Persephone the Phony Tapa blanda - 2010 - 1st Edición

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The Immortal Marketplace

ALYREBELL PINGED, SIGNALING THE END OF another Monday at Mount Olympus Academy. Persephone crammed the textscroll sheâÈçd been reading into her scrollbag and got up to leave the library. As she joined the throng of godboys and goddessgirls streaming into the hallway, a herald appeared on the balcony above them. âÈêThe twenty-third day of the school year is now at an end,âÈë he announced in a loud, important voice. Then he struck his lyrebell again with a little hammer.

A brown-haired goddessgirl carrying so many scrolls she could barely see over the top of them fell into step beside Persephone. âÈêYe gods. That means one hundred seventeen days to go!âÈë

âÈêHi, Athena.âÈë Persephone pointed to the pile of scrolls. âÈêSome light reading?âÈë she joked.

âÈêResearch,âÈë said Athena. She was the brainiest of PersephoneâÈçs friends, and also the youngest, though they were all in the same grade.

The two goddessgirls continued past a golden fountain. PersephoneâÈçs eyes flickered over a painting on the wall beyond it, showing Helios, the sun god, mounting to the sky in his horse-drawn carriage. The academy was filled with paintings celebrating the exploits of the gods and goddesses. They were so inspiring!

âÈêHey, you guys, wait up!âÈë called a goddessgirl in a pale blue chitonâÈ'the flowing gown that was all the rage among goddesses and mortal Greek women right now. Aphrodite, the most gorgeous of PersephoneâÈçs friends, raced toward the two girls across gleaming marble tiles. Her long golden hair, held in place by seashell clips, streamed behind her as she dodged past a godboy who was part goat. He bleated, but when he saw who it was, he stared after her with an admiring, doe-eyed look.

âÈêIâÈçm going to the Immortal Marketplace this afternoon,âÈë Aphrodite said breathlessly. âÈêArtemis was supposed to go with me, but sheâÈçs got archery practice. Want to come?âÈë

Athena sagged under her load of scrolls. âÈêI donâÈçt know,âÈë she said. âÈêIâÈçve got so much work to do.âÈë

âÈêIt can wait,âÈë said Aphrodite. âÈêDonâÈçt you want to go shopping?âÈë

âÈêWell,âÈë said Athena, âÈêI could use some new knitting supplies.âÈë Athena was always knitting something. Her last project was a striped woolen cap. SheâÈçd made it for Mr. Cyclops, the Hero-ology teacher, to cover his bald head.

âÈêYouâÈçll come too, right, Persephone?âÈë Aphrodite asked.

Persephone hesitated. She didnâÈçt really want to go to the mall, but she was afraid of hurting AphroditeâÈçs feelings. Too bad she didnâÈçt have a good excuse like Artemis. But except for cheering with the Goddess Squad, Persephone wasnâÈçt much into sports. âÈêI . . . uh . . . IâÈçd love to go,âÈë she said at last. Her mom would have been proud. She was always telling Persephone to be polite and âÈêgo along to get along.âÈë

âÈêLetâÈçs stop by my room first,âÈë said Aphrodite. âÈêI need to change.âÈë Aphrodite was obsessed with clothes and had a different outfit for almost every activity, often changing five or six times a day.

The student dorms were upstairs: girls on the fourth floor and boys on the fifth. Taking the steps two at a time, the goddessgirls were soon at the entrance to the fourth floor. âÈêIâÈçll drop these scrolls in my room and be right there,âÈë said Athena.

Aphrodite and Persephone continued down the hall nine more doors. After flinging her bag onto AphroditeâÈçs bed, Persephone perched on the edge of it. âÈêIâÈçll just be a minute,âÈë Aphrodite said as she opened her closet.

Persephone glanced around the room. It was small, but intended for two, with an identical bed, desk, and closet on each side. Aphrodite and Artemis were supposed to have been roommates, but Aphrodite had objected to sharing space with ArtemisâÈçs three smelly dogs, so Artemis had moved into the room next door. Persephone wouldâÈçve loved to live in the dorm, but her mom insisted that she live at home instead.

Within minutes Aphrodite had wriggled into a fresh chitonâÈ'a lavender one this timeâÈ'and Athena had returned. Back at the entrance to the hall again, the three goddessgirls shucked off their shoes and grabbed winged sandals from a communal basket.

As soon as they slipped them on, the sandalsâÈç straps twined around their ankles, and silver wings at their heels began to flap. In a blur of speed, they raced down the marble staircase to the main floor of the academy. Then, with their feet barely touching the ground, they zipped out the heavy bronze doors and sped across the courtyard. The wind whistled in their ears as they whipped past boulders and trees while descending Mount Olympus.

The Immortal Marketplace stood halfway between the heavens and Earth, below the cloud line. The goddessgirls reached it in minutes, skidding to a stop at the entrance. Loosening the straps around their ankles, they looped them around the silver wings to hold them in place so they could walk at a normal speed.

The marketplace was enormous, with a high-ceilinged crystal roof. Rows and rows of columns separated the various shops selling everything from the newest Greek fashions to tridents and thunderbolts. Persephone followed Aphrodite and Athena into a shop that sold makeup.

There werenâÈçt any clerks, so Aphrodite went directly to one of the counters. A sculpted bust of a beautiful goddess sat on its glass top, surrounded by bottles and boxes of eye powders and liner, creams, and blushes. âÈêCould you make us look like Egyptian princesses?âÈë she asked the statue.

âÈêIt would be my pleasure to do so. Please be seated,âÈë the statue replied in a polite voice.

