AN: My first fanfiction. Hope you like it!

It was a hot Wednesday in May when Mrs. O'Leary, my pet hellhound, shadow traveled into my school's bathroom.

Let me clear a few things up: Mrs. O'Leary is the world's nicest hellhound. Meaning, she only tries to kill me by mistake. She's been fond of me ever since her old master, Daedalus, died. And, of course, since I found a way to make a fifty pound dog biscuit for her. The trick: bribing some Hermes kid to steal lots and lots of flour from the kitchen. And then, find a camper who's good at camping. Don't give them credit, and Mrs. O'Leary will love you forever.

That's not always a good thing. This Wednesday is all the proof you need.

I was washing my hands in the bathroom at school. Well, my hand. One elbow was always holding down the faucet button thing, because the school was too cheap to buy faucets that allowed you to wash both hands at once.

So, I was in a bit of a rush, because I was already almost late for my English class with Mr. Chagas, who we've had since February, when the old teacher turned into a harpy and tried to kill me.

Mr. Chagas was pretty strict, and had told me that if I was late for his class "one more time, Mr. Jackson, just one more time," he'd suspend me for a week.

So, yeah, I wanted to hurry and be on time for the first time in a month.

And maybe I would have been on time if a huge black wall of fur hadn't appeared right in the doorway.

This happens sometimes. As I said, Mrs. O'Leary loves me, and sometimes she drops by to pay me a visit. But not at school. Never at school.

I stared at the huge hellhound blocking the doorway.

"Um, Mrs. O'Leary," I called up. "Uh...hi."

Mrs. O'Leary let out a loud WOOF in response. She wagged her tail, knocking one of the urinals off of the wall.

I winced, knowing I'd be blamed for this. There was no one else in the bathroom. "Yeah...hi. So, I sort of need to get to my English class, or I'll be suspended...so, um..."

Mrs. O'Leary shifted around, giving no sign of shadow traveling back to wherever she came from.

"It's good to see you and everything," I said, "but I need to leave this room now. Okay? And I'm pretty sure the janitors won't be that happy when they see you've broken the pipes and everything, you know..."

Mrs. O'Leary WOOFed again, and licked my face. I tried not to make a face as I wiped off her spit.

"So, not to be rude or anything, but could you move?" I asked. "I'm going to be suspended."

Mrs. O'Leary ignored me. She continued to ignore my pleads, cajoles, requests, everything. It took quite a while to even get her to face me again.

When she finally did, I stared her right in the eye.

"Mrs. O'Leary," I said slowly. "You need to shadow travel away. Now."

She twisted around, bounded down the hallway, and disappeared. I followed her out, running down the halls to my English classroom.

Mr. Chagas glared at me. "Late once again, Mr. Jackson. You know what that means. He went to his desk to prepare the suspension forms.

I blamed Mrs. O'Leary.