MORE Greek?

I looked over the girl who was standing in front of me. She was quite pretty, once you got past certain features. I betted that she'd look beautiful once she took off those glasses of hers and straightened her hair. I couldn't help but to look at her strange eyes (which is hypocritical for me to say seeing as mine were just as wierd), which were green and gray, quite pale to be honest. But they seemed to have small flecks of gold on them, almost like there was a shell with gold under it, and the shell had begun to crack.

She seemed to stare right back at my eyes, which I guessed had become yet another colour. She was as fascinated with me as I was with her. I suddenly had a feeling that there was something similar about us, and not just our strange eyes.

"So, what do you think Omega is?" I asked as I shifted over closer to the window, allowing her more space. She picked up the pamphlet that was between us and looked it over.

"I'm really not sure," she said. "It must be some kind of school."

"One that's seemingly obsessed with Ancient Greek architecture and language?"

"Yes," she said. "I didn't understand that too well myself. The whole temple thing was kind of odd. And I haven't the foggiest idea of what the Greek writing says."

I looked up at her. I had the strange feeling that we were going to be good friends. "Do you want to come over? We can find out what it means, maybe. I've got a laptop, and we can search some stuff." She hesitated, and I knew my eyes had changed again. Damn it! I thought. I'm going to scare her off!

"Yeah, sure, why not?" she replied. She smiled, but then asked me another question. "What's with your eyes? Not to be rude."

"I don't know," I replied. "They're wierd, though, aren't they?"

"They're cool! Anyways," she started. "I'll call my mom and ask her if I can come over."

"Sure," I said.

She pulled out a phone and pressed a button, then began talking. I looked away, out through the window, running my hand through the back of my hair. I heard Kaitlyn's phone click shut, and then she said something else. "Whoa. What does your tattoo say?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said, turning.

"On the back of your neck! Under your hair! It says something in Greek, or something like that," she said. "Here, turn away." I turned, and I heard another click, and when I looked back at her, she was pulling her phone away.

"Did you take a picture?" I asked.

"Yup. Look at this!" she showed me the picture, and I was shocked. There, on the back of my neck, were five glowing gold letters in another language.


"More Greek?" I demanded. "What the hell is this? Everything is so wierd!" I thought for a second, wondering something. That tattoo hadn't been there in the morning. And if Kaitlyn and I were both going to Omega, we both had wierd eyes, then maybe we both had these wierd tattoos!

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"Turn your head," I said. She did as she was told, and I pushed her hair up.

Just as I suspected, I thought. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture, then I allowed her to turn and showed the strange golden lettering to her.


"What's going on? I've never seen that before!" she exclaimed. Luckily we were at the back of the bus, so no one could see what we were doing.

"There's something really wierd about this Omega place, and I want to find out what!" I said. Deep down, I was excited. I knew she probably was too. I stood as the bus stopped by my house.

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