Aphrodite perched gracefully on one of the stools and motioned to her two friends to do the same. âÈêCome on, itâÈçll be fun. Just tell the makeup lady what you want.âÈë She turned toward the statue. âÈêEgyptian kohl eyes are the newest style.âÈë

Almost immediately, three of the boxes opened and brushes flew out, ready to begin powdering the girlsâÈç faces.

âÈêNo, thanks,âÈë said Athena, backing away. âÈêI donâÈçt wear makeup.âÈë

Her makeup brush paused, almost as if in shock.

âÈêSheâÈçs young,âÈë Aphrodite explained to the brush, trying to soothe it. âÈêGive her a couple of years.âÈë

âÈêHa!âÈë snorted Athena. âÈêYouâÈçre only ten months older than me. Go ahead, though. IâÈçll watch.âÈë

Drooping with disappointment, the little brush returned to its box as AphroditeâÈçs brush began dusting sparkly blue powder on her eyelids.

It had been on the tip of PersephoneâÈçs tongue to say that sheâÈçd watch too, but Aphrodite had already pulled out a stool for her and the third brush was hovering over her impatiently, waiting to begin. âÈêHop up,âÈë Aphrodite said. âÈêThis will be fun!âÈë

Persephone obeyed, and the brush immediately began dusting blue on her eyelids as well.

When the goddessgirls finally left the shop, AphroditeâÈçs and PersephoneâÈçs eyes were heavily lined with black kohl, and Persephone carried a bagful of lipsticks, eyeliners, and eye powders that she didnâÈçt really want.

Oh well, she thought, sheâÈçd leave them in the Beauty- ology classroom later. She could hardly wait to wipe off the kohl from around her eyes when she got home. Against her already super-pale skin, the heavy black eyeliner made her look positively pasty. On Aphrodite, of course, the kohl looked great, but it made Persephone feel like a raccoon.

âÈêLook!âÈë Athena exclaimed. âÈêThereâÈçs ArachneâÈçs Sewing Supplies.âÈë The goddessgirls hurried over to the shop. Athena and Aphrodite oohed and aahed over bins of shimmery fabrics and colorful threads and yarns.

Aphrodite held up a length of sparkly pink fabric. âÈêI want to make a new chiton for the dance on Friday,âÈë she said. âÈêThis will be perfect!âÈë

âÈêYeah!âÈë Persephone pretended to be excited too, but in truth she was bored. Besides, she didnâÈçt plan to go to the Harvest Hop. Even if she had wanted to go, she doubted her mom would let her. She thought Persephone was too young for dancesâÈ'for any activity involving godboys, actually. Her mom owned a shop in the mall, DemeterâÈçs Daisies, Daffodils, and Floral Delights. Persephone would have enjoyed stopping by to see the new fall bouquets, but she didnâÈçt suggest it. She knew Athena and Aphrodite didnâÈçt share her interest in gardening.

âÈêYou should take up knitting, Persephone,âÈë said Athena. She held a big ball of luminescent green yarn next to PersephoneâÈçs head. âÈêWhat do you think?âÈë she asked Aphrodite.

Aphrodite squinted at Persephone. âÈêI think her hair could be less curly. Maybe a straightenerâÈ'âÈë

âÈêI was asking about the color of the yarn next to her hair,âÈë interrupted Athena.

Leaping Olympians! thought Persephone, stunned. They were talking about her as if she wasnâÈçt even there! But she continued to stand between them as they tossed remarks about her back and forth over her head.

âÈêGreen goes perfect with red hair,âÈë Aphrodite declared. âÈêAnd it heightens the green of her eyes. What are you thinking she should make? A cap?âÈë

âÈêBut IâÈ',âÈë Persephone started to protest.

âÈêDonâÈçt worry,âÈë Athena interrupted again. âÈêI invented a great pattern you can use.âÈë

Persephone sighed. She didnâÈçt want a cap. She never wore caps. Besides, despite having a green thumb for gardening, she was all thumbs at sewing and knitting. But faking an enthusiasm she didnâÈçt feel, she bought the yarn anyway, planning to return it next time she visited the market.

âÈêThanks,âÈë she told the saleslady in a cheerless voice. âÈêI canâÈçt wait to use this.âÈë Her words sounded so false. CouldnâÈçt anyone else see what a phony she was? Even the sound of her name seemed to show it: PersePHONY. But she lacked the guts to say how she really felt about even the smallest things.

âÈêDonâÈçt let me forget to give you that pattern later,âÈë Athena said as the goddessgirls left the mall.

Persephone nodded. âÈêSure,âÈë she said, though she rather hoped Athena would forget.

The three girls loosened the ties on their sandals to free the silver wings at their heels. The ties twined around their ankles again, and the wings began to flap. In seconds their sandals whisked them up the mountainside and through the clouds. When they were almost to the top of Mount Olympus, Persephone called out, âÈêSee you tomorrow!âÈë

Waving, Athena and Aphrodite barely slowed as they ascended to the top of Mount Olympus without her. Persephone watched them wistfully. Among her friends, she was the only one who lived at home, instead of in the dorm.

Veering right, she came across a stream and washed off her eye makeup. Then, as she began to zip upward again, the papyrus bag holding her purchases ripped. The ball of yarn rolled out. She made a grab for it, but only just managed to catch the end of the string as the ball tumbled toward Earth, unwinding as it fell. âÈêCome back here, you snarly little ball of trouble!âÈë Persephone grumbled.

She followed it down, landing in a large open space of stony ground, patchy green grass, and scattered trees. A park, she thought. But then she noticed the rows and rows of gray stone markers and rectangular marble tombs. âÈêGodness!âÈë she exclaimed aloud. âÈêItâÈçs a cemetery!âÈë

Âû 2010 Joan Holub