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Azalea glanced at the clock, being bored out of her mind. She looked at the corner of her eyes, seeing her crush talking to his friends. Her eyes softened, sighing very pensively. It was too lovely. She drew on her desk, imagining him as the hero of her imagination. All of the girls squealed over him as he gives them many winks. Azalea knew she can't compete with those girls. Besides, with a face like hers', she knew he'll hate her. Unlike everyone in her class, she's the most to get picked on because all the things she likes. Azalea loves to draw in any different styles and she even loves to read comics. She's mostly a big fan of DC and Marvel comics, but she does watched anime sometimes.
"Hey stop staring!" a girl shouted.
Azalea blinked a few times. She realized she was staring at her crush's direction. Narrowing her eyes, she blushed a bit. Her heart raced like a hurricane. She wished she didn't stare at him that long.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..." Azalea hesitated.
"You're so creepy!" another girl said. "Go away emo!"
Azalea tightened her fists. "I'm not an emo!"
The girl smirked. "Oh, sorry, nerd!"
Everyone in class laughed, except for a few people. Azalea's crushed laughed along with them, giving her a decent smirked. Azalea smiled to herself painfully. She knew it was too good to be true. Then the principal came into the room. Everyone became silent as they went back to their seat. The teacher wasn't back yet because he had to get some worksheets for Greek Mythology. Truthfully, this class was the only one that doesn't make me fall to sleep. The stories are intriguing and adventurous. Azalea doesn't like some of the goddess like crazy Hera, but she does like Poseidon, Hephaestus, Zeus, and Demeter.
"Azalea Tessera?" The principal called.
"Here!" Azalea raised her hand.
"Come." He said.
Everyone in class made an oohing sound as if she was in trouble. She wanted to shove a piece of brick into their faces. If they say one more word, Azalea make sure they'll never see daylight again. She was about to walk out of the door, but then Azalea felt someone pulling onto my jacket. Glimpsing down, seeing the new kid in her class. She forgot what his name was, but everyone called him emo. He had black hair, pale skin, and a cold expression. He came here a month ago, but Azalea barely knows he's here because he's so quiet all the time.
"What?" Azalea demanded.
"Nothing." He grunted.
Azalea frowned a bit. "Okay..."
She strolled out of the door, following the principal. When they got to his office. She sat down at the chair, stuffing her hands into her pocket. The principal gazed at the window, looking at the empty parking lot.
"Do you know why you're here?" He asked.
"No, did I do something wrong?" Azalea answered.
"Let's just say...you're someone we want." He smirked.
Before Azalea could say anything, the principal's skin turned into grey. Azalea bolted out of her seat being very alarmed. The principal's skin is turning darker and wavy as it resembled to the midnight sky. His pale eyes turned to the color of cherry stains as his whole body cloaked with the shadows around him. He looked like a large shadow. A cold chilly breeze swooshed through the room like a cold graveyard. Azalea backed away nervously. She must be going crazy. This must be a prank from the other students. However, it seemed so real!
"Let me rip you!" He snarled.
Azalea hurriedly to the door, but it was locked. She cursed to herself. She wished she had her lighter with her, but it got confiscated by one of her teachers. Sometimes, high school sucks! The shadow swiped at her, causing her to fell against the metal cabinets. Azalea groaned, seeing her blue jacket turning into a dark purple color. She grinded her teeth, breathing heavily as the stinging fresh wound sores her arm. Looking around, Azalea tried to see if there's any escape routes, but the only thing that's available is a window. With a grunt, she charged towards the window. The shadow came at her, but Azalea threw a chair at him, but the chair went through him like a ghost.
"You've got to be kidding me!" She snapped.
Azalea tear down the blinds, opening the window. It was a long way down, maybe like two stories or three. She wasn't sure, but there might be a fifty-fifty chance she'll survive the fall. She looked back, seeing the a claw coming at her. Azalea yelped, leaning backwards as she fell. She gasped, trying to grab something, but her hands were only grasping the lifeless air. She screamed, slamming into many branches that softened her fall. She plummet to the ground. She rubbed her back, feeling the soring pain. Quickly, she jolted behind the tree. Azalea winced in pain, wondering if she should use it now. she hasn't use it in front of people or monster things, but since this could be a life or death situation she has no choice.
Suddenly, the shadow was right in front of her. Azalea gasped, but the shadow grabbed her elbow. His ghostly hand caused her jacket to sizzled. She fsense the irritating burning entering her skin. She bowed her head, knowing no one will save her. She's just a person who you want to vanished from your sight. Out of nowhere, a sword went through the shadow as it evaporated into dusk. Azalea looked up, seeing her teacher, Mr. Brunner.
"Mr. Brunner?" Azalea questioned. "Where did you get that sword?"
My teacher raised an eyebrow, wondering about my excited question. "Are you alright?"
Azalea nodded. "Yeah, just a bit hurt, but I'm fine."
She showed him her wound. It didn't look too deep, but it seemed to be bleeding freely. Mr. Brunner sighed with relieved. He took out a small yellow square candy from his pocket. "Eat this."
Azalea took the small candy, popping it into her mouth. The candy tasted like warm gooey homemade brownies. Then she realized something. Mr. Brunner has a horse body. Azalea rubbed her eyes, still wondering if she's going insane. This is getting weird because Mr. Brunner has a wheelchair, not a horse body.
"I think I should go to the nurse." She said. "I think this candy is giving some side effects."
When she turned to leave, there was a golden chariot in front of the building. Azalea blinked a few times. She slapped herself, trying to see if this is all a dream. In the chariot were four boys and one girl. One had curly black hair and cheeky brown eyes, the other blonde hair and blue eyes, the third black hair and green eyes, while the last one was the new student in her class. The girl had earthy brown hair and green eyes. Carrying the chariot were metal horses, which was well designed.
"That's it, I'm going nuts!" Azalea shouted.
Mr. Brunner walked up to Azalea, patting her shoulder. "You're not crazy, Azalea, these are people like you."
"You mean they're in the IEP program?" She asked.
Mr. Brunner shook his head. "No, but it's hard to explain. Just go into the chariot and my students will explain everything."
"What about you?" Azalea frowned. "I can't ditch school again! Gran would ground me for a month!"
"Don't worry, Azalea!" Mr. Brunner assured me. "Your grandmother knew this day will come."
Azalea sputtered trying to figure out what Mr. Brunner was saying. What does he mean her grandmother already knew? What the heck is he talking about. She wished people would just tell her what's going on for once! She hesitantly got into the chariot. All the boys and girl stared at her as if she'd done something wrong.
"A good thing Nico called us." the green eyes boy smiled. "By the way, I'm Percy."
"Who's Nico?" Azalea questioned.
"Really?" The new student asked. "I've been only here for a month and you still don't know my name?!"
"Uh...sorry?" Azalea apologized with confusion.
"Don't mind him." The blonde boy chuckled. "Nico is always like this. I'm Jason and these other two is Leo and Katie."
Azalea nodded. She's not very good with names, but she's good at remembering faces. It takes her like a month to memorize someone's name, even though it always annoys them. Sometimes she wished she has good memory so that way she won't get straight D's on her report card. Her Gran hates it when she comes home a grade lower than a C.
"So where are we going?" Azalea asked.
"Camp Half-Blood!" Percy answered proudly.
"Camp what?" Azalea exclaimed.
"Weren't you listening?" Nico snapped rudely. "We're taking you to Camp Half-Blood. A place only for demigods."
Azalea gasped. She felt like she wanted to vomit. As the chariot started to fly into the sky, Azalea could hardly breathe. What this guy, Nico said that...that...she's a demigod? Meaning she's...she's.. half human?