Oh. My. Gods.
Tera Lynn Childs
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When Phoebe's mom returns from Greece with a new husband and plans to move to an island in the Aegean Sea, Phoebe's well-plotted senior year becomes ancient history. Now, instead of enjoying a triumphant track season and planning for college with her best friends, Phoebe is trying to keep her head above water at the berexclusive Academy. If it isn't hard enough being the new kid in school, Phoebe's classmates are all descendents of the Greek gods! When you're running against teammates with superpowers, dealing with a stepsister from Hades, and nursing a crush on a boy who is quite literally a god, the drama takes on mythic proportions!
gruff tone. “I’ve never seen anyone win so decisively. Or so easily.” He shakes his head, like he can’t quite figure out how I did it. “Thanks.” My cheeks blush. Sure, I’ve been told my whole life that I have a special talent for running—from my dad, my mom, my friends—but it feels a lot more real coming from the head coach of the USC cross-country team. There’s a rumor that he’s going to coach the next Olympic team. “I’m putting you at the top of the list for next year,” he says. “If you
my reading assignment. I can’t face another page of Animal Farm without a break, so I head to Damian’s office to check e-mail. He’s there, bent over a stack of papers. It’s a really big stack and I wonder if he has to get through the whole thing tonight. He sure seems to be busy all the time. I’m not sure if I should interrupt, so I hover in the doorway. He looks up and smiles. “Good evening, Phoebe.” He pushes his papers aside and smiles at me. “How is the homework coming?” “All done,” I
strength and stamina. I want to make sure you blow them away.” He hands me the card. “Do these exercises each night before you go to bed.” I read the exercises. 25 sit-ups 15 push-ups 50 jumping jacks repeat 4X “Okay,” I say. “No problem. What else?” He starts writing on another card. “Hydrate. Drink at least sixty-four ounces of water a day. And consume plenty of protein and complex carbohydrates.” He slides the second card across the desk. “You’re going to need the energy.” The
can’t tell when he was being straight and when he was playing me. Which only reinforces my decision to stay as far away from him as possible. I can’t trust myself to tell which Griffin I’m talking to. Around ten o’clock I decide to check my e-mail. I have been avoiding it all day—just in case there’s another drama/crisis/problem waiting for me in my inbox. After deleting all the spam—you would think the gods could develop some sort of supernatural spam-blocker—I have three new messages. I
always does. “This says the modern Athens marathon follows the same path that Pheidippides ran in 490 BC. Phoebe, this is amazing.” Like I want to share my visit to the shrine of distance running with them? Hardly. “Whatever,” I say as I turn away and head back to wait for the approaching train. “It’s not that great.” When the next train pulls up we climb back on—Mom has taken her two suitcases from Damian and he is stuck pulling mine, which makes me smile. I’m torn between not wanting them to