[center][h3][color=MediumSpringGreen]Seth[/color][/h3][/center]

In the hallways, Seth passed the eye-catching signs announcing the upcoming school dance. Excited murmurs and gossip floated around the student body of Oak Harbor High. Who would be taking who to this dance? Who would be wearing what? Who would be breaking up because of such and such? What new relationships will spring up? And so on...
Seth smirked and looked at the bronze chain bracelet he wore on his right wrist. [color=MediumSpringGreen][i]Numbers huh?[/i][/color] He chuckled and shook his head as he walked past crowds of students hanging out before first period. 

Dances took away from "Seth" time anyways. Moving around quickly and in an erratic manner in time with lame-o filtered pop music on the dancefloor? Totally not his style, and even the offer of free food and drinks could not even separate from his electronic wonderland.

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The majority of the morning was calm, yet after yeserday's events, Seth remained guarded. He stayed wide-eyed and alert for any "glitches" in reality, especially paying attention to the behaviors of others. He didn't try to creep on others, but the way he stared at some of his classmates so intensely, raised a few eyebrows.

[i]"Ahem!"[/i] Mrs. Lovell cleared her throat and shot an irate glance towards the blonde in front of him. Seth peeked from the corner of his eye, and thought he saw a flicker of red. But perhaps that was the red pen in the teacher's hand. She was perched at the podium in front of the class, looking out over them much like a watchful warden. She seemed much more agitated than usual.
Seth looked down at the packet in his hands with a small sigh. His body just wouldn't keep still and his fingers fidgeted with a pen cap, bending it every which way.
"Can anyone tell me something they know about the...Legend of the Lamia?"

The Lamia, a monster used in a games he'd seen before, was a myth dating back to Ancient Geece. The Lamia was known then to catch the eye of Zeus, the lord of the sky and god of thunder. Hera, his wife, became jealous and thus cursed Lamia with a snake-like appearance and was sentenced into eating children for an eternity, never again to sire her own.
The class stayed silent and Seth could practially hear a pin drop.
"Anybody?" She asked.
He cleared his throat and raised his hand slowly. Mrs. Lovell gestured to him, a certain anticipation in her eyes. "Go ahead, Seth Sterling." [i]Please, humor me.[/i] Her tone seemed to say.
[color=MediumSpringGreen]"Well, she was a monster...a myth dating back to Anceint Greece."[/color] Seth hesitated, [color=MediumSpringGreen]"Legend has it that she'd eat children. That's all I know though."[/color]

Mrs. Lovell narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, thats a part of the answer. There's so much more that that however. If you'd all turn your packets to the second page and follow along as I read out loud..."

Seth silently groaned. Great, another textbook reading that'd put him to sleep. Reluctantly, he turned to the second page. Mrs. Lovell was already reading, but he wasn't really paying attention. His mind was elsewhere, imagining what it would've been like back then in Greece trying to defend one's self from a horde of monsters and terrifying myths. How would it have felt to be a hero like Hercules then? Or even the legendary Perseus? 

[@Dusksong]