Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“YOU’RE THE NOTHOS .”
CHAPTER 3
Turning around in my desk, I stare at the girl behind me.
“The what?” I ask.
“Nothos,” she says again. “The normal one.”
“Normal?” I laugh. “Depends on your definition.”
“As in not a descendant.”
“Oh, then I guess so.” It’s true, after all.
She sticks out her hand. “I’m Nicole.”
“Phoebe,” I say, smiling as I shake her hand.
Nicole is the first person I’ve met at the Academy. Okay, so technically
I’m only in my first class—World Literature of the Twentieth
Century—and it hasn’t even started yet, but still, a first is a first.
“Your stepsister is an evil harpy.” Her voice is stone cold and I
must look as frightened as I feel because she hurries to add, “In a
purely metaphysical way.”
“Oh.” Whew. Not that I would be the tiniest bit surprised if that
were true, given everything I’ve learned in the last eighteen hours.
And beautiful but vicious pretty much describes Stella perfectly.
“Tell me about it.”
“Have you got a year?” she asks and I like her immediately.