[ WP ] Gods are real . Some even walk among us . If you 're smart , you avoid catching their attention . Even if some look human , they are strange and capricious things that answer to no-one .

I was too busy failing my AP History Class to notice her at first. Obviously, I hate history- it's boring and feels as though all we ever do is learn about the achievements of someone who we ca n't relate to at all. That's no reason to fail it- I was failing because I would n't do my damn work. 
 
 Rachel was the top student in the class, getting the questions right every time she was called on. She had been seated behind me from the beginning of the year, and yet I did n't notice her before that one fateful Wednesday in early November. 
 
 The rain that was coming down outside the windows of the classroom was heavy and cold, the typical state of November rain in southern Michigan. Our teacher, Mr. Harvey, was droning on about something that was probably interesting to someone who had never heard a history lesson in their life- and had never heard anything about the Mongols. 
 
 The sound of the rain hitting the ground outside, combined with the warmth of the room, created a deadly combination. My eyelids had begun to droop, and I could feel myself falling asleep. 
 
 `` I like your drawing.'' Rachel's voice pierced the fog in my head. 
 
 `` Mmm?'' I mumbled, turning to face her. She had pulled her curly blond hair back behind her ears, and her sea green eyes seemed to pierce me. 
 
 `` The one that you're working on.'' She smile, revealing two rows of perfect teeth. 
 
 Suddenly, I became fully awake. 
 
 `` You mean the one of the mountains?'' I asked softly, careful not to attract attention. She nodded. 
 
 I stared at her. `` I-'' my voice shook slightly, `` have n't shown that to anyone. It's at my house. How do you-?'' 
 
 She chuckled, cutting me off. Slowly, she raised her hand and hit the desk, very softly. 
 
 The rain stopped. 
 The voice of my teacher vanished. 
 The room was frozen in time. 
 
 `` I like your drawing.'' She repeated softly. `` Let's leave it at that.'' 
 
 `` What's going on?'' My mind raced. I raised my hand, slowly extending a finger to point at her. `` You are n't human.'' I shouted. 
 
 `` Very bright.'' Again, she laughed. `` You're right, I'm not human. I guess you could say I'm sort of superior. However, I'm on your side for now. Most of us are n't.'' 
 
 `` Us?!'' I cried. `` What do you mean, us?!'' 
 
 `` There are many of my kind.'' She shrugged. `` Most want to wipe your race from the earth, and create a new paradise.'' 
 
 `` This ca n't be happening.'' 
 
 `` Oh, but it is. We walk amongst you, unseen. The day is coming when many will make themselves visible.'' She paused, and a shadow flickered across her face. `` Pray that you do not live to see that day.'' 
 
 `` Stop.'' I held up my hand. `` If you really are a- oh, I do n't know- a god, then why am I seeing this?'' 
 
 The smile that she gave then would haunt my memories over the coming weeks. 
 
 `` You have a beautiful soul, Felix, and I enjoy watching it.''
