Author's Note: Hey guys, it has been a long time. Like a year in fact. I had every intention of continuing to write this story, but I was just too lazy. So I've come back to it, and now I'm rewriting it. It isn't a Sam/OC anymore. In fact, there isn't any romance. I hope none of you are too disappointed in that. I also hope you still want to read it. I have some other stories to write and an RP to do (which I'm using Heidi for, which is why I came back to this.) But please enjoy and review, it would mean a lot! :)

Heidi stared at the paper in front of her. It almost seemed to be mocking her, in fact. The words swirled around and changed in garbled gibberish every time she blinked. It was giving her a headache, starting from behind the eyes. She gritted her teeth and let out a frustrated sigh. It was no use. She was sure she knew at least half of the material, which was better than none, but there was no way to show it.

"Alright class, time's up!" Ms. Beckerdite called out.

Most had already finished, but she had only managed to write her name at the top: Heidi Evans. A shadow fell over her, causing her to look up. Ms. Beckerdite's thin lips were set in a hard line. She slipped the test off of Heidi's desk and into the growing pile of papers that she cradled in her arms. The look in her eyes behind her black rimmed glasses showed disappointment. But she said nothing, knowing that Heidi was already punishing herself.

Ms. Beckerdite continued on, telling them what they would be covering in the next chapter. But Heidi's attention had drifted elsewhere. Ah yes, the window; the perfect place to observe the outside world while thoughts were running wild in a place even farther off.

It was times like these that Heidi disliked being a daughter of Aphrodite. She wanted to be naturally smart, rather than being intuitive on fashion, makeup, etc. Those things were fine for other people, but they weren't in her interests. She had nothing against her siblings either, they simply didn't enjoy the same things.

The bell rung and the students made a mad dash to the door. Heidi was much slower in rising; it was as if the weight of her failure was physical. As she passed Ms. Beckerdite's desk, she called out to her. "Heidi." She was even slow on turning. "I know it's hard, but I'm going to try to help you out the best that I can. The school system is very standardized, but I will, to the best of my ability, individualize it for you. There are restrictions to what I can do though. I think you're brighter than what shows on paper."

Heidi nodded in response.

Ms. Beckerdite pursed her lips, then sighed. "Alright, go on home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Ms. B.," Heidi replied and she trudged out of the room.

Once out of DeWitt Clinton High School and on the street of the South Bronx, she walked down the street at a much quicker pace than before. While she could fight monsters well enough, humans were another thing. Hell, even in school it was dangerous. Her celestial bronze dagger protected her from monsters, but did nothing from mortals. It was her luck that the metal detectors were affected by the Mist.

She constantly scanned her surroundings for danger. She rubbed the silver ring on her finger with her thumb. The shape of a sparrow was engraved onto it, the sign of her mother. While she was a bit concerned about being mugged for the ring, it would transformed into a dagger when needed.

As she thought about her failing grades, anger began to boil inside of her. She went to one of the worst school in America, her mother was a goddess, and monsters were always right behind her. She couldn't get a fucking break!

She sighed to try to calm herself down. Getting angry about it wouldn't help. She continued to walk through the city until she came to her apartment. She climbed the stairs to the second floor and unlocked her door when she reached it.

"Dad, I'm home," she called out. "If you're even here," she mumbled at the end. She was met with silence, which wasn't surprising. She walked into the small kitchen to see a note on the fridge.

Heidi,

I had to do overtime today. I'm sorry I couldn't be here to see you off. Nora is with Sherry.

Love you, Dad.

She sighed in frustration. She really wanted to see him, especially Nora, before she left to go to camp. But it couldn't be helped, she guess. She went into the room that Nora and she shared to pack some things.

Once her backpack was full, she slung it over her shoulder and straightened out her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. She still had a few days of school left, but she didn't have any intention of going. There wasn't any point, really. She grabbed a book and money for the two hour bus ride and headed to the door.

Just as she opened it, she faced two men dressed in suits. Once had his hand raised to knock, but froze the action. Together, they pulled out their badges and opened and closed them quickly.

"I'm Agent Gunn and this is Agent Rose of the FBI," the shorter one introduced himself. He was about as tall as her dad with thick lips and dark, dirty blonde hair. The other was even taller by several inches and had long brown hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

She straightened her posture and couldn't help but notice their extreme height advantage. "How many I help you?"

"We're here to talk about your neighbor, Frank Way."

Heidi pursed my lips. "Look, I understand you're investigating and all." Both of them raised their eyebrows at her. "But I have to get going. I'm going to miss my bus otherwise."

"Look, Miss Evans," Agent Gunn started.

"Sorry," she interrupted. "My father should be home tonight. Or tomorrow, I don't know. You can talk to him." Heidi slipped past them both and made her escape.