As a child, my professional aspirations were simple: I wanted to be a princess of a charming little country in Europe. Disney movies like Cinderella and Beauty and the Beast gave me hope that a mere peasant like me could one day become royalty. Of course, these were childish dreams. I never imagined they would actually come true.

Kidding.

I'm not a princess of a country, nor will I ever be. However, I am not a typical high school student. No, I'm not the "Chosen One" or a child of Poseidon. Nothing silly like that.

I am a Freyja.

In Norse mythology, Freyja was said to be a preeminent goddess of love, battle, and death.

It's not a myth.

I know, I know. I told you being a child of Poseidon would be silly just a few moments ago. We aren't Freyja's children. Thousands of years ago, Freyja chose a select few to become "Freyjas". A bit vain to name a group after yourself, if you ask me. But anyway, these Freyjas were tasked with coupling people up. Of course, there is no such thing as a soulmate, but Freyjas have the ability to know who would match well with who. Freyjas were also tasked with a more dangerous mission: track down and kill every monster that walks the earth and keep humanity safe. Freyja gave these individuals special abilities to aid them with their never-ending mission. Said abilities were passed on to each generation.

Over the centuries, Freyjas have become less and less responsible and have been known to cause chaos and drama- using the abilities Freyja gave us for bad rather than for good. Of course, I, on the other hand, am the epitome of the perfect-

I groaned as I slammed my journal close, the bell ringing in my ears. Guess I'll have to finish my autobiography in Spanish. Why am I writing an autobiography, you ask? Well, I fully intend on becoming famous one day, so I thought I'd just get it out of the way now while I still have the time.

I gathered my supplies and violently stuffed them into my backpack. I tossed a glance behind me as I stumbled out of physics. I smirked as I caught Joey, a skinny geek with blonde hair, rushing to catch up to Molly, a pretty brunette. Looks like Jo's going to take my advice and try to talk with the most popular girl in school. They couldn't have been more wrong for each other, but I loved watching love-sick fools crash and burn.

I lagged behind to watch the inevitably hilarious humiliation Jo was soon about to experience. My face twisted into an amused grin as Molly looked absolutely appalled that Jo would have the audacity to even consider looking at her, let alone talk to her. Jo's face fell when he finally came to the conclusion that it could never happen, widening my grin.

Realizing the entertainment was over, I looked around to see if anyone else caught Joey's failed attempt. Instead, I found a pair of piercing blue eyes staring directly at me. It was the new guy. I racked my head for a name as I examined him. His wavy brown hair stuck up a little and was swept to the side. His eyes were studying me in an almost disappointed way and his full lips were pulled into a slight frown.

The warning bell chimed, reminding me that I still had an education to attend to. I looked away from my attractive classmate and made a hasty retreat to the comforts of Señora Simón's Spanish III classroom.

I quickly took a seat at my desk and waited as Señora Simón took attendance, my mind still on those mysterious blue eyes. Who does he think he is, looking so disappointed in me? We don't know each other. I couldn't even remember his name.

"Noah? Noah Davis?"

Curiosity overtook my preoccupied thoughts as I looked for the owner of this unfamiliar name. A hand casually shot up and a smooth, clear voice responded, "presente".

My head whipped left to the back of the classroom where I recognized those same light blue eyes that had captured my attention not so long ago. Oh, so that was his name. Noah. I silently tested his name on my lips.

I rose my hand, cutting Señora Simón off from the fascinating topic of... something about Spanish.

"¿Me permite ir al baño?" I asked as sweetly as I could muster.

Señora Simón sighed a lengthy sigh, as if allowing students the right to relieve themselves was always such a hassle.

"Sé rápida, Señorita Jordan. "

I inwardly smirked as I knew she was recounting the last time I needed to "go to the restroom".

I quickly made my way to the ladies' room. As I walked in, I immediately felt a heavy tension. A girl was crying uncontrollably as two of her friends attempted to comfort her. My eyes widened as they all turned to look at me.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt." I awkwardly shuffled to the furthest stall away from them. I hate it when girls just stand in the restroom and talk. It makes it seem as if you're the rude one. I hope I don't make too much noise. I don't want to ruin that girl's existential crisis.

The three girls were still huddled together when I came out of the stall. Now that the girl had stopped crying and tissues weren't hiding her face, I could recognize her as Lela Davis.

Lela had always been kind to me, even if it was just for the class acquaintance needed for academic survival. Before I lost the sudden need to maintain our friendship, I gently asked her what was wrong.

Lela sniffled as renewed tears threatened to fall out, "E-Eric cheated on m-me."

This came as no surprise to me. Eric was a cheating jerkwad. They were also a terrible match to begin with. Of course, I couldn't tell her exactly how I knew this, so I took the easier route.

"What?" I feigned surprise, "How could he?? Lela, you are seriously one of the smartest people I know. And you're so pretty, too. Eric doesn't deserve you if he doesn't see that."

I hope that didn't sound too fake...

Lela looked up, "Y-you really think that?"

I nodded, "In fact, I'm pretty sure I heard Donny talking about how much he wished you and Eric would break up so that he might have a chance with you."

I heard no such thing. But, again, I couldn't tell her that I have special powers that allow me to know who would make a great couple. I don't know why the urge to help Lela came to me. I usually revel in the amusement wrong matches bring me. Maybe it was because she looked so vulnerable while she's usually so confident.

Lela looked at me with baffled confusion. One of her friends turned to me, "She was just dumped and you thought it was a good idea to tell her this now?"

Well sorry. That's the last time I make an effort to help anyone. I scoffed, about to make a rude gesture, when Lela interrupted.

"No, its okay. I really appreciate you telling me, Maraya." She gave me a small smile.

I looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow in a smug "see?" kind of way. Then I smiled back at Lela and stepped out of the restroom, returning to class.

When I walked in, the entire classroom was in a beautiful chaos. Colorful discards of poster paper littered the floor, and what wasn't on the floor was on my noisy classmates. I carefully meandered my way to Señora Simón's desk and asked her what was going on. She rapidly replied in Spanish but when she saw my blank face she sighed and switched to English, raising her voice to talk over all the noise.

"We started a group project to get to know each other in the new semester. It's due on Tuesday after the three day weekend. You have to use a certain amount of props and preterite and imperfect verbs. Read the handout for clarification."

So that explains the obviously homemade paper costumes.

She returned to her work as I awkwardly stood by her desk. After what seemed like half an hour, she looked up at me again. "Do you need something else?"

"What group am I in and could I get the handout please?"

Señora Simón let out a frustrated sigh, "Your classmates already chose their groups while you were in the restroom. Go find one that only has three people in it and they should have a handout for you."

Well that's just great. Now I have to actually engage with my idiotic classmates. I searched the room for a group of three, my eyes landing on Noah Davis with Hadley Addams and Aaron Webber in the corner. I walked up to them. When I got there, Aaron stopped talking and three pairs of eyes stared up into my brown ones.

I plopped down in a vacant seat. "I wasn't here when we got into groups so I'll be joining you now, if that's okay."

Hadley offered a forced smile, "Of course. We were just discussing when we should meet up to do the assignment. Does tomorrow at 4 work for you?"

I contemplated saying I had immutable plans every day of the week so I could get out of Hadley's irritatingly positive attitude but I figured that I had nothing better to do. The only downside to being friendless is that I have way too much time on my hands- a problem my uncle dearly wished to be rectified.

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay, great. See everyone tomorrow at the library." Hadley concluded right as the bell rang.