\/Chuckyman's Note\/
Hey Guys, I'm still alive! This is a fanfiction that I've wanted to write for a long time. It incorporates ideas from more generic stories, but ultimately is different from others.
There are a couple of OC's in this story, and I know that this sometimes can put people off reading it, but these OC's are mostly background people like students and teachers.
Apart from the OC's and the story, Uncle Rick owns everything.
Give it a read. Leave some feedback in the reviews, and if you liked it, leave a follow and a favourite. It just shows me what I'm doing wrong and what I need to change.
PERCY POV
Goode High school. Thought I would never be back here to be honest.
I would have thought that after battling numerous monsters, giants, and even queen dirt face I would finally have a proper rest. But No. I swear the fates have it in for me.
Annabeth MADE me go here. Something about education being important. What I wanted to know was why she wasn't here with me. When I asked her that, all she said was Percy, I'm the daughter of the wisdom goddess.
It was the first day of school. Today, I had rolled out of bed, put on a random hoodie and raced out the door. I was now standing in front of the school.
Why was it, that school can scare you more than fighting a minotaur or a hellhound. I hated some of these evil high school teenagers. I sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Walking into Goode, I already heard some whispers about me. Like, jeez, if you're going to whisper about someone, at least do it quietly.
"Is that Percy Jackson?"
"Dude's been gone for like, half a year!"
"Man, he's ripped!"
That last one I was a bit surprised by. The others, not so much. These were just typical, high school kids gossiping around. Nothing I couldn't handle.
I made my way towards the front desk. People either stopped at stared, or broke out into conversation with their friends.
I looked over at the desk lady.
"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson, I was wondering if I could collect my schedule?"
"Sure dear", she said.
The sheet she handed to me had my timetable on it.
Maths
Geography
Recess
Language Elective (Greek)
English
History
Lunch
Elective (Marine Biology)
Science
At least there are two classes I can sleep in, I already know everything in Greek and marine biology. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad.
"Here is your locker key", the desk lady said, handing a small silver key to me.
"Thanks".
I wandered around aimlessly for the next ten minutes. I was seriously getting worried. I only had around 2 minutes before class started.
My thoughts were interrupted by a guy of around my age. He had light brown, windswept hair, with a few steaks of blonde running through. He was well built, but slim in shape.
His skin was tan, almost olive, well complemented by his eyes, which was his most stunning feature. They were swirls of brown, but there were also specks of silver.
"You seem lost", he said, smirking. "Do you need help finding your locker?"
Thank the gods.
"Yes, do you know where locker 243 is?"
"Follow me, it's not too far. Our locker system can sometimes be really confusing."
While we were walking, I'd asked him a few questions. His name was Sam Rodgers, he was 18, like me, attending his last year of high school.
We compared schedules. His was really similar to mine, with the exception of our electives. He had Spanish for his language and he took film studies for his elective.
We finally reached my locker. He grimaced, "Your locker is next to the biggest slut of the school. Be careful mate".
I closed my eyes. Shit. Then I realised I was already a minute late for class. Sam and I sprinted down the hall, trying to get to maths as fast as we could.
Suddenly Sam stopped sprinting. I guess we had reached our maths class.
"Just warning you", Sam said. "I swear our maths teacher has it in for me, her name is Mrs Laima"
Laima, I thought. I'd heard that name somewhere before, but I couldn't place it. "Thanks, I guess?"
"You'll see", he replied.
With that, I knocked on the door. A black haired woman opened the door. She had a sneer on her face, and she looked at me as if I were the spawn of Tartarus.
"You're late!" she spat. "Detention, Mr Rodgers".
Sam looked down at the ground. "Yes miss".
"As for you" she said, pointing at me. "You can also join him."
Damnit. The first day of school and already detention. "Yes miss", I replied.
She sent us to the only two desks left and I slumped in my seat, annoyed. The entire class I pretended to listen to Mrs Laima. I was too scared she would give me more detentions.
~O~
The rest of the day passed by in a breeze, and before I knew it, it was lunch. Earlier, Sam had offered for me to join him at lunch. Guess he was nice enough to not let me get tortured by three girls at once.
That had happened at the end of recess, while I was getting my books. Sandra, who was more annoying than Coach Hedge, pinned me up against the wall with two of her 'friends'.
She had tried to kiss me, but I evaded her. Sam had found me and helped with my escape.
So, I walked over to join him, I mean, I needed some allies at this school. Sam seemed nice enough, and it was easy to see that he was genuine.
Sam called out to him. "Hey, Perce, we are over here".
"Coming".
As I got closer I saw the person who was standing next to him. A bit like Grover, he was scrawny, had a wispy beard, a beanie and wore long shaggy pants.
Then I realised – That was Josh, a satyr from camp. That could only mean one thing. Sam Rodgers was a demigod. How he had survived so long in the outside world, who knew. But I knew that I HAD to get him to camp.
Sorry guys, I know, a bit of a cliff hanger there. Hopefully, the next chapter will be posted soon, maybe within the next 3 days? I have a long break to write, so I should be able to update quite quickly. I really hope that this was as enjoyable to read as it was to write. This is definitely my favourite story so far that I have made. Just so you know, I am hoping to combine 3 generic PJO fanfics into one story. These are the traditional High school fic, the disappearing mist fic, and also a new quest fic. Let me know what you think so far in the reviews, and it'd be great if you left a follow or a favourite.
See you in the next chapter.
