My head bobbed from side to side, forwards and backwards, as the smelly old school bus drove along, hitting potholes on the damaged road. The beauteous sounds of The Raconteurs blasted through my headphones as I tried my best to ignore the other kids surrounding me. A curly blond haired boy was throwing goldfish crackers at the guy across the aisle from him. A girl with stick straight black hair was threatening to punch another kid in the face. None of this was much of a surprise, seeing as I went to a special needs boarding school. I knew I didn't belong here, but there wasn't much of a choice anymore.

My mom sent me to Wintervalley School for the Intellectually Disabled halfway through the year. I have ADHD, and I've been kicked out of every school I've ever been enrolled in. I can't be home schooled, either, because Mom is hardly ever home. It sucks, but it is what it it.

Why was I kicked out of every school I've been in? I guess trouble just seems to follow me. There's a lot of Life-Or-Death situations, but hey, at least my life is exciting.

An example? Well, for starters, in Third Grade we were out on the playground and the teacher wasn't paying much attention, and I Judo Flipped a kid off of the top of the monkey bars. He ended up with A broken arm, and I wasn't welcomed back. The weird thing is, I had never taken any martial arts classes. It was just an instinct. The kid had made fun of me the entire year, and I had gotten sick of it.

Another time, in sixth grade, we went on a field trip to the planetarium, and I corrected the tour guide so many times that she gave up and let me give the presentation, and I expelled for being too sassy. I don't understand how sass could be punishable, but you know, to each his own. Apparently I "Ruined the reputation of the school," Whatever that means.

Anyway, back to the bus. My best and only friend Damian Shade sat next to me, looking rather anxious. Whenever we went on big field trips like the one we were on, he always got really nervous. I never thought to ask why.

We were on our way to the Bronx Zoo, a field trip that all the kids took in their sophomore year. We were actually almost there.

When we arrived at the Bronx Zoo, we split off into our groups and went through the gates. My group chaperone was my English teacher, Mrs. Pace. She almost always had me after class for detention, and half of the time she didn't tell me what I did wrong.

We walked through the zoo, checking out the lions, tigers and bears (Oh my!). Damian's eyes darted around the zoo nervously. The other kids in our group were busy pushing each other around and daring each other to jump in the exhibits and whatnot. You would think that Mrs. Pace would yell at them, but all she did was glare at me.

As we walked through the Gorilla exhibit, I leaned towards Damian.

"Is it just me, or is Pace watching me?"

"She's watching you. She freaks me out, Jules."

Oh, I never told you my name, did I? I'm Juliet Sirius. I'm fifteen going on sixteen; My birthday is in July.

After the gorilla exhibit, all the kids started making their way to the Cafe. Damian and I started to follow, when Mrs. Pace grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" She snarled tightly. Her fake blond hair and botoxed face made her look three times as scary, as if I wasn't terrified enough.

"I was just gonna go eat lunch with the other kids. 'Cause, you know, it's lunch time." I said, looking up at her innocently. The sun was blazing overhead, but it didn't bother me. I was completely comfortable with the warmth.

" You're not going anywhere. Come with me." She yanked my arm towards an empty pavilion, secluded from the rest of the zoo. Damian tried to follow, but Mrs. Pace barked at him to go to the cafe.

When we got to the pavilion, I scratched the back of my neck nervously.

"Um, Miss? What are we doing here?"

" I've dealt with you since you got here, sun child. I'm much too tired, and much. Too. Hungry." She snarled, and in the blink of an eye she had snakes for hair. I backed up a few paces, my eyes as wide as moons.

"What the-" Mrs. Pace pounced at me, and I took a quick glance at my surroundings.

"Concentrate. Focus on the light." I heard a voice in my head say. I always heard that voice talk to me in situations like this. A reflection of light was bouncing off a metallic table top. I concentrated as best I could with my hands shaking, and before Mrs. Pace caught up to me, a ray of light hit her eyes and knocked her down. I closed my eyes again, and heard Damian yelp.

"Juliet? Where-" I ran over to him and put a hand over his mouth.

"How are you-" He mumbled, turning to look at me wide-eyed.

"Shh! I'm buying time." I took my hand off of him and looked at Mrs. Pace, who was starting to stand up. Damian hissed my name.

I looked at him, and became visible again so he could see me. He tossed a bow and arrow to me, and instinctively, I loaded it and shot one of the bronze arrows at my teacher. She turned into dust on the spot.

"We need to go. Now." Damian said, grabbing my arm. Together, we ran through the zoo, and we ended up near the bathrooms.

"First of all, how did you become invisible?" Damian demanded, looking at me sternly.

"I don't know, it happens when I'm scared." I replied.

"Okay, this is a lot worst than I thought," Damian said, pushing the button for the water fountain.

"Is this really the right time for a drink?!" I asked, looking at my friend incredulously.

"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Chiron, Camp Half Blood."

"Who's Chiron? What is Camp Half Blood?" I asked, my eyes still wide.

An image appeared in the fountain. It showed a guy, maybe in his thirties, in a wheelchair. He was sitting at a table on a porch playing a game of cards with another older guy.

"Chiron!" Damian exclaimed, "We have a problem."

"What? Oh, hello, Damian. What seems to be the issue?"

"The monsters found Juliet. We ran into a Gorgon - Stheno. We need to get to camp pronto."

"Summon the Grey Sisters," Chiron said, " They'll get you here fast."

"On it, sir. What about her mom?"

"I'll give her a call, letting her know where Juliet is."

"He knows my Mom?" I exclaimed, and Damian flicked his hand through the image.

"I'll explain in the car. Come on."