Hey guys! I'm officially back, and here with the first chapter of High School with a Twist – Rewrite. The main premise of the story is going to be similar to the original, but I'm changing quite a few plot points and the timeline of the story.

The timeline – This story is set in August of 2010, just after the conclusion of HoO. Clearly in that case, Magnus Chase and Trials of Apollo have not happened yet. Trials of Apollo will not be mentioned at all, while Magnus Chase is basically 'delayed' – while it will happen in the universe I've set up, it's not happening for another year. Everything up until this point is going to be canon.

I am going to be incorporating some ideas and characters that have been mentioned up until now in the books, but they're not going to appear in the capacity as they did in ToA. Also, if there are any inconsistencies in the story, I would be happy to hear and correct them, so please don't be hesitant in informing me about them. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

Honestly, I don't think this story is going to be posted completely by the end of May; this chapter itself took me two weeks to write. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'll be updating every Sunday at least, and maybe pop in a chapter in the middle of the week if I'm done with it. Also, just a head's up: You guys aren't going to get any updates in the latter half of May because I'm going to be out of the country from 13th to the 30th, so you'll get two chapters before I go and I'll update two chapters after I come back.

Also, for little updates, musings, short passages and deleted scenes from my stories, I'm going to be making a tumblr account. I'm not very good with the website, seeing as I'm just joining, but I find it the best, so go check that out!

Disclaimer – I do not own all the amazing properties mentioned in this story.

August 18th, 2010

An unusual occurance was occuring today – the Olympic Council was meeting.

Exactly a year before, the King Titan, Kronos, had been defeated. As such, a party (of sorts) had been organized by the King and Queen of Olympus. All of the gods and goddesses were invited, including (much to his surprise) Hades. It was going to be a celebration unparalled by any other – at least that's what everyone thought (or maybe hoped).

"My dear, you do need to attend the celebration, you know," Hera smiled, a touch wickedly. The King of Olympus was sprawled on his bed in only his underwear, drooling onto the pillow.

To ensure that Zeus would not interfere with the preparation of the party, Hera had slipped a rather strong sedative into the nectar that her husband drank with his lunch, which caused him to fall asleep on table itself. Hermes, who had just delivered the godly mail, was hard-pressed not to laugh. Hera tasked her step-son to see his father to his room; apparantly, Hera's order was vague enough for the prankster god to humiliate his father as much as possible.

Zeus grumbled into his pillow.

Hera rolled her eyes (conveniently forgetting that it was her sedative keeping him in Morpheus' grasp) and simply lifted the mattress of the bed from one end, causing the god of the sky to roll off the bed on the other side and continue to snore on the ground.

Exasperated, she picked up a jug of water lying on a table near the balcony and poured it over the unsuspecting god's head.

Zeus awoke with a splutter.

"Good, you're awake," Hera smirked, satisfied with herself. "I expect you to be ready in the outfit that has been picked out for you in fifteen minutes. We have guests to entertain."

The party was in full swing when the god of the sea appeared on the entrance of Olympus. Poseidon had just spent some time with his favorite son at his birthday party before deciding that yes, he should probably attend the celebration that was taking place on Olympus. He sighed, wishing that he was down in the mortal world with Percy and Tyson, eating wonderful blue chocolate cake and soaking in the mortality oozing out of all those attending Percy Jackson's seventeenth birthday party.

Another reason why Poseidon had absolutely no with to attend the Olympic celebration was the lack of an invite sent to his dear wife, Amphitrite. She was, in his very unbiased opinion, the most beautiful and virtuous woman to ever be born. This, he supposed, was why his wonderful sister Hera refused to invite her, but he digressed. His presence was deemed necessary at Olympus while his wife's wasn't.

As Poseidon entered the pavilion in which the party was being held, admiring all the beautiful architecture around him (courtesy of his son's girlfriend) he found Zeus already drunk out of his mind and passed out in the corner of the garden, Hera pointedly ignoring his presence.

The other members of the Olympic Council were scattered throughout the garden, eating and drinking and generally having a good time. Deciding to suppress his anger and longing, Poseidon began to mingle among the many people surrounding him, which turned out to be easier than he thought it would be.

Most of the people attending the party were already drunk out of their minds by the time he arrived, and he had an amazingly high tolerance for alcohol even for gods, so Poseidon was instead wildly entertained by the shenanigans of the people surrounding him.

The only person who attended parties like these but never did anything except tending to the hearth was Hestia. His favourite sister's company drew him away from the immortal gathering, comfort and the feeling of home calling his name.

"Hestia," greeted the god of the sea, smiling at his (technically) elder sister. "how are you this evening?"

