What would do more damage? I asked myself while Ms. Grace silently shut the door of the office behind her.

"And furthermore, you talk to me as though you are my equal!" Ms. Grace complained, I would've told her that I didn't care but I didn't want to worsen the situation. Besides, I was still stuck between using scissors as a weapon, or a stapler.

I made my decision when I realized that scissors are much more dangerous. Children are told to not run with scissors, but they can run with staplers all that they want to it must be true that scissors would be better in a battle. I started to slip the pair of scissors into the back of my jeans when I caught a phrase that I hear too often.

"And you ruin everything!" she screeched, grabbing my full attention. "My plan was in place, I was about to have one of the first demigods in history drink anti-ambrosia! You foolishly interrupted; it was as if you knew what was happening!"

"Anti-ambrosia?" I asked, my interest coming back.

"It hadn't existed a year ago, I had tricked a pair of Hephaestus children into creating a machine that can reverse the waves of energy and radioactive decay therefore causing an 'anti-effect' to take place," she explained. Honestly, I'm doing my best to quote her so I honestly can't recall the exact words that she used.

"I don't understand."

"Ambrosia is the gift of the gods, it heals any relative of the gods, but burns mortals from the inside out. Anti-ambrosia will simply taste delicious to a mortal, but a demigod?" Ms. Grace paused and laughed. If snakes can laugh, then that was what her hair was doing. "Children of the Gods would burn to nothingness on the spot without leaving a trace of their existence."

"Don't you think that their parent would notice?" I questioned.

"I have a way with the mist, child," she answered.

"But, why demigods?"

"They are all related to Athena in some way, therefore she would feel as though she was the fault of all of their deaths," she explained. I honestly didn't understand her logic, but I also didn't understand anything else ever since I found out that lunch ladies have snakes for hair.

"How about Aphrodite?"

"Oh please, kill a child of my mistress? Stupid child, I would never be of the stupidity to do that," the creature giggled. "Besides, someone else would have killed a child of Aphrodite long before they reach High School, oh how you give me the laughs."

"You're a someone? More like a something," I snickered, but I learned that I should keep comments to myself.

Ms. Grace hissed and aggressively walked towards me. I quickly slipped the pair of scissors that I had been pressing against my back into my back pocket. With my back avoiding the eyes of the approaching creature, I cautiously shuffled to the side and circled to the door.

There was a knocking on the door, startling Ms. Grace into moving faster. She felt over the top of the messy desk desperately while muttering to herself using phrases like "Where? Where is it?" and things about someone borrowing whatever she was looking for.

It doesn't take a genius to figure that she probably was looking for a weapon, probably the scissors that I had. Realizing this, my hand slid back to where the scissors were kept and gripped the handle.

"No matter of the lose," Ms. Grace decided. The doorknob wiggled again and loud banging started on the door. I took a step away from the steel door in fear that it could be another monster that wanted to join Ms. Grace. She picked the stapler off of the desk and I immediately regret not taking both. "This will just fine."

Her eyes glowed brighter for a second as a smug smirk flashed right before she flung the stapler at me. I froze in place, unsure of how to move away from the weapon that approached me as though it would staple me like a paper to a wall.

The brown stapler glided through the air, coming towards my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut until I heard the sound, the sound of the metal hitting the door behind me.

"Wait, what?" I asked no one in particular. Ms. Grace simply groaned and went back to rummaging through the papers on the desk.

"What just happened?" I demanded to know, feeling my stomach in search of done hole or, but it was as if nothing had happened.

"Stupid staples, don't work on her kind," she muttered to herself and her snakes went back to hissing and snapping at empty air.

I took the scissors from behind me and took a deep breath.  Ms. Grace was too absorbed in her work of finding a weapon, I knew that I had to make my move immediately.  It took two long steps to get to the creature and as I jumped up, I brought my arm with the scissors down and stabbed her back.

A wail escaped her mouth, it sounded so human-like that my heart melted and I regretted my actions.  "I'm so sorry," I apologized to her, muttering it multiple times as I backed away.  She screamed, too absorbed in the wound to actually do anything else.  Ms. Grace fell to the ground, onto her knees as she hugged her stomach and her snakes let out high-pitched screams along with her.

The knocking of the door (which was really more like someone was kicking it) brought me back onto earth.  I glanced at the door, panicking that someone had heard her screaming and thought that I had murdered her, which I did.  "How does one hide a body?" I muttered dramatically to myself while I turned back to look at Ms. Grace.

Instead of a messy, bloody body that I had expected to find, there was nothing other than a pile of dust.  I lifted my scissors to look at them, they were perfectly shiny as though they had never penetrated a body of a monster before.

The knocking turned into fullout banging and I turned to it to get ready for the door to open.  "I have a pair of shiny scissors and I swear that I will happily use it," I smirked.