Life as a Greek demigod
(Feel free to help and comment down below if I make a mistake thanks) The first alarm since school ended sounds like freedom. You slap a hand on the alarm button and sit up to glance blearily at your room. Papers scattered on the desk, clothing haphazardly in or hanging off the edge of the laundry bin. You take a moment to lean your weight on your hands before shaking yourself out of your half-asleep stupor. You wake up and stretch like every other morning, same bed, same room, same everything....