Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Don’t they have better things to talk about?
“Am I the school’s only gossip?” I ask.
“Pretty much,” Nicole says.
I shrug. Great. “Then trust me,” I say to Troy. “Stella is the least
of my challenges.”
“Yeah, I guess it would be hard to get dropped into this world.”
His eyes—a really pretty green with bright gold flecks in the center—are
warm with sympathy. “Don’t worry. . . . you’ll get through.”
He’s sweet, which may be why I confess, “It might be easier if I
had found out about this whole ‘the gods are real’ thing before the
yacht docked on Serfopoula.”
Troy’s jaw drops. “They didn’t tell you?”
“What,” Nicole says, rolling her eyes, “like you’re surprised? You
know how Petrolas is about security.”
“I know, but—” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe it.
Join the club. “Let’s just say this has been a summer of shocks.”
“What did they tell you?” Nicole asks.
“Pretty much that the school was founded by Plato, moved here
ages ago, and protected by the Greek gods. Oh, and that all the
students are related to them.”
She snorts, clearly not impressed with how little I know. “Leave it
to Petrolas to give you the history without any real, useful info.”
“Like what?” I ask, trying not to sound nervous.
I’m not sure I want to know how much more I need to know.
“Any use of powers that breaks school rules,” Troy says, “like
cheating or skipping class or altering a teacher’s memory, is forbidden
and earns serious detention time.”
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