I sit quietly in the classroom my finger tapping against the side of my pottery wheel as I watch the ceramic students mold different shapes. There's a pot, a bowl, a vase, a fish shaped plate, theres so many I don't even know why I'm here. I just want to go home. To be honest I shouldn't even be in ceramics I don't know what I should be in Mom just said the arts was where I needed to be so I choose a major she would approve of. 

Sculpture.

Bleah. 

This is the fifth major I've chosen in just a year and I still don't even know if I'll reach my goals by the end of it. I take a breath and blow my hair out of my face as I dip my fingers in water to continue molding my clay. I'm probably the worst student in this class as my fingers fumble all over the place but it doesn't matter. I don't really need to pass this class I just need to get through it. One of the perks of having a rich Mom and older sisters or maybe it's a negative of being the middle child. Mother and older sisters focus their energy on my younger sisters. 

I take a breath in as I push a piece of my hair behind my ear using the back of my wrist. I finish as much of my amphora styled vase as possible before I decide to head home. I'm getting sick of the smell of clay. 

I quickly clean my hands throw up my apron and then grab my canvas bag from the shelves in the back of the classroom. 

I don't even know why I'm still in school. I think as I stroll through the college campus. I've gone to so many colleges already, almost finished so many majors, and I could get a job but my past careers got tiring I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to learn more see what the people "my age" liked now and days. Living as long as I have it's sometimes hard to follow the trends. 

"Era," a voice calls from across the courtyard of the arts class rooms. 

I turn to see a head poking out from a music room where scales are being played in almost perfect pitches. I sigh then smirk, it's my sister, Eurterpe.

She glances back at the classroom then approaches me "Are we going home?" She smirks.

"We?" I raise an eyebrow. "You have two more classes."

"We're just doing scales for the hundredth time." She whines.

I roll my eyes she's probably the only other person that feels just how pointless this is sometimes. "Scales are important, there was a time when we didn't even have them."

"Yeah but that was far before we were a thought to the humans."

I give her a look that tells her to stop talking. Shes existed longer than me and yet she has had the heart of a child since the very first time I met her. She's careless, assertive and luckily friendly unlike me. 

"Go back to class." I smirk walking backwards as I point to the door. "You know why you need to go. Go make more friends."

She starts to walk backwards to her class. "You're one to talk, it seems you still have not made a single friend and the semesters almost over."

I shrug my shoulders. "You have enough for the both of us." I smile just as the scales quiet down with the tapping of a baton.

She hurries inside while I still walk backwards waiting for her to go in completley and just like a movie everything happens at once. 

I don't know how but first I trip on his shoe my bag latching onto something of his, I think it's his belt. Then theres a flurry of papers flying in the air, sheet music actually. It flutters in the air while we both land on our bottoms him behind me and me practically in his lap. 

I quickly turn around still on my hands and knees as I begin apologizing. "I'm so sorry," I mumble as I pick up the sheet music finding theres a open brief case for it and a manilla folder. "I was walking backwards and wasn't paying attention." I look up to him and am stunned. 

He's like a Greek God with a soft cobalt hue of blue eyes, tanned skin and dark hair. He's wearing black rimmed glasses that are slipping off to show deep set eyes and a strong bridged nose. He's so handsome I pause from helping collect his papers. To stare at him.

He's gorgeous and I need to repeat this because that means a lot coming from me. I have seen hundred upon thousands of men over the span of my long lifetime but there was a time when men like him were all I was surrounded by. I never thought I would see one like him again especially after thousands of years. 

He scowls breaking my train of thought. "You shouldn't have been walking backwards." He groans beginning to stand up. "Are you even a student here."

I scowl back offended by the tone. "Yes, I am." 

He studies me as he considers my words. "You look young, my mistake." His words are nice but his face is still scowling like I'm just a pest. 

I scoff and quickly gather the contents of my bag that had spilled out and fallen amongst his own things. "Walk carefully next time." He glares at me as he closes the breif case that held his things and pushes up his glasses. 

Before I can say anymore he grabs his phoen from the floor and rushes off to one of the classrooms.

I still am sitting on the floor picking up my now open binder as I mimic his annoying attitude. "Walk carfully next time," I sneer "How about you watch the attitude on your face."

