Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

A/N: Harry has ADHD, although it is not mentioned in the chapter.

It was the last day of school before Winter Break at Weisemer Boarding School in Baltimore, Maryland. Todd Greenbank walked down the hallway to his first period class, world history. Todd had sandy hair and was wearing a red hoodie and blue jeans. Harry Sammerson, the school bully, stormed down the hallway, pushing kids out of the way as he walked to his first period class, also world history. Harry was wearing a white T-shirt, a leather jacket the same shade of black as his hair, and blue jeans. Heather Brightly hurried down the hallway to her first period class, which was, coincidentally, world history. Heather was an average height seventh grader with braces who was wearing a yellow jacket and blue jeans from a popular store at the mall.

As Todd walked down the hall, Harry grabbed his shoulders and shoved him up against the wall. "Get out of my way, punk!" He shouted at Todd. Just then, Heather hurried down the hall, which seemed to distract Harry's attention away from his current victim. "Hey Heather," Harry said, "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Heather, who was annoyed that Harry had yet again found her after she had been attempting to avoid him, replied, "Harry, how many times have you asked that?"

"Um… about 48," he said.

"About 16 times when you pinned me against the wall," Todd muttered.

"What did you say?" demanded Harry as he lifted Todd up off the ground.

"Nothing!" Todd gasped, giving his convincing "I'm-innocent-so-leave-me-alone smile" as soon as Harry put him down.

"Well, Harry," Heather continued, "Why would I answer differently this time?"

"Because you could have had a change of heart," Harry said, pathetically.

Heather walked away, rolling her eyes.

"I think I'll go now," Todd said as he escaped to class.

Harry continued shoving more kids toward the walls as he made his way to class.

As the students entered their class, their teacher, Ms. Straughn, droned on about the Crusades, and handed out worksheets. Heather and Todd, who both had dyslexia, barely paid any attention (which the doctor said was part of ADHD) and stared at their worksheets meaninglessly. Meanwhile, Harry shot spitballs at Gregory Young, a kid with a slight limp, who was Harry's number one bullying target.

"Can anyone answer number one for me?" Ms. Straughn asked. "Mr.Greenbank, how about you?"

Todd shook his head. "I can't read it very clearly," he replied.

"Ms. Brightly?" the teacher asked.

"Same reason," she said.

Ms. Straughn continued, "Mr. Sammerson, how—"

"Yes?" Harry lifted his head up as soon as he heard his name, shooting a spitball at the teacher's beehive hairdo.

"Detention!" the teacher announced.

"Ha!" Todd shouted at Harry, and accidentally lost his grip on his pencil, which also landed right in the teacher's monstrous hair.

"The same for you, Mr. Greenback," Mrs. Straughn said sternly, getting out the detention slips from her desk.

"They-they were just accidents," Gregory stammered out, trying to protect the two.

"Yeah you can't give somebody detention for that," Heather protested.

"You two, detention," the distraught Ms. Straughn shouted. "All four of you, in my room, after school immediately!"

As the bell rang for second period, the rest of the class rushed out of the door while Heather and Gregory took their time gathering their school supplies. As they left, they heard their teacher mumble something about how she hated kids with dyslexia and ADHD.

"You know," Heather mentioned to Gregory as they walked down the hall, "sometimes Ms. Straughn just doesn't seem human."

"You are right about that," Gregory said. But the way he said it was odd, it was different from his usual tone. It seemed very serious.

Heather slipped into the girl's bathroom, alone with her thoughts. That was probably nothing. And besides, this detention might not be so bad.

She was wrong about that. Very wrong.