This is my second PTO story. NO flames please! It's Told from Clarisse's P.O.V. and it's HER story on how she got claimed. NOT A ONE-SHOT!

Disclaimer: I do not own Clarisse. I do, however, own Ms. Maz. Anyway, PLEEEAAAASSSEEEE R&R!!!!! CLICK THE LITTLE GREEN BUTTON ON THE BOTTOM! If you do... You'll get....

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VIRTUAL POTATO!!!!!!!

OH YEAH!!! POTATO! I MEAN, WHO DOESN'T WANT A POTATO! IT'S A POTATO! Anyhoo... ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!

"Clarisse La Rue?" Ms. Maz asked.

"Here." I relied. It was only five minutes into first period and I was already bored. Ms. Maz finished up attendance, and started drawing funny looking symbols on the board. Something like; π= something something. My stupid Dyslexia was acting up, AGAIN. Ms. Maz was going on and on about, "The quantity of Einstien's logic proved that the Mathmatical quotient was equal to..." I wasn't really paying attention. I zoned out and started thinking about random things. Before I realized it, I was asleep.

Dream:

I saw red. All red. I saw myself holding up a spear, fighting a boy with green eyes and brown hair so dark it was almost black. He was fighting me with a gleaming bronze sword. I saw only red, my only goal to destroy this boy.

"Clarisse! Stop!" Unknown people called behind me.

"Percy? What kind of name is that, Punk?" I hissed. Percy? I thought. Who's Percy?

I slashed out with my spear and knocked away his sword. I pushed him into a creek and he fell into the water with a splash. His cuts that I apparently gave him made the water turn red as it washed the blood away. I stared at him with a proud feeling building up. I sneered at him and turned toward the people behind me. A crowd of people with various weapons met my gaze. I lifted my spear in victory, but they did not cheer with me. Their attention was on the boy-Percy. I whipped around gasped. Above his head was a-

"Clarisse. I'm happy that you caught your sleep, but next time, try not to fall asleep in my class." Ms. Maz said in a sophisticated tone, jolting me awake.

"Yes Ms. Maz." I said miserably and still groggy. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just try not to do it again." She said, but her gaze softened.

I nodded and the bell rang. I gathered up my stuff and was about to walk out the door when Ms. Maz asked me to stay.

"Yes?" I asked her when everyone left.

"Clarisse, Is anything wrong?" Ms. Maz asked carefully. She had good reason to. I was known for my short temper.

"No. Just-"

"Just what?"

"You wouldn't believe me." I sighed.

"Sure I would. C'mon." She begged.

"No. I'm sorry Ms. Maz, but I don't think I'm supposed to tell anyone. I'll be put in a mental house for sure."

"Well, if you won't tell me, take this. Only use it if you need it." She said and handed me one of those plastic bubble ball things you get from those machines at supermarkets or cheesy diners. Inside was a dark blue rubber bracelet.

"Open it." Ms. Maz commanded.

I dropped it on the floor and stepped on it until it cracked. I took the band out and picked it up. I expected it to say something like, ANIMAL ABUSE IS WRONG, or, CURE DIABETES, but instead it said my name on it in simple print.

"What-" I started to say, but was interuppted.

"Click the button on it when you need help." was all she said. "Now get to class. You're late as it is."

I followed her instructions and walked outside. What the heck was that all about? I thought as I ran to Chemistry.