I guess any story should start from the beginning.

I'm at school. With my books close to my chest. And listening to music. I sit under my locker waiting for the bell to ring. I see Percy and grover walk past me like everyday staring at me. I take my binder out and look through the home work I'm supposed to do. But I smell smoke. I look around and see no fire, no one coughing, nothing. When I look down I see black at the corner of my binder. I mean it was already black. But it's more like a burned black now. How could this have happened. I'm instantly taken out of my thoughts when I hear the bell ring. History. Yay! And no this isn't sarcasm, I love history. Mostly because this year we were leaning all about Greek mythology. One of my favourite topics.
"Ok who can tell me why hades was sent to hell" our teacher mr.Brunner said.
Everyone stared blankly at me whilst I put my hand up straight away.
"Yes Y/n"
"Hades was the brother of Zeus and Poseidon. After the overthrow of their father, Cronus, he drew lots with them to share the universe. He drew poorly, which resulted in becoming lord of the underworld and ruler of the dead. Also sir it's described as hell but is properly known as the underworld" I say.
"Ok and who was Persephone"
Before he could pick someone I said something.
"Daughter of Zeus and Demeter. Also know for being married to hades and living in the under world with him" I say.
"Y/n. Shut up" one of the guys say "your probably wrong anyway" he says.
"Actually she's 100% correct" mr Bruner says. I smile.
"How do you know so much" he asks.
"Um well since I was about 5 I've always been interested. Like there's a gravitational pull on me" I say.
I look around and see grover and Percy staring at me. Grover whispering and Percy just looking. Then the bell rang.
"I'll see you all Tomorrow for the excursion" he says. I begin to walk out. "Not you Y/n" he says and I look at him then sit on the closest chair.
"How are you feeling today" he says in a sweet enough voice.
"Umm.... Getting better"
"And the feeling"
"Slowly growing" I state.
If you don't know what the feeling is well, it's the death feeling. Like someone's going to die. Like someone's close to death.
"What do you think it is" he asks.
"Someone on a bridge fighting for control"
"Control of what"
"Death"
He looks at me blankly.
"You may go Y/n"
I stand up and walk
"Be carful, it's a dangerous world out their, more dangerous than you would think"