How I Saved the World Before Summer Vacation Started

This is yet another tale of a demigod worth remembering at Camp-Half Blood. As years come, many more will be recognized. This epic is about some of our most promising demigods, still full of limitless possibilities. This information could be dangerous and unsafe to read. Should you so choose, close this book now and avoid the consequences you may receive for knowing this information.

For all others, read on to discover the story of Alissa Taylor and her quest with Thomas Walker and David Myers...

"Wake up!"

Someone shook my shoulder urgently.

"Miss Taylor?"

I groaned. Then, right next to my ear:

"Alissa, wake up!" I felt hands push me sideways. My eyes snapped open and my hands shot out wildly as I fell, at the last moment grabbing hold of something. It was my desk.

I looked around. Sitting at the desk to the left of me was Connor Gerlin. He had a smirk on his face and one hand covering his mouth. Connor took pride on being, what was in his mind, perfect. Anyone who didn't meet his standards was a loser. He was the kind of guy who decided if he liked you or not the moment you walked into his line of sight. Connor's never liked me. Big surprise. Right now he was giving me his special look that said, I'm so much better than you. In every way. Ha. I rolled my eyes at him and turned away.

To the right of me was Chimi. Chimi was your All-American kind of girl. She had blond hair, blue eyes, and a smile with teeth whiter than bleach. Of course, her teeth weren't showing right now as she faced me with a scowl on her face and her hands crossed. She was the one who had shoved me awake. I gave Chimi a guilty look so she would think I was sad I displeased her. In case it is difficult to tell, Chimi was my best friend.

I sat in the front row of desks, so I turned 180 degrees in my chair to look at the rest of the class. Everyone was staring at me. Figures. "Ahem." Ms. Coogan was standing over me and staring down at me, her eyes beady like a snake's and her nose pointer than usual, if that was even possible. Her dark hair was piled on the top her head and looked like a rat's nest. In one hand she tightly gripped a piece of chalk so infinitely small I wondered how she could possibly make one line on the board. In the other hand she held her infamous pointing stick, still pointing mid-air at a few lines of some boring play Shakespeare wrote that we needed to know for our final. I couldn't have told you what it was even if I didn't have dyslexia. We learned too much Shakespeare at school. Just thinking about Shakespeare made me sleepy again.

"Well, Miss Taylor," started Ms. Coogan. Oh yeah, she was that teacher who called you by your last name. She said it would remind us to be more mature when we acted like children. The last time I checked, that is what all of us are. "You've awoken just in time to receive your special gift." Ms. Coogan spat at me.

"What could it be?" I asked sarcastically. Ms. Coogan handed me the bright red slip from her desk with my name scrawled on the top. Yay. More detention.

Welcome to Barnstable Acadamy, the wonderful and welcoming college-preparatory school, also referred to as The New School My Rich Mother Decided to Drop Me Off at Until I Get Expelled and Need to Go to Another One. Again. At 8 Wright Way, Barnstable Acadamy, or B.S as I like to call it, specializes in training students who learn differently. That's how they put it at least. I'm not kidding. The principal calls the school a "premier college-prep day school

in northern New Jersey for students who learn differently." This is my fourth school this year. Don't ask how I got kicked out of all the others because all of the stories are stupid and confusing. Let's just say it's not my fault when something explodes; I just always get blamed for it. My mom hoped a school that specializes in handling kids with ADHD would be able to control me so she wouldn't have to deal with me and my problems. I have an attention deficit disorder and dyslexia, by the way, in case you're not following. The tuition to be in this lovely school is $28,750, not that money is a problem for me. In fact, it's the only problem I don't have. My parents are screwed up, my head is screwed up, and my life is screwed up. I have money. Big whoop.

Before I continue, let's just get one thing straight. I'm not some tough delinquent who loses her temper and bounces off the walls. If I was I think my mom would stick me in foster care. If anything, I look pretty normal. I don't have tattoos or piercings, and I don't have any colors in my hair besides my natural brown. I wear jeans and t-shirts and listen to my iPod, just like everyone else does. I'm not a freak. At least, that's what I tell myself.

Anyways, so I was sitting in my chair, not really paying attention to anything Ms. Coogan said to me about being irresponsible, when the door to our class opened. Mrs. June, a secretary, walked in the room. She gave Ms. Coogan a sheet of paper, nodded her head, and walked out the door. Mrs. June didn't say much. Ms. Coogan studied the paper for a moment and then threw it into the garbage next to her.

"Class," said Ms. Coogan. "We have two new students. Make them feel welcome or you all get detention." I turned towards the door and realized two people were standing in the doorway. "Well, are you just going to stand there?" Ms. Coogan asked. Two boys walked into our classroom. The first boy had shaggy blond hair that was on the verge of covering his big green eyes. He was smiling as he walked in, a slight bounce to his step. He looked fit, his toned muscles visible through his t-shirt. Of course, I'm sure he wore that blue shirt two sizes too small by accident.

The other boy followed Blondy after a moment of hesitation. Although comfortable, I could tell this kid was more careful than the other. His hair was shorter than Blondy's and was a dark shade of brown. His eyes were green too, but they were focused on Blondy instead of the class. This guy had his hands tucked in the pocket of his jeans and wore a loose black t-shirt. Hey, I told you t-shirts and jeans were popular.

"Hello, mates," the blond kid said. His voice was thick with a British accent. "My name is David Myers." David smiled at one of the girls who sat behind me. She almost squealed with delight. I rolled my eyes, turning to Chimi so she could see how ridiculous I thought this guy was. Chimi was too busy staring at the two boys, and I mean staring at them. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide, studying their every move. Great.

I realized the boy with the brown hair hadn't said anything. David clapped him on the back and said, "This here is Thomas Walker."

"Why can't Thomas Walker speak for himself?" Oops. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. Ms. Coogan gave me a death stare but I pretended I didn't see. Connor rolled his eyes at me. I wanted to punch him.

Thomas wriggled out from under David's grip.

"I can speak for myself," he said in a completely American accent, but David grabbed Thomas again and rustled his hair.

"Yes, but I'm the ladies man," All the girls laughed. Nobody was paying attention to Thomas but me. His face was red, but he looked more pissed then embarrassed. He took a deep breath and I swear I could see him counting to five before he exhaled. A dude with anger issues?

That could get interesting.

Thomas raised his eyebrows at David, almost like he was warning him, but before anything could happen Ms. Coogan spoke up.

"If the two of you could please take your seats in the back, that would be wonderful," she said. I swear you could hear all the girls sigh when they heard they wouldn't be able to stare at the back of David's head. Even Ms. Coogan looked at David just a second too long before turning back to the chalkboard. Gross.

David and Thomas took their seats as told, and Ms. Coogan went back to reviewing for our final in three weeks, ignoring the giggles of girls every few minutes. As I sat there, not paying attention to our pointy-nosed teacher, a thought occurred to me. Why did two new students come to school three weeks before finals? Somehow that didn't make much sense to me, but I didn't have time to think about it anymore because just then the bell rang.

The students hurried out of the classroom, anxious to talk about the new arrivals. I saw the girls split up as Thomas and David looked at their schedules and then headed in opposite directions. I rolled my eyes for the tenth time today and started walking to my next class with Chimi.

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End of Chapter One!
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