Here is your redo. Enjoy!
I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Please.
"AchEEEooo!"
I let out my high-pitched squeal-sneeze into the cold air of New York City. Winter-time had just come around and I had already caught a cold. My black bag slapped lazily against my thigh as I made my way to School. I was freezing, despite my black fur-lined boots, long socks under my dark olive green skinny jeans, and my long-sleeved shirt under my black hoodie. My long, red- tinted black ringlets were splayed all over my white fleece scarf.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
I jumped at the strong vibration of my phone. I unlocked it and peered at the screen.
Camille
"What's takin' so long chicka?" she chirped. I could hear her voice wobble from her constant shaking. It was that cold. Fifteen minutes, and I walked into the large courtyard. Camille was standing there, her golden blonde hair falling down to her waist. She opened her forest-green eyes as she finished yawning.
"What are you waitin' for? We've got a whole day in the Dungeon!"
It's amazing what you can hear when you're in the Dean's office.
Really.
At first I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Words included were "Demigod" "Monsters" and some sort of camp for half-bloods. Then came the shock of who was talking. I was here for vandalism, stolen property, and simple misbehavior. It wasn't the Dean that was in "The Dungeon "as I called it, it was Mr. Petropoulos, a popular English teacher. There were two teenagers that followed along. One had kelp-green eyes. They swirled like the actual sea, and were in contrast with his raven hair. The other looked like any other popular dude in this school. He had that typical black Bieber hair, dark brown eyes, and tan olive skin.
"Alexandra!" Mr. Petro called.
Camille gave me a look that said good luck, you'll need it!
Mr. Petro turned slowly around in his large swivel chair. His pin-stripe suit was ironed straight.
"Alexandra…" he started. "About that graffiti…" the phone rang and he picked it up. The person on the other line was so loud that Mr. Petro winced and held the phone away. (AN: IDK if it shows but there's this automatic line that keeps on appearing. Sorry if it's annoying.)
"Yes," he said, sighing directly into the phone. "Yes—yes. Yesyesyesyesyesyes."
I raised an eyebrow as frustrated lines appeared on his head.
"I get it!" he exclaimed. He then slammed the phone down on the receiver, and turned in his chair to face me, veins practically popping out of his huge head.
This was a very bad time to get in trouble.
Very.
"So how was your day at school, honey?" my mom asked. She took out some sugar and poured it in her tea.
I sighed, and dropped my backpack on the floor. It landed with a thud. I was so tired from Mr. Petro chewing me out. I had nearly passed out at my locker.
"Fine…" my gaze trailed off to the side uncomfortably. I didn't want to upset my mom about my detention.
"Okay. Make sure Danni and TJ are in bed by 8:00. I'll call you when work's done. I love you!"
She packed and rushed out the door.
"I love you too," I answered bluntly. I kicked my backpack aside and ran to my bedroom.
Something was wrong.
But what was it?
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