"As well as I can be," smiled Hestia, looking up toward her brother. "Come, sit. You can talk to me about whatever you want to."

Poseidon wasn't surprised that Hestia could guess that his mind was troubled; his sister was very perceptive. He just smiled and said, "Nothing to talk about right now, big sister. Maybe later."

"Take your time, honey," Hestia smiled warmly. Her smile filled Poseidon with a warm feeling. Instead of talking about what was bothering him, Poseidon and Hestia sat and talked about inconsequential things. Just sitting with her made Poseidon feel better: she didn't judge him, didn't push the point and was will ing to sit and make her brother feel better.

While Poseidon and Hestia ate some s'mores she conjured, the party continued around them. Their little bubble was avoided by everyone around, but outside it, the immortals were going wild. Many of the minor gods and goddesses were in the process of getting drunk out of their minds and passing out near statues and fountains, while some of them were playing chaperone, trying to prevent the party from getting too out of hand.

Out of the Olympian Council, Zeus was the only one who had gotten actually, genuinely drunk (except Dionysus, but he was always drunk so he never counted). Hera was more or less acting as his babysitter, preventing him from accidentally poisoning himself from alcohol overdose, which would not be that harmful, but it would be a bitch to recover from.

Aphrodite and Ares stood next to each other, flirting quite conspicuously with a drink in each of their hands. Hephaestus was standing near a table a few feet away, gesturing wildly while he talked to Briares. Hades and Demeter were having a not-so-civil conversation about Persephone, who stood right next to them, face-palming and shaking her head.

Dionysus was having a lot of fun being the host (of sorts) of the party, and was passing out wine at the speed of light to every person willing to have some. His wife, Ariadne, was standing next to him with a smile on her face and hands at the ready to stop her husband from going crazier than usual.

Artemis and Apollo were engaged in what amounted to a pissing contest, arguing about who was the better archer of the two. Hermes was running all over the place, caduceus in hand and jovial expression on his face. George and Martha were having their own conversation while their master ran errands and entertained people at the same time.

Athena, a latecomer at the party much like Poseidon, decided to join Hestia and Poseidon in their corner, which seemed to be the best (and safest) place to be at. A riveting conversation began between the ex-rivals and Hestia. Poseidon and Athena's rivalry had truly been broken by Percy and Annabeth, which they hadn't quite realized.

The party continued in much the same vein until late into the night, when it slowly began to dwindle down. Those gods and goddesses awake enough to escort themselves back home did so, carrying their spouses or close friends along with them. Persephone and Ariadne, too, proceeded to their respective homes, until only the fourteen major gods and goddesses were left in the courtyard.

Poseidon, Athena and Hestia paused their conversation to join the other eleven Olympian gods. Hera was carrying Zeus, who was passed out in her arms. The newly formed Olympic Council, which included Hades and Hestia, went towards the throne room for some time more. Zeus awoke blearily while on the way there.

"Waah-!" he half screamed as he noticed the position he was in. Hera, startled, dropped him. Zeus well and truly woke up as his butt hit the ground. The others burst out laughing as he blinked up at Hera.

Dignity flung off Olympus, Zeus unsteadily got to his feet, to the amusement of the others. Feeling humiliated, Zeus began to shout at Hera.

"WHAT ON OLYMPUS WAS THAT? WAS IT NECESSARY TO CARRY ME HOME?" he yelled.

Hera was not one to take shit lying down, and proceeded to scream right back. "WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO, LET YOU CONTINUE YOUR IMPROMPTU NAP ON THE GARDENS?"

The remaining Olympian Council lost their amusement slowly and started backing away from the bickering couple.

"YOU GET DRUNK AND PASS OUT –"

"CARRYING ME TO THE PALACE –"

"CAN'T CONTROL YOUR ALCOHOL OBSESSION –"

"NEVER RESPECT MY WISHES –"

"STOP!" shouted Poseidon, tired of the screaming. "Can you have this discussion like the adult immortals you are?"

"I don't know, I think it was cool," Ares said, removing a small knife from his belt in order to avoid the twelve furious looks direced towards him (except Aphrodite's, of course).

"Perfect example of sexual tension you guys," Aprodite said, beaming, while Athena rolled her eyes and said to Ares, "Can you keep your mouth shut if you have nothing good to say?"

Hera and Zeus gave a whithering glance to Aphrodite while Ares lost his cool.

"Oh, yeah? And who are you to decide whether what I say is good or not?" Ares demanded hotly.

"Being wise does mean I have coommon sense," Athena smirked.

