This story is dedicated to Starly910. Thanks for the idea! This is for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

This is all in Percy's PoV.

Chapter 1

School. That's all I can think about right now.

It doesn't seem legit that just last week I pretty much led and fought in a war and now I have to go to school.

Tomorrow, I was starting my second (correct me if I'm wrong) consecutive school year at Goode High, which I hope I don't have the pleasure of blowing up a second time.

I was currently shopping for a backpack with my mom and Paul.

Paul insisted that he knew exactly what the style was these days. I told him that I didn't think 'style' included backpacks, but he was just too bent on getting me one to listen to me.

I was being dragged around to various stores when all I felt like doing was finding the nearest couch and taking a nice catnap, but my parents had a different idea.

"Paul! This one is fine!" I said holding up a black JanSport.

Paul shook his head. "No, no. Everyone has that bag. You need to be more unique."

I groaned. I absolutely despise shopping, even if it is only for a simple book bag.

My mom ran over to a rack of backpacks and pulled one out from under a huge pile. "This... Is... Perfect!" She squealed.

I put my hands up in defense. "No. Oh no! I am not wearing a dolphin on my back to school everyday!"

She pouted. "But it's perfect for you! You'd look so cute!"

"Mom, for your information, 'cute' is not really what a sixteen-year-old guy wants to look like, but no offense." I said, trying to convince her that wearing a dolphin backpack to school would be social suicide. "If you really want me to get a semi-sea-related book bag, I'll get this one." I held out a plain sea green bag to my mom and Paul to inspect.

"Eh," Paul said. "You could probably find better, but if you insist..."

"Yes! Now let's go!" I was now dragging them to the cash register. They paid and we left the store.

Thankfully, it wasn't a long drive back to our apartment because I was starving.

It was about dinnertime so as soon as we arrived, Mom started to make dinner. She said it was a surprise so I wasn't aloud to help, which was fine by me.

I crashed on the couch and turned on the TV. Nothing good was on so I just left it on the news.

I drifted in and out of sleep until Mom called me and Paul to eat. It was a good thing, too. If she had left me any longer without food, I probably would've devoured the remote.

After an outstanding dinner, my mom went back into the kitchen and came out with a platter.

"This is to celebrate your third straight year at the same school!" Mom cheered gesturing to the blue cake in her her hands.

"I didn't think school deserved celebrating, but if I get to eat a cake..." I said.

My parents chuckled as I dug in.

After we finished cleaning up the dishes, I went into my room to get ready for bed. It was kind of early, but I didn't care.

I haphazardly threw my blankets on my bed. I put on my favorite pair of sweats and got in bed shirtless. Then I just laid in bed, dreading nightmares. Ever since the war, I've been experiencing bad dreams about all of the insane (and sad) things that went down.

After what felt like hours, I finally fell into a deep sleep. Luckily, no nightmares came and I had my first peaceful sleep in a very long time.

I rolled over in my bed.

What was that obnoxious ringing noise? Oh, right. It was my alarm clock. I had school today. Joy.

I slapped the snooze button, hoping for a few extra minutes (which is code for hours, or maybe even days) of sleep.

Just then, my mom burst through the door.

"Oh no you don't, Mister." She scolded.

"Mom!" I protested. "Just a few more minutes?"

"No," she said.

I didn't argue. Instead, I grumbled my way out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ran a hand through my hair. Done.

I walked out into the kitchen, to the table and plopped down on a chair for breakfast. My mom was already there cooking me blue pancakes. Paul had ran out before I came out of my room.

She glanced at me, put her hands on her hips, and shook her head. "Nope. You're not going to go to school looking like that."

I groaned and went back in my room to brush my hair. Yuck.

I came out a minute later and ate my pancakes slowly.

Mom clapped her hands. "You better hurry up if you're going to drive to school with Paul!"

Although I had turned sixteen a week ago, I still didn't have a car. I begged my mom to let me keep the Vespa I'd gotten during the war, but she Passed up the idea, then she started asking me a whole bunch of questions and lecturing me on the consequences of stealing.

"Alright, alright. I'm going," I said shoveling the rest of the pancakes into my mouth.

"Paul's bringing the car around front so if I were you I'd get down there."

I raced to get all my things together and in my backpack. I checked my pocket for my pen. You know, my highly dangerous, three-foot long, celestial bronze sword that I use to kill monsters with? Yeah, that's the one.

Of course it was there because it always returns to my pocket. Pretty sick, right?

I flung my bag over my shoulder and flew out the door (not literally, of course).

I walked out of the apartment complex into the brisk morning air just as Paul's Prius was pulling up.

I hopped in the shotgun seat and we sped away towards my impending doom (also known as school).

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