This story has many different perspective with my own characters, but there are many PJO/HoO characters as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO or I would be extremely rich.

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Stella

My math teacher goes bazerk

I was at my locker wondering what just happened. I got my super crazy math teacher to give the whole class an extra day to study for the finals. This wasn't possible. When I first came to Heartwell High Boarding School a few months ago, the first thing the older kids told me was that Mrs. Desmond is a crazy psychotic teacher who will find a way to torture children into liking math. But getting her to cancel her math finals? Impossible.

Heartwell Boarding School, nestled in the Santa Cruz hills in California, is not necessarily known for its kind teachers and normal students. In fact, most Heartwell's kids described it as the school that all the 'special' children get sent to. It is where the kids with messed up families can be disowned without parents having to pay child support.

Even though most of the kids at Heartwell have evil parents who 'disowned' their children, I knew I was a special case. My name is Stella Devi and I look normal‒ wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, average height, fourteen years old— an average non-bollywood Indian origin ninth grader.

I was at my locker deciding between trying to get my science teacher to give use no homework or getting the principal to cancel school, when a girl with red hair and green eyes came bounding over- my best friend Misty. She was with two other girls- ones with perfect hair and clothing. Naturally, I hated them. Whenever you got to close, they seemed like hawks, looking for the best way to bring you down.

"Hey, Stella!" Misty said, excitedly. "Did you really get Mrs. Desmond to cancel her math finals?"

"Well, I really don't know." I replied apprehensively. "I just asked her to change the date and she did."

"That's really cool. Have you tried it out on anyone else yet?" hawk number one, Nicole answered.

"You should totally try it on a guy." hawk number two, Mia giggled.

"Yes! My turn first. Go ask Dylan to like me." Nicole commanded. Dylan, the "hot" school jock, was the centerpiece of Heartwell High. He had the brains of a mouse, and I personally think that he looks like a frog. I might kinda-sorta have a crush on this other guy, but I think he likes Misty. So anyways, Dylan already had a girlfriend, Khione; nevertheless, Mia and Nicole tried everything to get his attention. Misty already has a boyfriend, Zachary Mathews, so she didn't care.

"No, he's mine. Remember in sixth grade, when we were playing truth or dare, you promised that Dylan was mine and you won't do anything to steal him."

"I was eleven. I didn't know about the confidential world of the boy!"

They bickered over this matter for a few minutes, while Misty and I pretended not to notice anything.

"Guys! First of all," I interrupted them, "I don't even know that this will work."

"Right." Nicole said. "We need a trial suspect. Something easy to work on."

"Yep." Mia thought for a minute. "Oh yes! I've got it! Stella, you should ask your dad for tickets to see Hrithik Roshan and Priyanka Chopra."

"Oh my gosh yes!" Nicole squealed. "He's so hot and amazing and those two are so good in movies, even though Priyanka Chopra looks totally fake."

I tensed. My dad and my family is not something that I am proud about. He's Hrithik Roshan's agent and my stepmother is an artist. I have two twin stepbrothers who are really annoying, but still they're family. My real mom, according to stories told by my dad, died when I was born. She was an actress my dad met at the film studios. For some reason, the last thing I remember of my mom was a bright light that glows in the darkest storms.

Until I was ten, I had an amazing life. I loved to read and play soccer. I loved drawing and watching TV. The rest of my life, however, was a mess. On my eleventh birthday, I got a present in the mail. It was a peacock feather necklace, wrapped in a pink, satin cloth, without any gift tag or card. My dad paled at the sight of the gift and turned as pink as the cloth. My stepmother was a little more calm. She said that the necklace was beautiful, put it on my neck, gave my dad "the look", and walked away to get my three year old brothers to stop fighting.

After that night came the secret meeting. My stepmother and my dad had these secret conversations for the next few weeks. I used to sit up on the stairs all night, listen to them argue about me, and then go back to sleep feeling not much better.

"Aylin...(my stepmom)," my dad said. "We have to get her to camp."

"No. Raj. I want her to have a normal life for a while until she goes up fighting monsters and saving the world."

"Come on, Aylin. The world is turning weirder and weirder. It's not just a coincidence that the sky is turning darker and darker nearer to the winter solstice."

"NO! She's a child, Raj. She's eleven. She doesn't need to be a pawn for the God's. She's a child."

"She's not even yours, Aylin."

"Shut up. She's my daughter as much as she yours."

Then my life changed. My parents are awesome and her stepmother is a hundred times nicer that Cinderella's Stepmother, but for some reason when I was twelve, my parents shipped me off to boarding school. My dad told me that it would be safer there. What on earth did they mean by that? My family lived in a stable neighborhood, and they had great lives. I came to believe that my family was trying to get rid of me and wanted to start a new life— without me.

Gee, thanks Dad. You don't want me anymore. What am I? A piece of trash? I'm a person, okay. I thought you guys loved me and that you cared for me. Apparently, I'm wrong. You're a super cool agent for an Indian superstar, but still can't make time for your oldest daughter.

I tried to tell something to Nicole and and Mia, when Misty came to my rescue and said, "Oh. BTW, I'm breaking up with him."

"You're breaking up with Zach?" I asked.

Zachary Mathews was one of the dorkiest boys on campus. He made up for his his dorkiness with good looks and niceness. Misty and Zach had been dating for a few month, but apparently Misty did not like him anymore.

"Yeah. I need to focus more on my school work and less on him," Misty replied nonchalantly.

That wasn't true. There was no way Misty would rather do her homework than hang out with Zach. Maybe there was something about her parents, or something about Zach. There was something else hidden in her and I wanted to find out.