Ares roared like a bullfrog and started advancing on Athena, then checked himself when a very large owl descended from nowhere onto her shoulder and turned its large amber eyes on him while Athena cleaned her nails. Ares bared his teeth at the two and began a verbal spar with her (which he was fated to lose if it were given the opportunity to finish) and Zeus and Hera's spat continued at full volume, Poseidon trying to mediate and make them calm down.

Aphrodite just huffed and removed a compact from her purse and started inspecting her makeup.

Apollo and Hermes looked at the arguments happening around them with amusement, until Hermes got a call on his caduceus.

"George, Martha! I told you ten minutes ago that I don't want any more calls for an hour! Ten minutes, guys, couldn't you have waited another fifty?"

"Hey, if one dude calls you continuously then I want more than just two rats to stop the calls," George sassed.

"I'm sorry Hermes, the call slipped through," Martha apologized and then hissed at George. Hermes then cegan to argue with the snakes.

Apollo was even more amused at this, at least until a beautiful nymph walked by a few feet away, in a hurry since she didn't want to be noticed near the Olympian Council, especially not when they were in the middle of an argument. Apollo happened to catch sight of her, and smiled in a predatorial way while strolling toward her.

Artemis caught sight of Apollo at this exact moment, and jerked her arm at him to keep him in his place. "Oh no you don't," she shook her head. "I'm not going to let you sully another maiden."

"Oh come on Arty," he whined, bravado forgotten. "Pretty please?"

"Shut up Apollo," Artemis sighed, pinching her nose. "And don't call me Arty! Also, this reminds me, stop flirting with my Hunters! The number of complaints I got from them that time you met them a couple of weeks ago was unbelievable!"

"I had told you to stay away from my daughter you brute!" Demeter, memory jogged and amusement forgotten, huffed at Hades, who just shook his head, sighed, and said something that sounded like 'it was good while it lasted'. "My precious kore, snatched away from her wonderful life by the one god she wasn't ever supposed to meet!"

"Give it a rest woman! It's been millenia!" Hades snapped, reaching at the end of the patience that had lasted him through most of the night.

And thus, two more arguments began among the assembled gods and goddesses.

Hestia was frustrated with her family falling apart, so she started to try and break up the fights going on in uncharacteristic ways; yelling.

Hephaestas stared bemusedly around at the assembled immortals, and just shrugged, pulled out a tablet to work on another trap for Ares and Aphrodite and got down to work. He didn't care much for people in general.

Dionysus didn't care to dwell on the disagreements around him apart from the amusement he felt at the beginning. He was too busy enjoying the pleasures that wine gave him to pay attention to what was happening.

The hateful feelings that were rolling off Ares affected every person to do what they usually did in the face of such emotions.

Unbeknowest to anyone, a figure in ancient Greek clothes was watching the Olympic Council arguing away with an exasperated face. This immortal was a lot older than any of the gods and goddesses, having mothered five of those assembled.

Rhea had been observing the Council for quite some time, and was displeased, to say the least, with their behaviour. She was shocked to see what used to be a group of prideful immortals turn into what amounted to children, bickering at every opportunity afforded to them and only looking at their own wants and needs. Only her Hestia usually kept her head and stayed away from most of this sort of utter stupidity, but clearly she too lost her head sometimes. She needed to correct this behaviour at the earliest.

"I call upon my relation to all those assembled here," she whispered into her hand. "I call for the permanent change of the members of the Olympic Council into the ages I dictate for the length of time I demand!"

The Fates did not find it prudent to ignore the request of the Titan Queen (and perhaps felt that the Olympic Council did deserve what was coming for them), and granted her words. Fourteen golden threads appeared onto their laps and with a few words in Greek, glowed and faded to light blue.

At the exact same moment, the mighty Olympic Council, fourteen of the most powerful beings in the world, glowed so brightly that they were left blinded. When the glow faded, the gods were gone from the spot in the gardens they were at.

At the same time, a glow shone in the middle of the throne room and deposited fourteen people unceremoniously onto the floor. Instead of fourteen all-powerful gods, however, there were foureen teenagers of various ages sprawled on the ground.

And that's a wrap! I was planning for this chapter to be longer, but then I decided that I'll just end this here because I'm not good with deadlines and I finished this today (as in the day it't published hehe). It's one of the longest chapters I've written for a multi-chapter story though, so I'm not too fussed. In the next chapter, you'll see them reacting to their new forms, having a conversation with Boss Mom and be introduced to our favourite demigods for the first time! Be sure to check out my tumblr for more details! Until next time!

~Stella 3

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Update date – 16/04/17 Length of chapter – 2386 words