AN: If you see the original posted date of this story, you're probably wondering why I even bothered to update this. Well, I finally spent the time to figure out the password and to this account, and I decided why not finish what I started? Anyways Hey!
I re-edited some of the chapters I originally posted to an extent.
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or TLH.
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"Get up!" A rather hoarse voice yelled. The smell of stale cigarette buds floats into the air. "Mr. Luke Jackson! Wake up!"
Luke's eyes drift open to see the one and only spectacular face of Mr. Maxwell. A face which was way too close. He could see exactly how his nostrils looked during allergy season. Ugh. And exactly how much he needed to put a toothbrush to his teeth after lunch.
He knew it was wrong to be sleeping in class, but no one should have to wake up to that.
Mr. Maxwell sniffled. " I insist you tell me why you chose this class as an elective if you prefer to waste your time by sleeping in it! You are here to learn!"
He brought a tissue up to his nose then blew a wet one into it. "Don't you understand L.E.A.R.N," Mr. Maxwell spelled out, like Luke didn't have the reading level of a high school junior.
"Remember! That's what school is for!" He spoke slowly, as if Luke's brain was broken or something,like he thought Luke couldn't comprehend him.
"Yes sir, I understand." Luke said in the most respectful voice he could muster through gritted teeth.
Mr. Maxwell tore the soggy tissue away from his nose, and smirked at him. His nose was blood red and vibrant- he looked like a humanoid Rudolph.
If this guy didn't wake me up every day with the stench of cigarettes on his breath, and the breath mints used to cover it up, I would be in a much better mood to apologize, Luke thought.
"I'm sorry sir," I think I just puked in my mouth a little bit.
"You better be Luke Jackson! Because if you do it again- I'll make sure you get your full punishment next time." As Mr. Maxwell scolded him, Luke could've sworn he was trying to hide a smile on his face. "Punishment" and "Luke" seemed to be Mr. Maxwell's favorite words this year. Hmm, maybe it was his kink.
When he fell asleep, Mr. Maxwell said he wasn't awake enough.
When he was awake, Mr. Maxwell said he wasn't paying attention enough or asking questions enough.
When he was paying attention and asking questions, Mr. Maxwell said he was interrupting too much.
It was a lose-lose situation with the guy, no matter Luke's behavior, so he just did what he wanted and went to sleep. Not the best logic for the situation, but he didn't really care.
He wasn't going to get in trouble or anything as long as he didn't talk to Mr. Maxwell with an attitude. Which is really hard not to do, but if he has an attitude- that gives Mr. Maxwell enough grounds to call school security on him. Which wouldn't be good, because not only did he not want to deal with the security (a bunch of Slytherin types)- he also did not want to deal with his mother.
Mr. Maxwell turned around and went back to his lecture about the importance of musicals to the world.
Luke's best friend, Michael di Angelo poked him from the desk beside him and leaned over. "That guy is way too hard you, man. "
Luke groaned. "I know."
Michael yawned. "You only fell asleep like, what, a couple of times,? He was totally overreacting, that's nothing compared to the number of naps he lets the rest of the class take."
He rested his head on one arm. "Dude, I was even asleep until he started yelling at you! I don't get why he didn't yell at both of us, if I was right beside you. I mean, I go to sleep every day in his class- like clockwork, but he has never yelled at me like that. "
Michael shook his head, Luke thought it was in disbelief at first, but the realized his friend was nodding off. Michael's eyes began to close, as his head started leaning towards the desk.
That's what happens when you have to use shadow travel when you late for school. Luke thought, then shivered. Why do I sound like my mom?
"The guy is just after me because of my dad." Mr. Maxwell glanced back at them, and Luke quickly began to pretend to scribble notes. Just one more day until the next of the semester, and you'll never have to smell his breath again. He smiled at his own consolation.
"What did your dad do?" Michael's eyes lit up with interest as he popped his head up from his desk. He loved learning about all the things their parents and friend's parents did in the past. Michael felt it might lead him to any reasons of how their parents ended up in the Hall of Fame back at Camp Half-Blood.
No one knew, of their generation, what they did that was so great in the past, that got their parents pictures into the Hall of Fame. The only ones who did know, his parents' generation, weren't talking about the subject to their kids for some reason.
Whenever he would try to ask their parents, they would pull the old:
"Go ask your mom."
"Go ask your dad."
"Uuuh…goask you mom, again! I don't know what to say in this situation… I forgot what she told me to say."
"He is such a seaweed brain sometimes…," She would groan." Luke, you're too impressionable right now- ask when you're older!"
"How old- "
"You're too young- go clean your room!"
"What?"
"Now!"
"He and Aunt Racheal kind of lit the music room here on fire, when he was the music teacher." Michael's mouth dropped in awe, the same thing he did when his dad told him. "It was a monster attack."
"Whoa that's awesome!" Michael got out a notebook and started to scribble the new fact down.
"So that's why our music room walls are like that. I just thought it was a part of a really cool rock theme." Michael thought out loud.
"Mr. Jackson!" Mr. Maxwell shouted. "Would you be quiet! Is it too much to ask to have silence the last 10 minutes of class?"
Old AN: This is my first fanfic so please review and don't go too hard on me but tell me how I can improve this the way I do not own the PJO series. If I did that would be awesome.
New AN: critical reviews welcome, unnecessary ones will be deleted though.
Sadly, I still don't own PJO not the LHO series.
