Look nobody wants to be a half-blood. It's very dangerous because you AND your loved ones could get killed.

I'm not saying that you are one but if you feel yourself something inside yourself stirring at all... then go to another book. Please don't read this. Because if you know, they will come for you, maybe even harming anybody near you.

I can't live with that guilt so do me a favor. If you feel anything except for just thinking it's fiction, then go leave this book. If you don't, you'll regret it. I learned that the hard way.

My name is Otrera. I'm a 13-year-old dyslexic girl with major ADHD. I guess I should start from the beginning of the day.

"Bye Mom!" I yelled as soon as she dropped me off at school.

"Bye honey, see you after school!" She called back, already pulling out of the school parking lot.

"That your mom?" A voice asked from behind me.

I jumped with surprise and spun around. A ghostly pale boy with ink-black hair stood right in front of me. Despite the fact that I'd never seen him before, he acted as if he went this school and that I should know him. He seemed... well, he seemed cold. He radiated fear and death.

I glared at him. "Obviously. Why else would I call her mom?"

A flicker of surprise went through his eyes but then it disappeared. He returned the glare and shrugged. "She could be your stepmom. Or adoptive."

"She isn't."

"How do you know?"

This kid was giving me a headache. I rolled my eyes and massaged my temples. "I just know, OK?"

"Do you have a dad?"

"Do I have to explain the birds and the bees, kid?"

He frowned. "Don't call me kid. I'm older than you, Otrera Wrights."

"First of all, what should I call you then, kid? Secondly, are you a stalker or something? How the hell do you know my name? Thirdly, how do you know if you are older than me?" I asked, pretty freaked out by now, if you can't tell.

"You don't know me?" The boy looked as if he'd said something he shouldn't have.

"Narcissistic, aren't you? But no, I don't know you." I said starting to be suspicious of this creepy kid.

"The name's di Angelo, Nico di Angelo." He winced, looking as if I'd run at the mention of his name.

I snorted. "Seriously? James Bond?"

He looked insulted. "James Bond is awesome. Anyways, what I meant earlier was do you know who your birth father is?" He asked.

"Kid, I just met you. Why would I tell you that? I've got to go, regardlessly." This seemed to worry Nico, as he glanced around.

As I started walking towards the entrance hall, he hurried after me.

"Wait!"

Students started to stare as he caught up to me and realized that people were looking. He blushed and muttered something under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing."

As I walked into last period that afternoon, Mr. Thorn glanced at Nico, who for some strange reason had the same classes as me, and froze. I turned to Nico to ask why, but Nico had a weird look on his face. Almost like... fear? I haven't known Nico for long, but he struck me as someone who didn't fear much.

"Ms. Wright, who's your... friend?" Mr. Thorn asked with a creepy grin. Mr. Thorn was one of the scariest teachers at LAA. He had heterochromia iridium (blue and brown, if you were wondering), and a French accent. It was rumored that he used to teach at a military school, Winchester, I think it was called.

"Nico di Angelo, sir," I replied quietly. Nico was shaking his head, a horrified look on his face.

"You! You should be dead." Nico gaped openly at Mr. Thorn.

I elbowed Nico and said nervously,"Sir, he doesn't mean that! He probably mistook you for someone else."

"Mr. di Angelo, Ms. Wright, see me after class. We will need to have a little... how should I put this? Chat. A little chat."

After class, Nico grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He was surprisingly strong and I nearly tripped if he hadn't caught me.

"Whoa, Nico, what the hell?"

He dragged me towards the door.

"You have to get out of here. NOW."

He shoved me to the door. Behind him, I heard an inhuman roar of anger.

"What the actual hell is that?" I shrieked as a monstrous creature jumped over our heads.

"A manticore!" he shouted, pulling out a pitch black iron... sword? Where the heck did he get a sword? Aren't those illegal?

"A WHAT?"

"A MANTICORE! IT HAS THREE THOUSAND ATTACK POWER, +5 TO SAVING THROWS!"

"NEVER MIND I SAID ANYTHING!"

Mr. Thorn (or at least I thought it was him) snarled as Nico slashed at him.

"Is that the best you can do, puny hero? I, the man-eating Persian manticore, demand a worthier challenge!"

"You want a challenge? Come and get it, fur-brain!"

The manticore roared in ire and pounced, missing Nico by a hair.

"If I can't have you, I'll settle for this one!" he did a 180, grabbing me by the leg. I'd been trying to get a weapon I could use, and this beast wasn't gonna stop me.

"HIYA!"

"ARGH!"

I kicked him in the face and he let go to lick his wounds. I scrambled away from him and grabbed the nearest thing, a dagger that I'd pickpocketed (is that a word) from Nico and stabbed him in between the eyes.

I suddenly heard a faint whistling sound coming from the window. I tackled Nico as he stood up to try and see what I'd heard. A shower of glass rained upon us, and I instinctively checked to see if what I'd thought would happen had actually happened.

It had.

I watched as Mr. Thorn pulled an arrow out of his lip and smiled, a gross, bloody, evil smile.

"Till we meet again, Daughter of Thunder."

He spat at me, then ran out the door as a group of teenage girls jumped through the window and into the math classroom.

"Nico!" A girl, maybe two years older than me, wearing a Death to Barbie shirt like one I owned and a silver circlet around her head.

"Thalia!" Nico stumbled. I grabbed his arm to steady him, but he ended up pulling me down with him.

I landed on him and he groaned, "Get the fuck off me,".

I got off him and covered my ears while glaring daggers at him.

"Thirteen-year-old child here!"

"What? You're old enough to swear, aren't you?"

As I opened my mouth to reply, Thalia cut in.

"Uh, you guys? You do realize we should go before he comes back, or worse, brings friends!"

I then realized that the classroom was completely destroyed and asked, "What about the room? We'll be blamed for trashing it!"

"Never mind the room, let's go!"

As they turned to the window and jumped through carefully, one by one, I questioned, "Why don't we leave through the door?"

"Because he could be hiding, idiot," Nico said harshly, and I frowned.

"Why did Mr. Thorn attack us?" I inquired.

Before Nico could reply, Thalia grabbed my arm and pulled me through the window.

"We'll answer your questions in the truck," she said, dragging me towards the said truck.

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