I'm back with another clichéd story of Olympic proportions (hehe). This time it's high-school. I wrote this on November 22, 2010. No demigods. Review.
Chapter 1: First Glance
RING! RING!
Crap! I'm gonna be late for the first day of school.
I got dressed and ran downstairs. I grabbed a cereal box. Hmmm… Dry Resse's Puffs. I ran out the garage door, where I grabbed my skate board.
After I set off I started eating my cereal. One I was done, I put it in my backpack. Guess that's lunch for today…
I got to school with five minutes until homeroom. I ran to the priciple's office and grabbed my schedule. I guess we got a new principal this year. He said call him Mr. D.
I was sprinted right to homeroom. When I got there, I opened the door. I let out a sigh of relief because the teacher wasn't there.
I looked over and found myself locked into a glance with a girl with stormy gray eyes.
We looked away when the teacher opened the door. "Percy Jackson! I need you to show the transfer student around the school. You will be excuse," she said as she pointed at the girl with stormy gray eyes.
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