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The Deceit of Mythology

Jennifer Martocci

Autumn (Halloween) 2019

As Andrew pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Greek Mythology classroom, a blast of chill air from the room made him shudder. He froze for a second as he took in the features of the dimly lit room. The dirt-covered cinder block walls were accented with lit torches, but that wasn’t what grabbed his attention. It was the strange dust-covered creature shaped statues that were scattered around the room. Thinking about it, he suspected they were creatures from Greek mythology, which only made him feel a little bit better.

He closed the stubborn door behind him. It instantly felt it hard to breathe in the musty air. Curious about this new classroom’s decorations, he studied the statue closest to the door, which was of a strange creature that looked like a goat, lion, and snake rolled into one. Andrew turned away from the statue but instantly turned back to it as he saw movement. He let out a breath as he realized there was only a mirror behind the statue, and he just saw himself moving. He shook his head and reminded himself that there was nothing to be scared of here. But help as he may, he was still paranoid. He looked back into the mirror and saw a figure standing behind him. All thoughts of calmness disappeared, as he quickly revolved to face the figure. The figure was about six feet tall, towering over the relatively short Andrew. He took note of its stillness and stone-like appearance, deducing that the figure was a statue. He took in the features of the statue of Medusa, the creature from Greek mythology who had snakes for hair and could turn people to stone by staring at them. He noticed her short green dress, and most attention-grabbing, the brown snakes coming out of her head. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” Andrew muttered loudly, annoyance with himself present in his voice after he realized that he was scared of a statue.

He glanced around the room, wondering who heard him talking to himself. Then, he finally realized that there was no one else in the room. He had been too busy concerned about the strangeness of the room that he hadn’t been taking notice who else was in there. There wasn’t even a teacher anywhere in sight. Had he come to the wrong classroom? He hurried out of the classroom, glad that the door came unstuck quickly. He checked the room number but determined that it was the right classroom, 132. He still had a few minutes before class actually began, so he hurried down the hallways of the school, trying to find his good friend, Jake, who would help him sort this out.


“Andrew!” a voice behind him shouted.


Andrew jumped around to face Jake, his heart pounding in his chest. “Wow, dude, you’re jumpy today,” Jake remarked. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the Greek Mythology classroom?”

“I went there and there was no one there,” Andrew started. “There were all these freaky statues, and—”

“Woah, dude, chill out, we can head over to the classroom together and figure it out, okay?”


“Alright, just don’t scare me like that again.”

Andrew led Jake down the hallways to room number 130, before stopping. “Is this it?” Jake asked.


“No, it’s number 132,” Andrew answered.


“That ain’t possible, it ends at 130.”


“It was right here.”

“Are ya sure you weren’t dreaming it up?” “I’m positive,”

“Did ya get enough sleep last night, man?”

“Yes, the room was here,” Andrew said stubbornly, raising his voice a notch. “I’m certain.”

“Hush, dude,” Jake said, gesturing to a nearby group of giggling girls.


“You’re making us looking stupid in front of these ladies,” he said, giving them a smile.

The three girls giggled in response.

“Sorry,” Andrew muttered quietly, distracted as he scanned the group.

He recognized two of the girls from previous years of school. He didn’t recognize the tallest girl, but he definitely remembered her from something. She was wearing a short green dress that he was surprised she was able to sneak past the dress code monitors.

On top of her dress, she was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood pulled up over her head, covering her hair which seemed to be brown. The strange part of her outfit was the sunglasses that she was wearing indoors.

“Dude, stop staring at them and let’s go before we make ourselves look even worse,” Jake said quietly to Andrew, leading him down the hallway, past the group of girls.

“Do you know who the tall girl is?” Andrew asked Jake.

“I met her but don’t remember her name. I think it started with a ‘m’. Why? Do you think she’s cute? She honestly gives me a creepy vibe.”

Andrew turned around to the group and looked back at the tallest girl again. ‘M, m, m’ raced through his head. Who was this girl? Then it hit him.

She looked back at him as he tried to back away. She took off her sunglasses in one swift motion and stared him in the eyes.

He took in every detail of her eyes: the soft hazel brown color with specks of green flurried throughout them. Her small dull black pupils. The exaggerated red veins in the whites of her eyes. Her unblinking gaze.

Jennifer Martocci is a sophomore at Fleming Island High School in Florida. She is an active participant in the writing club at her high school and enjoys writing short stories and poetry. She is glad to have her family and friends, as well as her six mischievous chickens, to support her in her passion to write. She thanks the Canvas Literary Journal for accepting and perusing her entry.