Description: Goddess Girls: Aphrodite the Diva 1 D for Diva I''M FAILING HERO-OLOGY? APHRODITE STOOD in the middle of the Mount Olympus Academy gymnasium and stared at her grade in shock. That can''t be! she thought. She closed her sparkling blue eyes and opened them again, hoping she hadn''t seen right. Unfortunately the D was still there. Okay, so a D wasn''t exactly failing. But it was close. She glanced around and saw mean-girl Medusa eyeing her in a nosy way from across the gym. Uh-oh. Quickly, she stuffed the reportscroll into the pocket of her new chiton. She''d work on somehow getting her grade changed later. But for now she''d better do what she''d come here for and get out fast before any-one asked about her grades. She couldn''t let anyone find out about this. Plenty of students at MOA thought that anyone who was beautiful was automatically an airhead. She didn''t want to reinforce the idea. Besides, it wasn''t true! Absently, she fluffed her long, naturally wavy golden hair. Sure, everyone said she was the prettiest goddessgirl at the Academy. But one bad grade didn''t mean she was D for dumb. Right? With her eyes glued to the giant game board which now hogged the center of the gym, Aphrodite hurried toward it. The board was normally set up in Mr. Cyclops''s Hero-ology classroom. It had been moved here for a party to celebrate Hero Day. Today''s party kicked off the start of Hero Week, a five-day school break. "Excuse me. Sorry. Pardon me," she said, weaving through the throng of students between her and the game. Every godboy she saw was instantly dazzled by her smile and moved aside for her to pass. Whew! The gym was packed. Hero-ology was a required class, so every student at MOA had gathered here. She''d arrived late because she''d zipped down to the Immortal Marketplace bright and early for gift wrap and lost track of time. A window display had caught her eye and she''d wound up trying on one chiton after another. Could have happened to anyone, right? Eventually, she reached the game board, which covered the top of a table about the size of two Ping-Pong tables set side by side. Its three-dimensional world map showed colorful countries dotted with castles, villages, roads, and hills. The countries were surrounded by oceans filled with small sea monsters, mermaids, and scaly dragons that really moved! Dozens of three-inch-tall hero statues stood atop the board here and there as movable game pieces. Most already had a small gift resting beside them. It was tradition that each student reward his or her hero on this special day. (Hence the need for her trip to the mall that morning for gift wrap!) Unfortunately, the statue of Paris, her valiant mortal hero, had been set on the far side of the game board on Mount Ida in Asia. Aphrodite glanced back toward the gym door, wishing she could escape now. But she couldn''t leave without giving Paris the gift she''d brought for him. Clutching her pink shopping bag, she began to pick her way around the edge of the huge game. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of her best friends, Athena. They waved to each other, wiggling their fingers. Athena''s reportscroll was clasped to her chest and her face glowed with pride. Since she was the biggest brain in school, it was a no-brainer to guess that she''d made an A. Hearing a whoop, Aphrodite looked over to see Apollo high-fiving with Artemis, another of her best friends. Obviously, the brother-sister twins were happy with their grades! Even Dionysus, who was a major goof-off, was proudly showing around his C. He''d done better than she had? No fair! Acting in school dramas and playing in Apollo''s band were the only things he took seriously. Other than that, he pretty much joked around all the time. Well! She didn''t think she deserved a D. And as soon as could, she was going to have a talk with Mr. Cyclops about changing her grade. Aphrodite breathed a sigh of relief when she finally reached the far side of the game board. She dug into her shopping bag and took out a package wrapped in sparkly paper and tiny corkscrew ribbons. It was the gift she''d chosen to reward Paris. "Here you go, little hero; I hope you like what I got you." As she spoke, the magical gift wrap began to unwrap itself. Inside the small gift box was a shiny gold shield about two inches tall. "It''s one of a kind. Real fourteen-karat gold. I found it at the Immortal Marketplace and my godboy friend Hephaestus added the swirly monogrammed P. P for Paris. See?" She set the shield on the