Percy sat in his class room, chewing on his pencil.
He could easily summarize Social Studies in one word: boring.
Seriously. Percy was so bored he was half-wishing Mrs. Dodds would come pay him a visit. Or something.
"...And what does surplus mean?" requested Percy's teacher, Mrs. Hamilbishop. Percy didn't bother to make a move to raise his hand. Another kid, one from the football team raised his hand. Percy recognized him as Jack.
"Walmart...?" he guessed, making everyone laugh at him. Jack turned around, a goofy grin on his face, and bowed. Percy sighed dramatically before throwing a pencil at Jack's head.
"GO HOME TERRORIST!"
A/N: My try at a oneshot, ILoveBem style. Yes, it's an inside joke.