beside me.

I tilt my head to the side to look up at him, and smile.  "Any plans this weekend?"

"Just the big game Friday, then I'll be at the Shack.  Will you be by Sera?"

"Mhmm," I sing the answer to him.

Then the door bursts open with sparks of flames behind us and a bellow of a deep harsh voice, "Seraphina!"

Shit!  I jump from the chair knocking my books to the floor. "Daddy!"  I extend my wings of flames, sending a shock through the floor to daddy dearest to slow him with a stun and jump out the window.  Everyone yells as the class room is two stories up.  But they need not worry.

Everyone ran to the windows and I disappeared from their view with the help of the clouds by way of my lightning touch, yes Zeus is my grandfather whether he knows it or not.  I had got his touch along with my father's fire, but I wasn't telling them that.

As I turned to fly away on my wings of flame I saw Mason standing in the window looking as shocked and pale faced as everyone else, but most important he stood with my grimoire in his hands.  Double shit.  I couldn't go back for it now, I would be busted.  I just hoped he didn't open it or all hell was going to come tumbling down upon this little town.