Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. I do own the plot idea and my OCs.

"Awe, look it! She's trying to read! Why're you trying to read freak? You can't read! You're dyslexic! Poor baby! Can't even read!"

"Ha! What kind of freak can't read? Oh! Look! She's getting mad!"

"What're you gonna do, bitch? You gonna try and read to us? Oh, I'm so scared!"

The 'freak' and 'bitch' in question was a small girl, her bright green eyes dull, as she looked up from the book she held. The other girls were right, she couldn't read. The words seemed to dance off of the page and rearrange themselves. The result was an unreadable mess.

It surprised her though, that they were still remarking about her dyslexia. In elementary school or middle school, she could understand. But in high school? And during their senior year? She shook her head in disgust, her long black braid gently moving along her back. "That's getting kind of old, isn't it?" she asked as her attention flickered between the two girls. In confrontational situations like this, her ADHD was actually a help, not a hindrance.

One girl, the blond on the left, hissed as if she had been slapped. It was an idea that the 'bitch' entertained for only a moment. She didn't need to get into any more fights. She wanted to finish her senior year without being kicked out or without having to move. This was the 18th school she had been in and she didn't want to mess that up now. Besides, she wanted to go to Prom, even if it was out dated and silly.

The other girl, a red head with a short bob, raised one hand which was curled into a claw. "Bitch!" She snarled, lunging to rake her long green nails down the other girl's face.

The fight, which wasn't really a fight, was over in a matter of seconds. The blond was on the floor, a few feet away, complaining about her tail bone and the red head sobbed slightly as she looked down at her hand. Her long nails had been broken! And the other girl was sitting in her chair calmly as if nothing had happened!

The girl placed her book face down on the library table. "Oh," she said, a surprised look on her face, the two silver rings in her bottom lip pulling slightly as he mouth formed an 'o'. "What happened? Oh, Mrs. Morris! Something happened to Brianna and Helene!"

The two girls, Brianna and Helene, glared, open mouthed at the other girl as she smirked at them. Even if she had difficulties reading she was still Mrs. Morris, the school librarian's, favorite student. She would take her word over their word any day!

Helene, the blond, hissed as she righted herself and collected Brianna, who was still slightly sobbing, her make up running down her face. "Bitch, we'll get you! This isn't the end of this!"

And with that remark the two girls quickly exited the library, followed by the girl's snickers.

An older looking woman with a nice, clean cut brown bob glanced out of an office, removing an ear bud as she did so. "Lillith? Did you call me?" she asked as she looked over the rim of her glasses.

The girl, Lillith, smiled widely, the silver rings in her lip flashing in the light. "Oh, no Mrs. Morris, I didn't say anything."

As soon as she spoke the ball rang, signaling the end of lunch. Lillith sighed and picked up her bag. It was a tattered thing, black and worn around the bottom, but it served its purpose. It allowed her to carry her books around with out disturbing the delicate pattern of studs embedded in her back.

She brushed off her jeans and tugged the hem of her shirt down. She was pretty sure that the shirt said, "MADE YOU LOOK", across her chest in white letters, but she wasn't completely sure. Dad was dyslexic as well and wasn't much help when it came to reading anything.

She sighed as she left the library. It was her only safe haven, well that, the old gym, and the choir room. Well, not so much the choir room any more, not since the new director had shown up. The old director, Mrs. Spells, had left on maternity leave and no one was sure when she'd be back. The new director, Ms. Dun, just gave her the creeps. She couldn't stand the old lady's gaze on her. It made her shiver.

She waved absently at Mrs. Morris as she exited the library, hanging a left into the stair well, and made her way up the stairs to Latin class. It was odd, Latin seemed to make more sense to her than English did. She still had trouble reading it, but it was easier than English. That and the teacher, Mr. Brunner, was her favorite teacher.

He didn't care if she had ADHD or that she was dyslexic. He didn't talk to her as if she were slow, like some of the other teachers did, and he expected her to do just as well as the other students, even if sometimes her tests had to be taken orally, rather than written. Maybe the reason he didn't treat her any differently was because he was handicapped himself. He was stuck in a motorized wheelchair, but he never seemed to let it effect him.

Today, though, seemed to drag on and on and on. It seemed like it would never end.

Thankfully she had off the rest of the day after her 5th period Latin class. As soon as the bell rang, Lillith bolted for the door, only to run smack dab into a boy coming in through the door before her.

She went sprawling, books sliding around the floor, pencils and pens rolling, sheet music flying. She heard a curse, which was in English, yet she some how understood. The boy had said something about pants.

"Oh, Gods, let me help you up," a male voice said from above.

Lillith looked up into a pair of the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She was shocked into silence. The boy who was helping her up was just so… She couldn't explain it. It was almost as if he was glowing with an inner light. She mutely took his offered hand and pulled herself up. He was strong, she thought to herself, very strong. He seemed like the kind of person that could be found back at the Dojo her father owned.

"Ah, Percy! So nice to see you!" Mr. Brunner had silently approached them. Well, maybe Lillith was just too out of it to notice. "Percy, this is my favorite student Lillith Krieger. Lillith, this is one of my old students Percy Jackson." The old teacher nodded to each one as he introduced them.

The boy, Percy, Lillith told herself, smiled charmingly at Lillith. "Your favorite student? I thought I was your favorite student Mr. Brunner!" The two shared at private laugh, at Lillith's expense. The small, pierced girl was more than a little confused.

"It's a good thing you're here Percy. Lillith here was just about to leave and then how would you've gotten to her Dojo?" The teacher asked.

"Wait, what?" Lillith asked, her black brows furrowed in confusion. "Why would he be going to the Dojo?" she asked.

Percy and Mr. Brunner shared a look. "Oh dear, and I was so sure Alexander had told her by now. Things are getting more and more complicated. They are starting to gather you know. She just gives off so much power. A bit like you did really," Mr. Brunner said to Percy with a nod," But you had Gabe to mask it. At least Alexander masks it some what.

Lillith growled in frustration and grabbed at Percy's shoulder, wheeling him around to face her. His surprised look didn't stop her from jabbing a black painted nail into his chest. "Listen buster! I want to know what the hell's going on! You two are talking about me, I just know it!"

Mr. Brunner sighed heavily and removed something from his pocket. It was a necklace, from the look of it, and was shaped like a sword, a bronze sword. "Put this on," he said with a brisk tone. "Your father will have to explain things to you. He should have done so already."

Lillith took the necklace from her teacher and slipped it on after a fight with her braid. Her hair reached her waist and hadn't wanted to cooperate with the girl when she tried to pull her hair out from under the chain.

"Well," Percy said after he cleared his throat, "I guess we should go. C'mon Lillith." The taller boy walked out of the class room without a backward glance. Lillith, however, looked back once and gave Mr. Brunner a wane smile before she followed Percy out.