A/N: Woo, first one-shot! I'm not sure if I should do a series of one-shots for Percy at school, so (for now?) this is…"complete" R&R!

"Mr. Jackson!" screeched Mr. Nelson. My head shot up from the mention of my name. Out of habit, I reached for my pocket, where Riptide always reappeared. I looked around, making sure I wasn't in some life or death situation. Nope, just dozed off in history class. That's all. I hope.

Okay, so it's my sophomore year here at Goode High, but the teachers get worse and worse each year…well, other than Paul.

So, we were doing a unit on Ancient Greece in my history class. Now, in normal standards, this would be the class I looked forward to for the whole day. But with Nelson teaching the class?

Nuh uh, not going to happen.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, so why would I be falling asleep in a class about my, err…family? Well, good ole' Mr. Nelson teaches the wrong "myths" with the wrong people! I mean, is it that hard to remember that my namesake, Perseus, was the one to "kill" Medusa, and not Jason?

"Uh, yes Mr. Nelson?" I asked, looking up.

"One more chance, Jackson. I'm giving you one more chance. If you slip up again, well, let's just say I don't have to put up with you in this class anymore." Nelson sneered with a crooked smile plastered on his face. Wait, is he seriously smiling? Could he be a monster?

Hmph. Probably not, because by now, monsters would be all "Silly demigod!" or "Puny Son of Poseidon" on me. And after that, he/she would introduce his/her freakishly large monster-ego. I mean seriously, they all say "Ha ha ha, you cannot defeat me, Perseus Jackson! No one has ever been able to—AGH! " When you're like me, things like that get pretty routine.

"…and so Mr. Jackson, since you were listening to my lesson, I assume you can answer this question. Now, which of the Greek goddesses was forced to live with Hades, after eating six (A/N: Is that the right amount?) pomegranate seeds? Hmm?" Nelson asked, taking me out of my thoughts.

Seriously? This was the best he could do to catch me "off guard"?

"That's easy, sir. It's Persephone who lives with Hades six months a year." I answered confidently. Only after I answered, did I notice that I was talking in present tense…whoops. Well, not that anyone would notice…right?

"Incorrect, Jackson. Hades lived with Demeter in the Underworld. I believe that you should pay more attention." He said, glaring at me. Demeter? Dem—freaking—eter? Gah, that's not even… if that happened, the world would positively blow up.

The bell rang, signaling lunch, and I sighed in relief. I couldn't stand another minute of Nelson time. Tiredly, I rose from my desk and walked towards the door… along with the 32 other students in the class who couldn't wait to escape Nelson's wrath.

Luckily, my locker wasn't far from History. After grabbing a few books for the next three periods (and my lunch), I slammed my locker close. I turned around to see other students staring at something down the hallway.

"Peter Johnson, I'd like to have a word with you." A new voice said from not far away. Passing students chuckled at the name that was just spoken…There was only one person who called me by that name... No. He can't possibly be—

"Mr. D?" I asked. I mean, Dionysus never leaves camp, except for very floccinaucinihilipilification* occasions. Yeah, it's a real word. I can be OOC and smart when I want to.

Anyways…I turned around to find myself in the pudgy face of Mr. D, eyebrows knitted together, nose as plum as ever.

"Erm, so, uh, what exactly are you doing here, Mr. D?" I said, trying to keep my voice low.

"Listen Peter, most of the satyrs at camp are either already at schools, or on Grover's silly little mission," Mr. D's face grew more annoyed with each word. "So Chiron, I mean, Mr. Brunner, thought it would be a wonderful idea for me to look for more little brats like you, here in the, quote, 'Nations's ever changing education!'"

I stared at Dionysus in disbelief. If the was a shortage of protectors, wouldn't Chiron himself just go?

"...So you're going to be a teacher here?" I asked quickly, knowing that if this conversation carried on any longer, I wouldn't have much time for lunch.

"Yes. I believe you know a teacher by the name 'Dexter Nelson'? Well, after a mysterious...disappearance, Mr. Nelson will be substituted by me." Mr. D grumbled, "Well, why are you still standing there? I believe your lunch period is about to end, no? So off you go, shoo!"

While walking off, I realized something.

This is going to be one long year.

A/N: I'm not sure if i should make this into a series of one-shots...should I? I have some pretty good ideas ready, but, uh... yeah. So did that make a good one-shot? I know it was kinda rushed, so I'll either edit this, or add a chapter on Sunday...so do you love it? Hate it? Want to throw it out the window? :)

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