I didn't know what to make of these strange things I just had seen. I mean, how often do you see a gorgeous boy rescuing you from a bunch of angry vampire females you for five minutes ago thought actually was your friends?

So I did what any other normal girl who was surrounded by surrealistic things would do, even though I knew now that I wasn't as normal as I first thought, like the first sixteen years of my life. I simply passed out.

So, you're probably sitting there know, wondering what the heck I'm talking about. I still do. For understanding it all, I think I have to start with the beginning.

Three days ago, (was it really not so long ago?) I was a perfectly normal high school student. Yeah, so maybe my grades was over the C- average at our school, maybe I was the only one in my class who scored A or A+ on everything I ever handed in. But other than my unexplainable good grades, Adéle Lyre was just a regular, normal, mortal girl. None of that unexplained weird things like when you're suddenly another place when some disgusting senior is after you.

I guess I should make some kind of presentation of myself, but I don't know where to start. "Hi, my name is Adéle C. Lyre, I'm sixteen an apparently the daughter of a woman who was dead, or should have been, cuz she was really old, when she gave birth to me. Or something like that. Anyway, she had to give me away, because she wasn't allowed by some big bullies to have me." Yeah, that sounds great the first day in a new school.

I must admit, I have actually gone through some pretty hard things in my life. Other than being left alone near the sea as a newborn baby, I grew up with an abusing aunt and uncle. I never even heard a word about my dad. Other than when I was little, they used my dad as an excuse for the things they did to me. You know; "He wants you to be prepared, unlike your mother." Or "Your dad asked us to do this, honey. We have to." You may wonder what they did to me. Well, first of all they used me as their personal servant. I did every choir in the house, and I still do, when I'm with them. That's where the mysterious good grade part fits in. I never get time to study.

And of course, the hitting is also a popular thing I go through again and again with my personal therapist, my dear diary. Everything I ever have experienced is written there. If someone had read the last day, I would be locked up the rest of my life.

But then, it's back to the action. I wish I had the opportunity, like you, to just throw close what you are reading now and walk away. I so wish I had.

"So, what are you, like, wearing at the prom?" One of my friends, or accountancies, named Ella, asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't know. My mom's old dress, I think. You?"

Suddenly laughter roared all over our lunch table. Or, all five except me laughed.

"Like, that old dress? The one your mom, like, had to her prom? Like, that one?" Another girl, named Eliza asked.

You probably wonder how I kept up with all the like's. The truth was I hated it. But they were the only ones who didn't thought about me as the orphan geek. So I just nodded and kept eating my orange.

I probably should have noticed how they started exchanging worried glances, and how the two new boys kept staring surprised at me. But I was used to keeping my head down, and continued with that.

Later that day, while I walked to my Latin class, I noticed the two new boys heading the same way as me. That surprised me allot. They both were kind of popular. Not popular like having the entire school after what you do with your spear time, but a gossip theme. And only geeks took Latin. There, I said it. I have no problem calling myself a geek. Even though I'm not sure I really am. Life's complicated, you know.

In the classroom, I found my usual spot. The new boys were standing up front, waiting to be seated. Our teacher, Mrs. Allbourn jumped into the classroom and to the blackboard. She was that kind of person who always has tons of energy. Not that I complain, her lessons is entertaining.

"Welcome class!" She smiled to us. "For another entertaining lesson about the Greek gods simply over scheduled life." You see? That's what I like about her. She always finds the funny things in the unfunniest things.

She continued. "We also have two new students here today, Mr. Grover Underwood and Mr. Perseus Jackson." The one named after a Greek didn't look very pleased when she said that. Not exactly proud of his name, then.

"Introduce yourself quickly, boys." She stepped aside, and Grover and Perseus didn't exactly look happy with this new angle.

"Well, I'm Percy and this is Grover." Was all he said. So clearly, no Perseus.

Ms. Allbourn gave up, and jumped back up again.

"Well, Mr. Underwood, take the seat with Miss Whaterly." Ella didn't look too happy about that. "Mr. Jackson, take a seat with Miss Lyre." I sighted silently. I loved having the entire desk to myself.

But clearly, I didn't need to worry. All he did was giving me an awkward smile and "hi", before we sat in silence the rest of the hour. So much for making new friends.

The bell rung, but before I could get up, I noticed Ella and the new one, Grover, in an argument. But I didn't understand any of it.

"Yeah, he's like, SO dead." Ella said, rolling her brown eyes. Poor guy, I thought. With that voice, he stands no chance.

"I saw it, and…" He said, before Ella interrupted.

"That's so, like true. I mean, how can I like, trust you? People with like, hooves, can like, never be trusted." I didn't understood the hooves part, but I understood Grover's surprise when he heard all the like's. But before I could go over and break the fight, the other new boy appeared in my vision. He was quite handsome, actually. That's were his popularity came from, the girls. With his dark hair and amazingly ocean green eyes, along with that athletic look you only get from working out really hard, that make him I don't know, gorgeous? He said something, but I didn't hear.

"Sorry, what?"

"What's your name?" He asked again, smiling a little, but he still looked at me with surprise in his eyes.

"Adéle C. Lyre." I answered.

"What's the C for?" He asked while both of us gathered our stuff together and started walking against the door. I looked down.

"Calypso." I didn't like that my parents had called me after some Greek goddess. I mean, they abandon me, and leave me with that stupid name? When I was younger, I always managed to convince people the C stood for Caroline. Somehow, they were quite easy to convince. That someone was named Calypso seemed for them more doubtful than a three year old corrected her own name by reading it and re-writing it.

He seemed even more surprised when I said that.

"Why?" He burst out, and looked ashamed afterwards.

I shrugged. "Don't know. Neither of my parents stayed around long enough to explain it to me." I didn't know where this honesty came from. I'd never told anything about my grudge against my parents. Most just assumed they were dead.

"They left?" He showed sympathy now. Maybe he'd gone through the same things as I. Minus the abusing part. Or, you never know.

"I have no clue. I never knew them," I waited a second. "I was found near the sea as a baby, abounded." I regretted saying it at once. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bother you…"

He held up his hands. "Hey, no worries. I understand that you aren't exactly bragging about it."

I smiled a bit, but soon our conversation ended. Ella came up behind us and claimed all the attention.

"Delé! You know, I'm kind of irritated now. But we like, got to go. Practice, you know." She flashed a smile to Percy, who looked quite overwhelmed. And then she dragged me along, chattering.

I looked over my shoulder, and found Percy still looking after us with that slightly surprised expression in his eyes.

So, I'm also a cheerleader. After all the things I've told you, I guess that came as a surprise. But since I love working out, dancing and singing that is the one thing Ella convinced me to start on.

We practiced at the same time as one class had PE, so I wasn't that surprised when I found Percy and Grover in the mass that came into the gym in Goode's horrible gym uniform. He was the only one who looked a little good in it. He looked up, and again the surprise in his eyes was easy to read. Wow, I suppose surprising a guy over and over again usually is a good thing.

I have to admit, I kind of thought it was funny, the way the boys sometimes just stood there, looking at us. I enjoyed it even more, when I found Percy doing it one time. He meet me eyes, and smiled sheepishly.