Andro: Hi! This is our first crossover.

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Andro: Anyway, if you read "Reading the Son of Neptune" (which has 800++ reviews) by us, you'll expect it to take a longer time to update because of this story and our other new story "Months".

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Chapter 1: BAG Academy

I stood at the front of Brooklyn Academy for the Gifted with my backpack slung over one shoulder and my carry-on travel bag by my side. The wind blew through my leather jacket making me shiver. The stupid white shirt with pink ribbons (I hate pink) and knee-length grey skirt. They did not go well with my combat boots.

Greetings, I'm Andro Pedderson, the new girl in BAG. I'm thirteen and my life is rubbish.

I got kicked out of my previous school for a lot of reasons—like setting the lab on fire (I didn't do it!) , the giant hole in the wall (It's not my fault) and the mysterious disappearance of John Taylor and his seat was replaced by a leech (I didn't do it on purpose! Well, not exactly.) . I transferred to BAG in March.

I wonder what my gift was—except for magic and making people angry in matter of seconds. I never seemed to know.

I gazed up at the tall buildings. One of them was my new home.

Great, anther school to destroy and get kicked out of again! I thought.

I found some students pointing at me and whispering. Oh, fab.

You'd be surprised of my appearance—not that I look weird— because most people I've met were a bit squeamish around me. Except for my family. They're messed up too, though.

I have dark purple eyes and long black hair with purple high lights.

I took a deep breath and headed inside.

…..

I stopped at the stairs to the girl's dorm rooms. The building was yellow and white. It was five storey's tall with stairs on each side.

A girl was waiting for me by the stairs with an IPod in her hand. She was as tall as me with light complexion, blue eyes and caramel colored hair with a streak of purple like me. She also wore a pair of combat boots.

What was it? Copy Andro Day?

Her name tag read: Sadie Kane. She raised an eyebrow at me and said with a British accent "Hullo, I'm Sadie. I'm your guide for today around the school. Let's get this over with."

"Hi," I said "I'm Andro Pedderson. Where did you leave your manners?" Really, the teachers could have got me a better guide.

"In the rubbish bin," Sadie led me up the stairs.

"Well, I gave mine to my sister," I shrugged. "Selene is too much of a goodie-two- shoe."

"Oh, really?" Sadie took me to the first floor.

"Yeah. There's a reason I got kicked out of school and one of them is calling my Math teacher an old vulture." I said. She turned to me uncomfortably and frowned.

"Is she really a vulture?"

"Nah, me and my friends made that up because she preys on weak Math students by giving them extra homework and gives us pop quiz." I thought about the time when we stuck a piece of paper with a drawing of a vulture that says "EAT MATHS!" That was hilarious.

"Anyway, this is the computer lab…" Sadie started. I didn't really pay much attention thanks to my ADHD and Sadie really wasn't tour guide material. "The students here are gifted in some sort of art, music or drama. The schedules are flexible with lots of independent study time. I specialized in Drama."

"I'm in drama, too, since I'm good at mimicking accents and acting." I said. We passed two girls who were giggling with a phone in ones hands.

"We, the students, are Baggies. The glamour girls with nose jobs and Botox lips are Plastic Bags. The alumni are Old Bags. And Mrs. Liard is the Bag Lady." She joked.

"Mrs. Liard? Sounds like Mrs. Weird." I wrinkled my nose. Sadie smiled "I never thought of that,"

She stopped in front a blue door with the numbers 470. It's my new home. She knocked the door and called "Lacy!"

Wait, Lacy?

Immediately, a twelve year old girl with blonde pigtails, blue eyes and braces opened the door and beamed at us. She wore the same uniform like us though her shoes were pink. Uh-oh. She's from Camp Half-Blood like me. What was she doing here?

"Sadie!" Lacy smiled like she looked up to Sadie a lot. She turned to me and gasped. "Aren't you Andro from the He—?"

Before I could answer, Sadie pitched in. It was really unlikely for anyone to talk before me.

"You know each other?" She demanded. It was hard to believe that I was going to share a room with a demigod like me.

"We're from the same summer camp." I stared at Lacy. She was from the Aphrodite cabin and I'm from the Hecate cabin. We're not exactly friends.

"So… you know Drew?" She eyed me. Drew? Of course, Drew Tanaka was also in this school.

"Drew Tanaka? Do NOT get me started with that tyrant!" I hissed. Drew was the Aphrodite cabin counselor. She's one of those mean, popular girls you'd find in every school. It's a good thing Piper Mclean took over her place as head counselor.

"You know her too? She's the head of the Plastic Bags." Sadie looked murderous. I have a feeling she hated Drew a lot. But she calmed down. "Anyway, Lacy is your roommate now."

I was grateful that I didn't end up with Drew. Really, who would want to?

"Wait! Do you stay in the dorms?" I asked. Sadie hesitated.

