"Who can tell me who Mary Oliver is?" It was first period. Paul Blofis, English teacher at Goode High, was teaching his class when his eyes strayed to the back left corner of the room. A pang went through his chest. His step-son, Percy Jackson, would have usually occupied, had he not been missing at the moment. Percy had gone missing four months previously, and it was now late December. Paul sighed. What he wouldn't give to have Percy safe here, at his desk, trying to focus in English class because he was a demigod, which meant ADHD and dyslexia. "Um Mr. Blofis?" asked a timid girl, Natalie Rookwood. "Hmmm?" Paul realized that he'd been staring at Percy's old desk, thinking, for the last five minutes. His cheeks colored slightly, and he cleared his throat. "Right, so Mary Oliver was a-" He was cut off by a white flash that blinded them all. When it cleared, everyone in the room gasped in shock. Five people that no one there had ever seen before stood at the front of the room, next to Paul's desk. A Latino boy who looked like he was mourning someone close to him looked around, then said in a hoarse voice, "Where are we?" Paul cleared his throat again. Everyone turned to him. "I think the better question is who are you?" A big guy with a baby face stepped forward, making the kids flinch back slightly. "We're Frank, Hazel, Piper, Jason, and Leo," he said, pointing to each person as he said their names. "Ok, now why are you here?" Hazel huffed. "First, I'd like to know where 'here' is. We were just on our ship when we got flashed into here." "'Here' is Goode High School. Now, what ship? Wait, wait. Are-are you friends of Percy's?" As the five nodded, Paul's breath caught in his throat. Jason was staring out of the window. "Is that snow?" He asked, disbelief coating his voice. "Yeah, that's what happens in winter, weirdo." said a snotty kid, Leon. "What's the date?" asked Piper sharply, looking out the window cautiously. After being told that it was December 19th, the demigods stared at each other. "But-but it's supposed to be July!" "We must have gone back in time!" "Yes but how?" "Never mind how, what about why?" As the others argued, Leo was staring at something that was hanging in mid air. A scroll. Grabbing it, he unrolled it, causing everyone to look at him at the sound. "What is that?" asked Jason. "A message from the Gods," Leo murmured. Leon snorted again. " The Gods? Oh, man, are you guys high or something?" "No," snapped Piper. They all had short tempers because of the recent loss of Percy and Annabeth. Frank turned into a lion, Jason floated Piper and himself in the air, Hazel summoned a lump of gold and made it disappear, and Leo let himself catch on fire. "Do you believe in the Gods now? 'Cause I hate to break it to you, but they're real. And we're their children." The class nodded dumbly. "Now what does that scroll say, Leo?" "Dear demigods and mortals," he read out. "It has come to the attention of the Olympian counsel that the events against the war with Gaea are off track. To help put them back on the track, we are sending you a book to read about the missing Hero, Percy Jackson. You are to read this book, then we will decide what to do from there. There is also another purpose to this book. It seems that no one in this school has any respect for this demigods Hero and that needs to change. The verbal abuse and attempted physical harm MUST stop and be dealt with. You will not be able to leave this room, and while it may seem that it changes from day to night, no time will actually pass. Sincerely, the Olympians. P.S., you will be receiving two more guests soon and you should not start without them. Leo lowered the note, and Hazel narrowed her eyes. "Verbal abuse and attempted physical harm? You bullied him?" Hazel's outburst seemed to snap Paul out of a stupor. "I can't believe it," he muttered. "I can't believe he didn't tell me." How could someone, let alone a whole class, bully sweet innocent Percy? Well, Paul knew he wasn't innocent, he'd seen and commanded a war! But Percy just had a lovable, sweet persona that made him seem innocent. "Why would he tell you? Do you know him?" said Jason.
"I'm his step-dad," answered Paul, frowning. He turned to his class. "We're going to read this book, but first I want to tell you something. I am very disappointed in all of you. Percy has already seen many horrors in his lifetime and being bullied and hated isn't going to help him any. Now, I want you to think about that while we wait for the other two people."
About twenty minutes later, there was another bright flash and two giggling figures holding pillows appeared. They hadn't seemed to notice that they were now in a locked classroom full of people, but continued with their pillow fight. "Hiya!" shouted a girl with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She wacked the other with her pillow, and he laughed. "You'll have to do better than that!" The boy with black hair tackled the girl, then kneeled over her hips, tickling her stomach mercilessly. "S-stop it! C-cut it out, Seaw-weed Brain!" she laughed. The other demigods had frozen, staring at the two. They were both very familiar, but younger then any of them had ever seen them. It couldn't be, they had just watched them fall into Hell a little over two hours ago... Paul stared. "Percy?" he asked faintly. The black haired boy looked up and started. "Woah," he said getting off of the girl, who pushed herself up and looked around with intelligent grey eyes. "This is so not my cabin."