"Oh My Gods" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tera Lynn Childs)

What!? I cannot believe this. What has Mom married me into?

тАЬThereтАЩs something else. . . .тАЭ Mom says.

Oh no. I can tell from the way she trailed off at the end that I am not going to like this.

She nudges Damian. тАЬGo ahead. Tell her.тАЭ

He clears his throat before saying, тАЬThe students at the Academy are not your average schoolchildren.тАЭ

Like I couldnтАЩt have guessed that. At least this isnтАЩt more earth-shattering news.

тАЬWe have an acceptance rate of less than one percent. Our admission standards are far more stringent than even the most elite universities,тАЭ he says, тАЬand are extremely specific.тАЭ

Should I be overjoyed? I throw Mom a look that says IтАЩm not thanking her for the favor. She knows I would rather be back in L.A.

than accepted into some snotty school any day.

тАЬReally,тАЭ he says, тАЬwe have only one criterion.тАЭ

Uber-popularity? Unfathomable wealth? Genius-level IQ? Great, IтАЩm going to be a dunce at a school of Einsteins.

тАЬAll the students at the Academy . . .тАЭ He tugs at his navy blue 30



tieтАФmy first clue that heтАЩs a little nervous about telling me thisтАФ

but it doesnтАЩt really look tousled. тАЬ. . . Are, ah-hem, descendants of the gods.тАЭ

My world starts to go black around the edges as I stare at DamianтАЩs negligibly loosened tie and hear Mom say, тАЬOh no, I think sheтАЩs fainting.тАЭ

The next thing I know, Damian is kneeling over me and Mom is frantically waving her purse over my face. I think sheтАЩs trying to fan me back to my senses, but all I can think is it would really hurt if she drops it on my nose. Her purse is like Mary PoppinsтАЩs bagтАФit holds way more than should be possible.

I hear Damian say, тАЬShe is regaining consciousness. Zenos, send out the gangplank and bring the gurney.тАЭ

Xena?

MomтАЩs purse comes darn close to clipping me on the cheek.

Wait. A gurney?

The last thing I need is to make my arrival strapped to a gurney pushed by a fictional warrior princess. That is not the way to make a good impressionтАФif this stupid school is anything like Pacific Park, gossip makes the rounds faster than the flu.

Not that I have any hope of making a good impression. It must be pretty hard to impress someone who sits across the dinner table from Zeus.

Wait, what am I saying? I must be in shock. This is ridiculous.

Damian must be having some elaborate twisted joke on me. And on Mom.