I stuffed the remains of my favorite blueberry waffle into my mouth—very un-girly, I know— and escaped the cafeteria.
It was Saturday, so we weren’t having any classes. However, each person was required to go outside. I was just pondering about what to do when Calliope burst in with a big smiley face and grabbed me by the elbow.
“It’s a nice day. What’s your plan?” she sang; singing was NOT her thing, but I decided not to point that out. Despite this, everyone knew that Calliope could acquire the title of a Muse, which was basically a goddess in the arts field. I think she could be the Muse of Epic Poetry.
The only clothing store in miles was just on the brink of the cliff. Sometimes I wondered what was beyond the canyons that seemed to have no end. Were there other gods and goddesses?
It was truly a pleasure to be with Calliope. She was every bit like the popular girls, yet she had nothing in common with them. She was this cool girl that I could never be, but I wanted to act like she did, to dress like she did, to talk to boys like she did.
She must have caught the look in my eyes, because she raised her eyebrows in a question and asked, “Is it Apollo?”
“What? No!” I grimaced.
“I do want to know something, though,” I said casually.
“How did you put up with Apollo?”
Calliope’s eyes smiled with laughter. Her memory of him was not unpleasant, yet it was not something to savor on. “Unlike his other girlfriends, I don’t believe in promises. I knew that eventually we would break up.”
I nodded. In the store, she began to throw cloths in a basket that allowed you to carry so much items that when it was full, half of the store’s outfits were in it. I was secretly satisfied that Calliope was helping me—she must have known what was best for me.
I stayed in my dorm room for the rest of the day, because I had the feeling that someone was standing outside my door. Not Poseidon, not anyone else.
“Persephone,” someone said, knocking the door. I was startled, but thankfully the voice didn’t belong to Apollo. Thus I opened the door and came face-to-face with Hades.
“What are you doing here?” That came out wrong. I corrected myself. “Do you want to see me?”
“I just passed the Exam.”
At this moment, Apollo’s blonde head popped out from behind the door frame. Thankfully, I didn’t have to say anything because Hades said, “Would you like to see what I can do?” Then he turned to glare at Apollo, who quickly retreated out of sight.
It was just the timely invitation I needed.
(featured photo by Ryan McGurie, on gratisography.com)