Yancy academy was a strange place. I hated it there. I was told that a few years ago that it wasn't that bad of a place because it had a few good teachers and okay students.

Only now the school was ruled by an evil redheaded sociopath, also known as Nancy. Behind her back, she is only known as the witch. The name was well earned.

She started out as a freshman bully. She would be rude, give people swirlies. Things like that. Then she got, well, cruel. More than got life threatening.

It happened after a kid named Percy got his own personal man hunt. I don't know what was running through her mind. Maybe she thought " Hey, Percy gets a man hunt? Why not me? I want my own personal man hunt. Let me go stab some poor un expecting soul."

Only Percy wasn't actually guilty. Percy had been missing for over a year, so, no one had seen him in a while. I thought that he was probably dead by now only I guess I was when I thought my life at Yancy couldn't get worse. It got worse. I started my day trying to outrun Nancy and her gang. I was doing okay for any asthmatic High schooler.

"Hey,Loser." She yelled " Why don't you stop so we can give you a little surprise."

Somehow I had the feeling that this meant I would be lit on fire, knowing my luck.

You see, I have really bad luck. And I am not talking about semi bad luck. I mean, the type of luck that can get you killed in painful, gruesome, nasty, creative, ridiculous... Well I think you get the picture that I have bad luck.

One time I was doing a school project. We had to make a bridge out of toothpicks and see how much weight it could hold. Mine didn't hold the weight what so ever. It sorta shattered and took out my teacher In one swoop. My teacher, Mrs. Krause didn't return to school for a while.

The next time was the eighth grade. It was raining out and the poor demented animals outside thought it would be a good idea to come inside and hide from the rain in my desk. My teacher assumed I was trying to sneak animals in. What on earth would I do with a dozen rabid chipmunks? Sell them in the black market. Well,that's what she thought and she gave me a two week suspension.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when I almost killed the new kid within the first second I met him.

I was still running from her royal evilness, as she shouted a numerous array of words that should not be said in public.

I ran into him as ungracefully like a football player in heels might try to dance ballet. My books went flying, hitting a suit of armor In the history room I was in. The mace it held hurtled to the floor, sending a loud clang through the room. It landed where his foot had been a second before. Whew! That was close.

I looked up at him and looked into his eyes. I had just, quite literally, run into Percy Jackson. The infamous Percy Jackson.

"Well that was interesting." Was all he said.

He helped me up from my sprawled out position on the floor. We stared at each other and just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse it did. I fainted ,very wimpy I might add.

It wasn't a normal faint either. It was in slow motion and suddenly I wasn't in my classroom.

I was in a forest clutching a knife . There were shadows everywhere and I could tell they weren't normal as they seemed to appear out of no where from the darkness.

I was terrified when the darkness overtook me: I was consumed and smoke was left in my wake.

The dream continued. I was on a beach. Again the knife was in my , Dark blood dripped off the blade.

On the far end of the beach laid someone in a heap. My blood ran cold because Whoever he was, was dead. He was stabbed to death, repeatedly, by my knife.

No, was all that went through my head. I didn't think I was capable of killing. Someone else must have done it. I wouldn't have done that.

I looked at the heap with sadness and remorse. He was blonde must have been 17 or 18 years old. Surely he didn't deserve to die. Blood seeped from him. His eyes were blue and stormy and there was no life in them. I had done this. I had killed him.

Something caught my attention. There was a tattoo on his arm that I couldn't read due to the blood, but it was there.

Tears streamed down my face. There was something about him. Something about the life being taken away from him.

Again my surroundings changed. I was at a dance. I wore a purple floor length gown that billowed to the floor. I then found myself dancing. My once pristine dress was now covered in mud and blood.

The man I danced with had no face and I don't know we're his words came from when he spoke.

"Child," He hissed,"They will all die. Eventually. There is nothing you can do to save them. A prophecy once thought to be fulfilled has resurfaced. She must make a choice. Only, this choice will be very different from your predecessor. Good luck."

He disappeared into smoke. I was left alone.

I woke up sweaty, scared, and screaming three hours later.