Chapter One- My History Teacher gets high

The last blossoms on the apple trees floated down on the currents of the wind, the sun shone down making everything in its reach become golden and warm and there I was, head in my hands, staring at equations sprawled across the board in smooth blue pen.

I had zoned out ages ago, my attention fixed either outside or on the clock that sat above my desk. They say minutes can pass like hours and they are right, have you ever noticed how one hour of science can feel longer than the weekend? The red second hand made its way leisurely from millisecond to millisecond as Mrs Reiner finally realized that her amazing wit and intelligence was falling on deaf ears.

"Charlotte!" she snapped. I bolted upright and tried in vain to look like I knew all about angles. "Would you like to tell me the what the angle D is?"

"No" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it and I blushed scarlet as snickers of delight echoed around the room. "I mean yes Miss. Sorry""

"And... who do you work out what the angle D is?" she said with wry smile.

"Why are you asking me miss? You claim to be the teacher" I have no time for people who patronise me and it seemed I had a bad case of verbal diarrhoea due to tiredness and stress.

"Would you like to stand out side? I'm sure we can have some detention slips printed off for tomorrow if you need some extra help with your maths" she hissed. I know I had made her life a misery ever since she set eyes on me but double maths wasn't my idea of bliss either.

"To be brutally honest Miss, I would much rather be outside where your foul stench can abuse my delicate nostrils!" I said dramatically. It was harsh, I know. I was already packing up my stuff and waiting to be sent out in disgrace so that Mrs Reiner could do some vocal exercises to prepare for her screaming session.

I sauntered out when she asked me to leave trying to ignore snide comments about my pale freckly skin and my black eyes. How the hell were my little mob of tormentors supposed to know what it was like to be me? Yes, before you ask, I am a martyr and a bitter one at that. I smirked at Mrs Reiner as I passed as if she was so predictable and as if this was what I wanted to happen. It wasn't of course, but I was to stubborn to admit it even to myself.

I slid down the wall of the corridor and wondered what to do next. I wasn't going to hang around to get told off but then again,what could I do? I was stuck in Merrymoore Boarding School and College, no parents and no friends to help me just my freaky eyes and my science book. Great! I'll run off to Las Vegas eating lined paper and scare people for a living with my brilliant talent of hallucinating. Joy! How can my life get any worse?

"Lottie, is that you!" said a voice behind me. A teacher's voice. Dammit! You would think I would have watched enough adventure movies to know you shouldn't tempt fate! I turned around to see Mr Brunner wheeling himself towards me in his wheel chair at amazing speed his tartan blanket almost flying off his lap. He was looking exhausted.

"Yes...?"

"You need to go and wait at the entrance to the Sports Hall for Percy, Grover and Annabeth. There's someone here that wants to hurt you but don't worry, I'm getting help, just sit tight and be alert." He answered still on the move. He seemed serious, had he gone crazy? I mean he was starting to frighten me. Who would want to hurt me? Of all the people in the world me!

"Sir are ok? Who wants to hurt me? What has Percy got to do with this? You're scaring me!" I replied resisting the urge to run away.

"Listen Lottie, just tell them that I'm getting help because that there is only one at the moment but there will be more!" he shouted behind him already turning the corner. Ok... that was weird. I decided to go to the the Hall of torture since anything was better than facing the wrath of Mrs Reiner and besides, they could tell me who snuck magic mushrooms into Mr Brunner's lunch.

After a while of staring at the array of sweets for sale in wonder and longing I heard hurried tones and the thud of running feet. It was Annabeth closely followed by Grover and Percy.

"Percy, what's happening? I think Mr B's either high or crazy!" I said hoping that Percy would have a sane explanation. He didn't.

"Lottie, you're alive!" he said disbelievingly. I didn't like that sentence one bit. "Ok that helps things. Did you say you've seen Mr Brunner?" he continued, taking a ballpoint out of his pocket.

"Percy, you're scaring her! She doesn't know what's happening remember" Grover said. He was right, I was on the verge of crying but I managed to mutter:

"Thanks for that Grover. Yeh I've seen him, he said freaky stuff about someone murdering me and getting help and believe me, he needs it!" I was still hoping someone would start laughing and shout: 'Slightly Late April Fools!' But so far I've had no such luck.

"Percy we need to get moving. If Chiron has gone to get help things must be bad. We need to get the front of school and wait! Annabeth said urgently.

"Before we get eaten..." Grover continued.

"Ok I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that or meet you and get on with my life. Cheerio!" I said as I turned and ran towards reception. I reached the polished desk and looked up. There towering above me was the receptionist. I let out a piercing scream.

You may think I overreacted but receptionists are specially trained to make snide remarks and be nasty to kids. Oh...I forgot to mention this receptionist had a tail, a snake tail. Oh shit.

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