befitting a goddess. The only odd part was that she had chosen these painful-looking shoes that pitched her foot forward and into a teeny-tiny point. Era is dainty, sure, but she has massive feet. I couldn’t believe she had gotten them into such achingly small shoes.
“And how are you going to walk in those?” asked Polly. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s the practical one.
“They’re not as uncomfortable as they look. And besides, now I tower over even you, Polly.”
“Take them off.”
“No! You can’t tell me what to do. These shoes are the best thing about this dreaded place. They stay.”
“Fine, do as you please, but you will not be using your powers to get home later when your very own feet feel like they’re going to fall off.”
I kept quiet. I was on Era’s side on this one. She and I had found something in common on earth. Sure, hers were high and pointy and mine were flat and squishy, but amidst the hunger and awkwardness of our new life, we’d both taken solace in shoes.
Seeing as we were starving and now, hopefully, appropriately dressed, we decided to set off. Polly grabbed the directions to school, and we headed outside. Athens, Georgia, really wasn’t much like Athens, Greece. But it was beautiful. The streets were linedwith cherry blossom trees (at least I recognized the trees), and a moist, hot wind blew the little white leaves all around us by the thousands. They looked like tiny little enchanted snowflakes.
Polly’s eyes smiled. The sights and smells of nature do it for her every time. Sure, there were lots and lots of houses everywhere, but there were dog-woods and azaleas, too. We turned right onto a large, wide street and saw some buildings that sort of resembled the structures back home. They were awash with bright white and had tall, lofty pillars out front. They were nothing like our new house, which was simply a well-lit box with dead ferns out front. Polly would probably fix that, though. She has a green thumb.
“I don’t smell any food yet,” said Era, who was hobbling along a few steps behind us. Polly told her to be patient.
“Well, so far modern-day earth seems to be completely devoid of leprechauns and dragons. How do you think a girl is supposed to have fun around here?” I asked after a few minutes.
“You don’t even know if leprechauns are fun,” Polly replied. “And I know for a fact dragons are not. What about these monstrously loud horseless chariots everyone seems to be riding? They look like fun, sort of.”
“Yeah,” I said, watching one of the chariots raceby us. “They look all right. Figures Hera and Daddy didn’t provide us with one of those.”
A few minutes later we came to a stop in front of a huge building. “Here we are,” said Polly. “I wonder what we do now?”
Just then a plump, energetic woman came rushing our way. Her cheeks were all flushed. “You girls must be the new exchange students, the Moose sisters, is it?”
“Actually, it’s pronounced ‘Muse,’” I said.
“Very well, good, okay, I’m Mrs. Haze, and I’m the assistant vice principal. Welcome to Nova High, home of the Titans. Now, you girls are late, so let’s get a move on. Which one of you girls is Polly? You, dear, the tall one, are you the eldest?” But she was looking at Era. It was the shoes.
“No, I’m Era. Is there food here?”
“Ha, aren’t you delightful, your host parents sent you off this morning without breakfast? You poor things. Well, just hold on a few hours and you can get lunch in the cafeteria. Now, Polly, your first class is literature with Ms. Oakes in room 3B; that’s through these doors, turn left at the nurses’ station, go five doors down and turn right out on to the courtyard, then make your first left and third right, and you will find the class in there. Go on, hurry, you’re already late.”
“But—but we’re not together?” Polly stuttered.
“No, dear, of course not. As I’m sure you know,your sisters