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[color=darkgray][sub][i]Son of [color=000000]Hades[/color] | Prince of the [color=darkred]Underworld[/color] | First [color=orange]Year[/color][/i][/sub][/color][/url][/center]
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[right][i][sub][color=darkgray][color=red]T[/color]ime: Morning
[color=red]L[/color]ocation: Apollo’s Cafe
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[INDENT][INDENT]
[i][color=C60000][center]‘Dear journal’[/center][/color][/i]

Black pen ink scrawled the very first page of an empty journal, scratching across in terrible penmanship. The first two words were jotted instinctively, but the remainder of the text required a moment of thought. [color=C60000]“What the hell am I doing,”[/color] Gus couldn’t help wonder aloud. As low as his tone was, it could’ve been loud enough for the surrounding students in Apollo’s Cafe to hear him. He didn’t care, though—the massive change in his life came faster than he could even pronounce the word ‘Hades’, and it felt like the shoes he turned running in were not his own, but somebody else's. What was his life before didn’t fade, but rather vanished into an unknown void that he could never reach, find, or see. Gus holds onto his memories, though, the pieces of his past that has made him who he is, even if his identity is changing wildly.

He continued, 
[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][i][color=C60000]‘It’s been a long, weird day. The last time I could remember this feeling was when I transferred high schools because the first one didn’t offer a good enough sports program. I don’t even know what to call it—nervousness, anxiety? Whatever it is, I don’t like it. It’s making my hands shake and I know that every new face I meet can feel it when I go to shake their hand. 

Whatever the case, this isn’t at all what I expected. I feel anger bubbling up inside me, but I can’t pinpoint where it’s stemming from. I’ve lived my life exceeding my peers, and here—I’m just outclassed on so many levels. I [u]refuse[/u] to write about my weird heritage, but this place is just hitting me with the reality of it all. Maybe I [u]am[/u] the son of Hades and this isn’t all just a dream, or a sick joke.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center]

Gus took a sip from his coffee. The combined strength of the caffeine and the bitterness helped to wake him up. The aroma also helped to calm his nerves, reminding him of the few mornings he could share with his mother when they both had no obligations of the day. It was strange how such fond memories can be so fresh, yet still somehow feel distant. Gus would deny the difficulty in moving away on such short notice, for he would abhor the willingness to feel weak.

[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][i][color=C60000]They gave me my schedule for classes. . . I was hoping that I could just breeze through the year since I was taking higher level classes at my old school, but these classes are so crazy. It’s as if every damn class is based around mythology, and I can’t fathom that since that shit has always been treated like a joke and only the weird nerds really put any thought into the subject. Regardless, some of the classes are really physical, which I assume I can handle, but the teachers I’ve met have all warned me about the real strain they can have. The students here are very. . . hard. They remind me a bit of myself in a way, with my competitiveness. They seem ferocious in a way.

I don’t really know what I’m getting myself into, but I’ll just keep going for the sake of mom. I could tell she was holding back tears when she left after moving me into my apartment today. She wasn’t too excited about the fact that I’ll be living with a girl. Hell, I don’t even know how I feel about that. On one side, I hope she’s not pretty enough to distract me, but in a way, I hope she’s pretty enough to distract me. It’s weird to say that I live in an apartment when I’m only 16 years old. I think I’ll get chances to see mom throughout the school year. I hope I will anyway. I don’t know how she’ll be alone. . .’[/color][/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center]

The last few sentences stirred emotions in Gus, strong enough for him to finally remove the ballpoint from the paper and become lost in thought. He glanced out of the window, onto the campus of Olympus Academy, eyeing his new peers that made up the diverse, yet simultaneously similar, student body of such a peculiar school. Some walked with strong conviction and strength, some were more passive and laid back, some were observant and guarded—yet they all had the same glint in their eyes that Gus managed to relate to in some form or another. Still, the intimidation lingered with each passing student, and this was new to him. Being on the other side of things slowly, but surely, began to put things into perspective a little. Lost in thought, he sat with a steaming cup of coffee and chicken scratch for words on a fresh journal, waiting eagerly to uncover this new beginning. [/INDENT][/INDENT]