game board next to him. Everything they did to their statues actually happened to the corresponding real mortal heroes living far below on earth. So that meant the life-size, living, breathing Paris had just received a big gold shield like this miniature one from her. And he could hear her voice, too, as if she was whispering in his ear. "Sorry about making you fall in love with Helen," Aphrodite went on. "And about the problems it caused in Troy." Their class assignment had been to send their heroes on quests. Instead, she''d accidentally helped Paris start a war. One teensy-weensy little mistake. Was that why she''d gotten a--gulp--D? Thinking about it made her remember that she was in a hurry to get out of there. She maneuvered around the game board again, heading for the side door. Maybe she could slip out before anyone noticed how upset she was. Before anyone could ask her about-- A green hand fell on her arm. "Hey, how''d you do?" asked Medusa, stepping between her and the door to freedom. Aphrodite stopped dead, staring at the snakes that grew from Medusa''s head in place of hair. They flicked their forked tongues in and out as they stared back at her with beady red eyes. Momentarily mesmerized by them, Aphrodite didn''t say a word. "Earth to Bubbles." Medusa snapped her fingers to get her attention. Aphrodite''s eyes flew to Medusa''s face. "Stop calling me that." She hated the nickname. It was kind of embarrassing that she''d been born from sea foam, and some people never let her forget it. "Oops. Sorry." Medusa shrugged, as if saying the nickname had only been an accident. "So did you get your grade?" "Of course," Aphrodite replied casually. "How about you?" "I got a B," Medusa said with a self-satisfied smirk. Behind them, two godboys--Apollo and Ares--pushed their way up to the game board. Then they began noisily racing their heroes up and down the Mediterranean Sea in miniature ships. Several other students gathered to watch. Medusa spoke more loudly to be heard over the commotion. "So what''s your grade?" Apollo glanced at Aphrodite over one shoulder. "Bet you got an A, like Athena." "Yeah, Aphrodite''s better at starting wars than anyone I know," added Ares. His eyes sparkled as he grinned over at her. Aphrodite couldn''t tell if he''d meant that in admiration, or if he was teasing. As the godboy of war, he actually might think that starting a war was a good thing! "I didn''t do it on purpose!" she protested. "I just wanted Paris to find love." "Yeah," growled Medusa, "only my hero, King Menelaus, was in love with her first." Godsamighty! thought Aphrodite. Get over it, already! She jutted out her chin, blue eyes flashing. "Who''s the goddessgirl of love around here anyway?" she demanded, setting a hand on her hip. "Me, that''s who!" She thumped her chest for emphasis. "So I''m the one who should decide who falls in love!" Medusa rolled her eyes. "You are such a diva!" "Huh?" Aphrodite huffed, drawing back in surprise. What was she talking about? "It''s true!" Medusa insisted. "You''d do just about anything to get attention. Even start a war! But word is that the mortals on earth aren''t exactly happy about that." Aphrodite glared at her, something she wouldn''t have dared do if she were a mortal. Medusa could turn mortals to stone with one stare. "I told you that was an accident." "I think it''s nice that she wanted to help Paris find love," Persephone interrupted, coming to stand beside Aphrodite. "And as for the war--all of us have made mistakes with our heroes," said Athena, slipping between Aphrodite and Persephone and linking arms with both. "Just look how lost I got my Odysseus on his way home from Troy." Persephone, Athena, Artemis, and Aphrodite were all best friends, as well as the most popular goddess-girls at MOA. It was nice that her friends stuck up for her and their words gave Aphrodite a warm feeling. Still, what Medusa had said about the earthbound mortals'' disappointment in her was troubling. Before she could think more on that, though, Artemis spoke up from behind her. "Athena''s right," she said. "The whole reason we''re at MOA is to learn how to be the best goddesses we can be. Mistakes are part of the process. Besides, I thought the Trojan war made this year''s Hero-ology class way more interesting than in past years." "Yeah!" added Ares, glancing up from the game board race. "War''s cool." "That comment was so not helpful," Aphrodite informed him. She''d had an on-and-off crus

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