A/N: Hey, Fanfic readers!:D I've finally published my first story, thanks to Thalia Grace-Pinecone Face who sorta convinced me to write. I really apologise in advance if it's crappy, or if the characters are OOC. It's rushed, and it's my first story. Plus, I'm ill. And it's really short, but I promise I'll try my best to update. I've got a busy life, people! Please try to understand.:) CC are accepted. Just no flames, please D:
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians! I don't suppose I look like an old American dude, hmm?
On with the story!:) x
Percy
It's been a month since the Titan war. A month since I've saved Olympus and the entire Western Civilization from the Titan Kronos, who by the way is my granddad, trying to take over the world. Yep, you heard right – instead of having good ole gramps take me fishing on my birthday, he decided he wants to fight with me to death.
I'm Percy Jackson, demigod son of Poseidon. You'd think it's cool to be the son of the Almighty Sea God, having amazing water powers and all that . . . But actually, it's not. Okay, maybe a little. But those "super cool" abilities have a price too, you know. A very big price, might I add. I mean, having monsters want to kill you every time?
Not exactly my idea of "cool".
Anyway, back to the story.
Don't you think the gods and the Fates should at least cut me some slack? Since I am the Saviour of Olympus. Sorry – I'm not bragging. But why do I have to go back to school? Yes, I know I'm being whiny, but seriously! Things have been going really well after the war. Especially me and Annabeth. (Yeah, we're dating now, in case you haven't heard.)
But I couldn't stand the look Mom gave me. She told me to give one last try. Besides, Nico and Annabeth would be going as well. So, despite myself, I finally agreed.
Now, I'm walking my way to my school – Goode High, which was only two blocks away from our apartment. And did I mention it's my second year there? For the very first time, I actually managed to stay in one school in two years. I guess it has something to do with my step-dad, Paul Blofis (not Blowfish), who is an English teacher there.
"Remind me why we have to go to school again?" I heard a familiar voice grumbling.
I turned around and saw an exasperated Annabeth walking alongside with a grumpy-looking Nico.
I grinned. "Hey guys,"
They both looked up. Each with different expressions.
"Thank the gods," Nico said, sounding relieved. "Percy, save me from your girlfriend! She keeps on going on and on about how school is so fun and wonderful! It's driving me insane!"
"It is," Annabeth insisted tiredly, as if they've went through this before. Knowing them, they probably had. "And Death Boy, you are already insane. You –"
I interrupted her. "Not that I'm taking Nico's side, but how do you expect us, well, minus you, to ace our subjects, much less survive the school year with our Dyslexia and ADHD?"
She glared at me. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain,"
I was about to say something else, when Nico said, "Ah, welcome to the living Tartarus."
I glanced up ahead, to be met with a sign that said, "Ewocleme to Dooge Ihgh!"
I'm guessing it said, "Welcome to Goode High!" instead of that. Since the dyslexia makes the words jumble together and swim right before our eyes.
Annabeth's grey eyes brightened almost immediately.
"Let's go!" she said enthusiastically, practically dragging us inside.
Nico gave me one last look that clearly said, Oh gods, help me! , before we got, ah, dragged inside.
So how was it? Again, sorry for the crappy writing.
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-Ellis-
