A/N: First submission in a while, and I wanted to try something a little different. More upbeat and comical hopefully. Hope everyone enjoys the idea and story, and hopefully I can maintain a regular update of at least once a week or so. Thanks and like always, R&R. I don't own PJO or HoO.

It's the unfortunate start of a new school year. Which means quite a lot for a young, sixteen your old book from Manhattan, like myself. My school life so far had been filled with one trouble after another, as I had never actually been to the same school for more than a year, before being "asked" to not return. It was a painful teenage existence. Ever since I could remember I'd be a one-and-done student, bounced from different schools year after year. The last handful of schools for me had been the usual year stint at Yancy Academy, Meriweather Prep and Goode High. I couldn't help but sigh as my mom finally pulled up to this new school, and my second school since I entered high school, Long Island Prep.

Long Island Prep, like many of the others I'd attended the past couple of years, was a closed campus with it's own housing for students. The worst thing about the school though, was it was hours away from my home of Manhattan. This would be my first school experience outside of the Big Apple, and unfortunately for me, my mom Sally made sure I knew that this might be the last straw before I was shipped off to military school or something even worse by my nearly-nonexistent dad.

"I know it's going to be a bit of a change, Percy." She said with a smile as she tussled my pitch black hair for a moment. "You're father recommended this school though. He says that if you can't make it here, then you'll have no choice to be out at sea with him."

I groaned and sighed once again. My life so far had been absolutely terrible. Every school I'd been to, had been chalk full of bullies and brats who just felt that it was their mission in life to make sure mine was pure hell.

"Run along dear, you don't wanna start things off on the wrong foot." My mom, Sally, gently gave me a nudge to the door.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the car door and trudging myself up the steep hill towards the campus. I had a pause for just a moment to catch my breath at that overly large pine tree that peered both ways over the valleys. The campus was enormous. I had half expected to see some college like system of buildings, not a type of wilderness summer camp look. Before I could think of anything more about the odd layout and buildings, I was interrupted by a fairly cute young woman with striking, frizzled red hair and a splay of freckles.

"You must be this year's transfer student. I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare." She extended a hand politely as she looked me up and down with a smirk

"Uh, yeah, I guess." I replied back nervous and awkwardly. "I'm Perseus Andrew Jackson."

"Percy." The girl stiffed a light giggle, shaking her head softly side to side. "I've come to escort you to see Mr. D, our principal, and some of the other staff. Since you're a day early, things should be relatively relaxed for you."

I couldn't help but nod as I followed the cute redheaded girl down to the large three story barn-like house, with it's wrap around porch. She had a slightly baggy shirt and jeans that had plenty of notes and drawing scribbled all over them, but neither seemed to conceal the fact she had an attractiveness about her. The pants definitely didn't hide that she had a cute ass. Which I was apparently staring too long at, as she cleared her throat at me with an arched eyebrow.

"Is there something you needed help with there, Percy?" She smirked again, making me look away in blushing embarrassment.

"Uh.. not really..." I blanched with my reply back, feeling like a ridiculous teenage boy.

We walked the rest of the way quietly as I made the effort to stare at everything but the girl, who I wasn't completely sure if she was my age or a little older. When we reached the porch steps, she spun around so quickly I nearly plowed her right over. This caused her to giggle and smile at me, her hands pressed against my chest to buffer the space between us.

"I just remembered something, one moment." Her grin didn't disappear as she hastily wrote something down on the bottom of a sheet of paper, glancing back up when she finished but didn't show me yet.

Fantastic I berated myself mentally. First person you meet, and your already getting in trouble.

She led me into the main foyer of the big barn house, and handed me the sheet of paper she had written on. It contained my schedule and teachers list on it, the times of my classes and everything else helpful that I needed to know. At the bottom of the page though, was a hard to make out ten digit number.

"Try not to wait to long before calling, okay?" The girl smiled at me again as she patted my arm lightly, while walking out of the room.

It took me a few moments to notice the middle aged gentlemen who was sitting in a wheelchair towards the back of the room and near the low crackling fireplace. I clenched my teeth in embarrassment and frustration but he didn't seem worried about the exchange with myself and Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

"It's good to have you here at last, Mr. Jackson." He said as he wheeled himself completely to face me. "I'm the vice principal and language instructor. You can call me Mr. Brunner for the time being."

I puffed out a light sigh as I chewed on my lip, glancing down at my schedule. Mr. Brunner started telling about the days here, what was expected of me and those around me. All the usual boring details I was more than familiar with from my many trips to all the other schools I'd been to until now. It was his next statements that threw me off guard though.

"You have seven allotted course classes. English, Math, History and Science are mandatory but the other three are entirely up to you to select. Aside from your lunch of course."

I looked slightly stunned. Here I was with my first day at this out of the way, camp-school, getting to somewhat pick my class schedule. This was definitely new to me. Maybe this weird out of the way, camp-school wouldn't be so bad after all.

I scanned over the courses and and pointed at what I wanted. "Astronomy please."

Mr. Brunner nodded as he took my paper and filled out the schedule himself. He checked it over before handing it back and smiling politely. "I've filled out your schedule according to your class year and elective. I believe you also participate in sports as well, correct?"

I nervously glanced at the ground before nodding. "Yes, sir. I enjoy baseball the most."

Mr. Brunner once again scribbled something into the seventh and final slot, examining the schedule and sheet and going over it with me. English was my first class, followed by Astronomy second. That lead into Maths and then lunch, which was followed by my afternoon classes of science, history and finally my physical education.

"Instead of taking the P.E. class though, you can head and try out for one of the sporting teams in your final period." The vice principal commented. "Hopefully you also have a good time here, Perseus. Welcome to Long Island Prep, high school of the Gods."