Meet Cassandra, the newest student at Mount Olympus Academy! She has an amazing talent—but will her new friends believe her? This Goddess Girls story is based on the myth of Cassandra, who has the gift of seeing the future—except no one believes her. Can Apollo, the god of prophecy, help his new crush? Joan Holub has authored and/or illustrated over 140 children’s books, including the Goddess Girls series, the Heroes in Training series, the New York Times bestselling picture book Mighty Dads (illustrated by James Dean), and Little Red Writing (illustrated by Melissa Sweet). She lives in North Carolina and is online at JoanHolub.com. Suzanne Williams is a former elementary school librarian and the author of over seventy books for children, including the award-winning picture books Library Lil (illustrated by Steven Kellogg) and My Dog Never Says Please (illustrated by Tedd Arnold), and several chapter book and middle grade series. She also coauthors the Goddess Girls and Thunder Girls series with the fantastic Joan Holub. Visit her at Suzanne-Williams.com. Cassandra the Lucky 1 Fortune-Telling Cassandra TWELVE-YEAR-OLD CASSANDRA TWIRLED A LONG strand of her fire-gold hair around one finger as she sat before her bedroom desk, waiting. It was Thursday morning, and she was alone for once. No mom, sister, or brother around to bug her. She was supposed to be doing her homework for her Gods and Goddesses of Mount Olympus class, which was due tomorrow. But instead she was working on a very different sort of project. One that had nothing to do with school. A few minutes passed, and then her brown, almond-shaped eyes widened. She smelled peppermints! Which meant she was about to have another vision, since she always smelled peppermints right before she did. Within seconds the vision came to her, floating in a mist in front of her eyes. In it she saw the goddessgirl Athena surrounded by her three best goddessgirl friends, Aphrodite, Persephone, and Artemis. Although Cassandra didn’t know any of these goddessgirls personally, she recognized them from the one time she’d gone to Mount Olympus to attend Zeus and Hera’s wedding. She listened closely as Athena grinned at her friends and said, “A horse, of course.” Huh? Cassandra had no idea what that meant. However, she did know for sure that Athena would speak those words sometime in the next few days. Because Cassandra’s prophecies always came true. Even if she was the only one who realized that fact! “What are you doing?” demanded a concerned voice. Cassandra had been concentrating so hard that she jerked her head up in surprise at the sudden question. She looked over to see her older sister, Laodice, coming into the bedroom the two girls shared. The scent of peppermints and the vision both abruptly faded away. Of course, Laodice hadn’t seen the vision. She’d be the first to admit that she couldn’t prophesy her way out of a papyrus bag. Cassandra and her twin brother, Helenus, were the only ones in the family who could see the future. And the fortunes they told—well, her brother’s at least—went into the fortune cookies sold at their family’s store. It was called the Oracle-O Bakery and was here in the Immortal Marketplace, which stood halfway between Earth and Mount Olympus. Her mother had bought the store and this apartment right above it just two months ago. Even though Cassandra and her family were mortals, not immortals, they were fortunately allowed to live and own a shop in the IM. “Nothing. I’m not doing anything,” Cassandra told her sister. Quickly, before she could forget the words she’d foreseen, Athena would speak, she picked up a feather pen. After dipping the quill tip in a bottle of ink, she scribbled the words on a small piece of papyrus exactly one inch by four inches long. Then she set the fortune on a stack of others she’d already written. Money was tight, and her family didn’t have a lot of extra papyrus lying around. So she’d cut up an old drawing she’d done on the bakery letterhead stationery into these slips and written her fortunes on the backs of them. “Are too. You’re fortune-telling again,” Laodice accused gently as she crossed the room. Cassandra shrugged, her gaze flicking to the sundial on the windowsill. She’d been doing fortunes for almost an hour! Time always flew when she was having visions. She got into a mental zone, her own little world, where she didn’t hear or see anything except the prophecies in her head. Prophecies no one ever believed, unfortunately, despite their truth. Instead she was widely considered to be a liar—and that really stung! Laodice went over to the mirror that hung on the wall above her makeup table. As she passed Cassandra, the air stirred the golden moons, stars, and suns in the wind chimes dangling from the ceiling over Cassandra’s desk. They clinked together merrily. Every family that had a shop here in the Immortal Marketplace had a member with some special talen