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My Principal Tries To Kill Me

Hey, Bianca here, writing from Elysium. I've realized that you can do anything you want when you're dead, and Lady Artemis sent me an iris message saying she wanted me to write down what happened during the short time I realized I was a demigod and a Hunter. Just to keep track of things, you know? Now for an inside look of my interesting life.

When the lawyer came to get Nico and I out of the Lotus Casino, I was expecting something like, "You're parents are waiting to see you," or "Have fun during summer vacation?" But no. Just an emotionless lady saying, "I'm deeply sorry to say to say that your parents are dead."

But that wasn't the worst part. I didn't even remember my mother, or my father, or my life before I came out of the hotel.

"Your parents had a bank account ready in case anything happened to the two of you. You will be going to Westover Hall, in Bar Harbor, Maine. It is your parents' wishes."

No say for us at all. We were just put into bus, drove three days across the country, and dropped off at some military school.

The classes were tough, too. The teachers didn't take "I don't know" for an answer, and we did extreme physical exercises every day. It's not like I had trouble with them, in fact they were pretty easy. But the other kids, they were the ones who had trouble. I would get to the end of the course, look back, and find most of the kids' yards behind me.

But that didn't make me any more likable. They teased me constantly, whether out of jealousy, or pure hate, I didn't know.

I took care of Nico when I could, trying to be the mother that he would never have, but lets face it, I was only twelve years old! How much control did I have over my brother?

Luckily, there wasn't much free time for kids at Westover, and when we did, it was monitored closely by the teachers.

It was almost Christmas break, and we were celebrating by having a Christmas dance, even if I despised dancing, it gave me a good brake to just sit around and think.

"Hey, you guys coming?" asked Grover as he limped down the hall on his crutches. I didn't know what disease or accident happened to him, but I wasn't going to pry, just because he was my only friend.

"Coming, Grover," said Nico beside me, putting his Mythomagic cards in his pocket.

I, personally, thought the game was a waste of time, but I wasn't going to discourage him from having a bit of fun every now and then.

I slipped on my favorite green hat, pulling my jet-black hair over my face and pulled the cap a little lower.

"Ready," I said.

The sound of music drew in giggling groups of girls and boys about to have panic attacks, wondering how they were going to ask that special someone to dance.

I have never had someone take an interest to me, and frankly, I didn't want one.

Grover, Nico, and I stopped by the bleachers, and Nico took his Mythomagic cards out again. "Did you know that Zeus has 3,000 attack power, but can go up to 5,000 when storm weather is activated?"

"Interesting…" I mumbled, but I wasn't paying attention. I was watching Grover talk with three people, a guy with dark hair and green eyes, (it sort of reminded me of Harry Potter, but without the glasses or lightning scar.) a girl with blonde hair and stormy eyes, and finally, a girl with spiky black hair and startling electric blue eyes.

They glanced at us for a few seconds, then turned away. The spiky-haired girl pulled Grover away to dance, and the other two awkwardly talked for a while.

I had never seen them before, and I knew they didn't go to school here, so I was wondering why and how they got here.

Then a voice came from the hall, the forbidding sound of our principal. "Ms. Di Angelo, Mr. Di Angelo, could you step out with me for a few seconds?"

Dr. Thorn walked out of a door to the left of the bleachers. He was a scary person, kind of hunch-backed, and he had an unfriendly aura.

I started to protest, but the guy grabbed me and Nico by our necks, knocking my hat off, and the Mythomagic cards out of Nico's hands.

"Hey!" we protested.

"If you want to live, keep walking," warned Dr. Thorn.

I gulped. Not how I imagined a military dance to go.

He pushed us through the door at the far side of the gym and dragged us down the hall.

"Let. Me. Go!" I punched him in the face.

"Insolent girl!" Dr. Thorn grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I grunted in pain, but I wasn't going to cry out. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it really hurt.

He pushed us against the wall of a classroom. "Stay there. Don't move or the other one dies."

That got me scared.

Then the faint glow of something came down the hall, and the tip of a weird colored light… wait, it was a… sword?

The head of the Harry Potter-like guy peeped around the corner, and spotted us.

"It's okay," said the guy. "I'm not going to hurt you."

We stood stock-still. I saw Dr. Thorn beginning to creep up behind him.

"My name's Percy. I'm going to take you out of here, get you somewhere safe."

I was pretty sure that if Dr. Thorn got Percy, we'd be the ones getting him somewhere safe. Like the emergency room.

I widened my eyes and clenched my fists, trying to warn him that there was a psychopath vice principal about to attack him.

Percy caught the hint, but it was too late. Dr. Thorn threw something, and it hit Percy in the shoulder, blowing him backwards into the wall.

I winced as he hit the wall. But somehow he stood up and swung his sword.

A cold laughter filled the hall.

"Yes, Perseus Jackson. "I know who you are."

Percy tried to walk toward the voice, but his shirt was caught in the wall by some sort of point object.

Dr. Thorn stepped out of the shadows, his face marred by his amused expression.

"Thank you for coming out of the gym. I hate middle school dances," said Dr. Thorn.

Percy tried to swing his sword again, but missed.

Then the Vice Principal threw something, and it hit the wall right next to my face.

I yelped, then stared closely at the object. It was a thorn. Well, I guess I knew where he got his name.

"All three of you will come with me. Quietly. Obediently. If you make a single noise, if you call out for help or try to fight, I will show you just how accurately I can throw."

Well that was comforting. Looks like I wasn't going to be dancing tonight.

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