I stand up pulling my bag close as I head to the parking lot.

I hate people like that. People that are so pretty or handsome and treat others like they don't deserve respect or care. I suppose some one not conventially attractive could also be like that but I have biased ideas that those people especially are prone to it because they get special privileges all their life. 

Mother understands what I mean, she's dealed with idiots like that many times in the past. 

I get into my 2004 honda civic and drive home as fast as I can, I just want to shower, do my homework and sleep. Very normal things. I was normal. Normal old Erato with brunette hair green eyes and slight bags under my eyes. 

Or at least thats what my mom wanted.

I arrive at the large house I called home that had ten rooms six baths and a four car garage thank goodness mom had a savings when all the gods went to aboslute despair.

I park in the driveway and walk up to the wooden door where I can already hear my sisters speaking to one another along with the annoying sound of Polyhymnia practicing new poetry in the form of rap. 

I unlock the door and walk into the house. The entry way is large tiled with white granite that then leads down to a huge living room where a floor to celing windw shows a large backyard and pool. In the corner of the room is a grand piano while in the middle of the room is a beautiful glass coffee table and couches surrounding it.  My mom is sitting on one of the couches praising her youngest daughters efforts while Thalia my second youngest sister is smirking and Calliope my oldest sister is staring at her lap fidiling with her phone. 

"Era," My mother grins beautiful with her ebony curls framing her face and her olive skin smooth as marble. She's wearing a white toga while gold bands adore her wrist, neck and hair. "How was school, any new friends."

"It was okay and I did talk to someone new." I said thinking of the annoying man.

She smiles brighter the color a match to her toga. "That's great," She turns to Calliope. "Calli just created a contract with a mortal so she'll be sustained for another twenty years maybe a year for the rest of us." 

Calliope, my oldest sister and the gem of my mothers eyes smiles then meets my eyes with her gentle brown. 

I start to walk to the staircase on my left "Oh is that so," I begin to ascend it. "That's great."

She peers at me for a moment then snaps her fingers, my clothes change to a pale red toga while my hair is pulled into a loose bun that's wrapped in olive branches. 

"Perfect," She smiles. "Red is a suitable color for the muse of love and lyric poetry." 

I grin she means well but I've worn red for thousands of years I don't need more red "Thanks," I grin weakly as I continue ascending the stairs to my room. 

When I finally get to my room and close the door I snap my fingers and I'm now in an oversized t shirt with boxers. It's comfortable for me, worn out and soft.

I stroll to my bed that's in the middle of my white carperted room. It's pristine in here besides a desk in the corner that has a small light. It's right next to a double door that leads out to a balcony which is my favorite part of the room. 

I slowly drag my feet to my comfortable bed and throw myself onto it along with my bag. I sigh as I think about it all. 

How do my sisters do it. How do they live thousands and thousands of years to only want to live thousands and thousands of more. The Greek Gods are gone now, all dead when the humans stopped believing us. The Gods were to full of themselves to ask the humans for help but not the muses. We were nothing without the humans we knew this from the beginning we were created for them, to inspire them. So in order to survive we made contracts with artists, promising them fame and inspiration if in exchange they told people they had a muse. This money and belief in us was enough to keep us alive. Sometimes we had truly famous people, sometimes small artist. I have only created three contracts in all this time. It was hard for me to make contracts compared to my sisters that made dozens. 

I take a slow breath in then exhale. 

I wasn't sure I wanted to exist anymore. Life is repetitive.

Suddenly my phone rings from inside my bag and I stuggle within the contents to find it. I pull it out, the number on screen is one I don't know as the caller ID is a default gray person. I press the red button and lay back down ready to take a small nap until the phone starts ringing again.

I pick it up this time. "Hello,"

"You have my phone," A deep voice responds on the other line.

I frown. "Who is this?" 

The voice responds sarcastically. "Who do you think?" 

I scowl. "I don't freaking know otherwise I wouldn't have asked."

"It's the man you bumped into today." He pauses. "We swapped phones."

I pull the phone that was against my ear back and spin it around it was blue just like mine, it was even the same model but as I swipe to the home screen I find that its a dog. I didn't have a dog.

I let out a groan.