"I live with my family by the East River," She answered. Lacy smiled. I was horrified about the idea of Lacy's face splitting open if she kept smiling like that all the time.

"Can we visit?" Lacy coaxed.

"NO!" Sadie snapped immediately. That caught Lacy by shock. Interesting! I thought.

"M—my uncle doesn't like visitors," Sadie apologized "Sorry. He's quite sensitive."

She pushed us into the dorm and bade farewell and ran off. Okay. Weird.

The dorm was nice with a two-storey bunk leaning against the right wall. There was a bathroom and a kitchen to the left. A window on the wall beside the beds and a terrace. "Not bad," I whistled and arranged my belongings. Lacy helped. "There's free Unifi here!" She exclaimed and I suppressed a grateful smile.

Goodbye, Manhattan. Hello, Brooklyn. I thought as I watched out the window with the distant view of the Empire State Building.

I asked Lacy what she was in. Apparently, she was a clothes designer.

We headed out into the school compound. She walked me to my new locker which was next to Drew's. Drew's locker was hot pink gleaming with diamonds covered with her head shots and the words: Drew Tanaka! You're future Homecoming Queen!

Who knew we could decorate our lockers anyway we wanted?

Lacy gave me ideas on my locker design— which included my least favorite color. I appreciated all her help but I really had my own ideas. I memorized my locker combination: 13/32/33.

I opened it and sprayed the inside pitch black. I stuck glow-in-the-dark skull stickers on to the side of the lockers. I also spray painted the door dark purple. I tapped a photo of my three best friends and I in Malaysia on the back of the door.

I drew nice designs on the door to give it a gloomy feeling with markers. I caught a glimpse of Lacy pursing her lips. I didn't blame her. No one understood me.

Then, I turned and saw Drew with her team of Plastic Bags behind her. "Andro! How nice of you to be here. If I knew you were coming to school with us, you would have ridden in my limo, honey."

Drew was the most glamorous (It's an insult. Not a compliment) among her friends. Her frizzy black hair was something 1980's women have. She wore designer outfits, no doubt her pack of goons were copying. She wore a diamond D pendant which was probably her grade average.

"Thanks but I don't ride with perasan girls." I said sadly. I lived in Malaysia for six years so I knew how to speak in Malay. Perasan meant Narcissism.

Drew gave me a confused look and put her arm around me. Her perfume nearly made me cry. "Now, now, Andro. We aren't Malaysians." She clearly meant that word as an insult. I was a New Yorker even if I did live in Malaysia since I was six. "We do not speak… what is it called? Cavemen language?"

"Malay!" I gave her a smile "Is your brain functioning right? Do you remember to take it to the repairmen? I bet you'll need a couple million more brain cells to know the difference between Malay and Shallow. No offence but Shallow is you."

Lacy —even some of Drew's own friends— was grinning like crazy at my come back. Drew on the other hand looked very offended but she recovered.

"You remind me of a really good friend of mine. Sadie? Yes, her. She had the courage to go up against me, hon." Drew gave me a harsh look. I got a lot of those. "If you're the next please keep in mind that I will destroy you, Hecate's!"

That was it? No very scary glares? She must be playing nice in front of the boys around us. That made me mad. She had a mask that not much boys could see through.

"Drew, you must have forgotten that I specialize in fire elements and necromancy. I can roast you like the little pig you are and torture your soul or even send ghosts after you." I raised my right palm in front of Drew's make-up covered face and opened it. A blazing fire lit above it.

The air around me grew cold. Ghosts whispered around us. The mortals didn't seem to notice them. BAG was built on the Battle of Brooklyn Heights, you know. British regulars, farmers and women with hair that made Drew jealous formed around us.

There was a jabbing pain in my gut. Using too much magic could make me nauseous. Lacy looked nervous but I was having the time of my life. Drew's face was priceless.

"Drew, if you dare bother me again…" I let the fire blaze brighter and I pulled a Celestial Bronze knife from my pocket and placed the tip under her chin. The ghosts looked more real this time. "I swear I'll make you regret you've ever known me."

"You-you witch! I-I'll have my revenge, Pedderson!" She jabbed a finger at me and her smile was beyond mad "You will-will pay! Ha! Count on it!"

Drew turned at bumped into her friends and ran off. A few of them followed her but the rest stayed behind. I cut off my magic and the ghosts disappeared and the fire spluttered and died. I slid my knife back into my pocket.

I waited for the popular girls to slap me or yelled at me for humiliating their leader. Instead, they circled me and cheered. They threw off their earrings and said they were forced into cooperation with Drew. I didn't believe they were lying.

Some of the girls were actually very, very nice. One of them actually stomped her necklace and earrings under her high heels.

They raised me, Lacy and Sadie (who apparently was behind me the whole time) on their shoulders and carried us to the cafeteria. I have never felt so good in ages.

Andro: Done!

Selene: Now I need to update SON.

Andro: Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it.