Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson; Rick Riordan does.

Percy's Pov

I was in English listening to Miss Williams drone on about the importance of using commas. It wasn't like she was boring and at least she didn't give me the evil eye like most school teachers (excluding Paul, of course), but the topic was boring.

I think Annabeth was bored, too, seeing that she was probably born knowing how to use them, but she didn't show. It looked like she was paying perfect attention and taking careful notes.

I wrote in my notebook Are you seriously taking notes on how to use commas? I'm so bored :P I wrote it in Greek, because I'm dyslexic when it comes to English, but perfectly fine when it's Greek. I figured since it would be hard for me to write a note in English, it'd be twice as hard for Annabeth (who also has dyslexia) to decipher what it says.

A bit about the Greek thing before we continue: Personally, I think it's cool we automatically know a language (or at least, it comes to us easily), but the fact that it makes demigods dyslexic makes it not-so-cool. And then there is the fact that people think you're stupid just because words float off the page for you. Jeez, it's not our fault the Greek gods prefer ancient languages.

I ripped the page out of my spiral-bind notebook and folded it into a paper airplane. I threw it to Annabeth's desk, which was right next to mine, aiming for it to land smoothly on top of her papers.

It ended up hitting Annabeth on the side of her head. She glanced up at me with an irritated look. I mouthed sorry. She rolled her eyes.

What? How can she blame me? It wasn't intentional and she knows how much I suck at archery, so my aim isn't good. I'm better at throwing objects in a baseball kind of motion, like crumpled up pieces of paper, but I'm not so great when it comes to throwing things (like paper airplanes) that have a similar motion to archery. I guess. If that made any sense to you.

She picked up the airplane, unfolded it, and read it. After she read it, she wrote her own message. She turned her body slightly, so I couldn't see what she was doing with the paper.

Annabeth threw a paper airplane back. It glided to a smooth stop on my desk. It appears that this airplane had slight modifications from mine, but worked a whole lot better. Well, she was a daughter of Athena. Go figure.

I unfolded the plane and read her note underneath mine. It was written neatly in Greek. Gods, Seaweed Brain. Of course I'm not taking notes on the usage of commas. I knew how to use them right around when I started to know how to write. I'm working on the designs of the rooftop gardens on Olympus. You should at least look like you're paying attention. Teachers don't usually like the "glazed over" look in their students' eyes. If you're bored, then …

I didn't get to see the rest of the note because suddenly, it was snatched up in the air. I looked over. It was Josh.

I don't even understand why he hated me so much. He was this obnoxious guy (100% mortal according to Annabeth) with beautiful brown hair that made girls swoon and normal black eyes – mostly only demigods have the startling eye colours (or so I've noticed). I guess it was one thing you inherit from your godly parent, hair colour too, besides the skills and power. Sorry, my ADHD makes me go off track. Anyway, he was the typical mean school bully. I guess bullies hate everyone besides their own little posse and hot girls, but I think he hates me especially.

"Miss Williams! Percy's passing notes!" I glared at him. Annabeth glared at him too and I think her's was more effective because when he looked over at her, he cringed a bit and looked apologetic. I didn't blame him. When Annabeth gets angry, her eyes would go all stormy – this just proves my theory that most demigods have weird eye colours.

Miss Williams stopped talking and walked over.

"Percy Jackson, you know you're not supposed to pass notes." She was looking at me expectantly.

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry," I said.

"Mr. Jackson, do you remember what we do when someone is caught passing notes?"

I groaned. I did remember, for once. Miss Williams is crazy strict about passing notes, cell phones in class, etc. If anyone got caught in class passing notes, she would read them aloud to the class. I guess it did make some sense. It's embarrassing to have your private conversations be read out to the class.

Of course, Miss Williams doesn't usually notice. She's really absorbed with her teaching. I cursed Josh for tattling on me. Why did he hate me? I didn't do anything to him.

I watched Josh hand over my note in defeat. The note wasn't really embarrassing, but still. She'd probably tell Paul about it at lunch. Then he'd tell mom and they'd both lecture me later.

Josh was smiling smugly from his desk, diagonally in front of me. I scowled.

Miss Williams looked at it, perplexed. "What's this? Where are these shapes and symbols?"

Huh? What did she mean? Then it hit me. I wrote in Greek, so she couldn't read it. I fought back a smile.

"It's in Greek," I said, flashing a smug smile at Josh, who looked disappointed that he couldn't find out what the note said.

"You know Greek?" she asked, looking genuinely surprised.

Well, it is a shocker when an American teenage boy who had been kicked out of almost every school for nearly burning down some of them (blame the Mist), and top of that, with dyslexia and ADHD, claims to know an ancient language when he can't even handle English. Plus, passing notes in Greek meant I had to be fluent in it, which I was.

"Yeah, both me and Annabeth," I replied, as if it were no big deal. (The entire class seemed slightly intrigued that someone like me knew Greek).

I could see Annabeth's glare directed at me from my side vision. Probably trying to mentally send a message saying, "Why did you tell her I was passing notes with you?"

"Wow, really? Because we're going to start Greek mythology next class. Do you know some Greek myths too?"

"Only a little." Ah, the irony. If only Miss Williams knew. She'd probably die of shock.

"What about you, Annabeth?" She looked over at Annabeth.

Annabeth's glare melted away. "Slightly more than the kelp head over there." She pointed at me, clearly still annoyed I mentioned her about the note passing.

"Well that's good," Miss Williams said, completely forgetting about the note.

But the Fates would never allow me such luck.

"Miss Williams, what does the note say?" the annoying Josh asked.

"Oh right." Her expression turned cross, as if just remembering why she'd come over in the first place. "Percy, would you like to translate for us?"

Oh, great. I was definitely not going to translate what the actual note said. I mean, how was I going to explain about Mt. Olympus and all that? But I'm not good at quick thinking and making up good excuses on the spot, like Annabeth.

"Um … I was asking Annabeth about the difference between … uh … semicolons and commas … like how they're used and stuff." I know, I know, it could've been better, but it related to what she was teaching, so that's good, right? I'm pretty sure nobody in the class was convinced.

Fortunately, Miss Williams, being the kind and unsuspecting teacher she was, accepted that as a valid thing a note would say and we didn't even get in trouble. "It's good that you guys were discussing the uses of commas and semicolons, but please, Percy, next time, just raise your hand and ask."

"Yes, Miss Williams," I said.

Unexpectedly, the Greek hardwired in my brain that comes with being a demigod can be helpful in getting out of tight situations.

This is my first fanfic. How was it? Leave a review. This story was inspired by other stories I read when Percy and Annabeth are in class, learning. (I can't find them at the moment). I don't think anyone has done this exact idea, but if there is one, please tell me. My grammar isn't perfect, so I'm going to look for a beta to edit my second chapter. I plan for this story to have 3 parts, so expect 2 other chapters soon.

*S-Jar