Ryan Cox and the Olympians: Rise of the Titans
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of these other heroes or gods because I am not Rick Riordan.
Luke Castellan1
Chapter one: Middle school sucks! [Ryan]
Middle school sucks! The reason being that this was the third time today that I had gotten a wedgie from the same person. I hated how they called people like me losers when they are the ones who go around touching other people's underwear.
I hated the jocks and cheerleaders and everyone popular. Because I wasn't. My only friend was a girl named Saphire and she wore neon colors all the time, so it was hard for me to blend in with the other kids and avoid getting beaten to death, when I hang out with her. I was dangling from a hanger in the boy's locker room. I had just finished gym class and it was my usual lunch time. Boy was I hungry. The next bell rung about a half an hour later and I had missed lunch.
The gym teacher, Mr. Callswhir, pulled me down from the hanger and gave me a pass to my next and last class. English.
"Can you please explain to me why you are late?" Asked, Mrs. Anverter, my English teacher.
I didn't want to but I told her that Todd Hufler and his stupid football friends hung me from my underwear. The whole class of sixteen students busted into laughter.
"Shut up!" I yelled.
"Mr. Cox, we do not speak that way at Rightburn Middle School. Go to the principles office!" The teacher ordered. On my way to the principles office I saw Saphire painting on school property. I rushed over to her and said, "What are you doing?"
"Drawing. What does it look like I'm doing?" She retorted.
"You're going to get into trouble." I warned.
"Trust me, Ryan, This isn't the worst trouble I've ever gotten myself into." She said. "Besides the school could use a little more color."
"Okay. I guess I'll see you later then?" I asked. Saphire nodded then she continued her troublemaking business.
I made my way to the principles office and walked inside. The principle gestured for me to take a seat. I think this was the seventeenth time in a month that I had been in this grey room.
"Honestly, Sir, I don't know why those guys hate me." I said.
"Maybe their jealous of you. Have you ever thought about that?" The principle said.
"What? Them jealous of me? That's ridiculous. Yeah they totally dig my awesome blonde hair." I said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cox, but I have no choice but to expel you." He said.
"What?"
"You have been in more fights than I can count. You have been in my office way to many times and you yelled at a whole class telling them to shut up. I'm sorry. Good-bye." He said, sorrowfully. Great. Expulsion. Just what I needed.