A/N: this is my first story and I'm just writing exactly what happened in the first Heroes of Olympus book, but gender bent. I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters or Heroes of Olympus characters. All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Everybody will be the opposite gender, except coach hedge and any other satyr, because satyrs are only guys. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Jane
Even before she got electrocuted, Jane was having a bad day. She woke up in the back seat of a school bus, not sure where she was, holding hands with a guy she didn't know. That wasn't necessarily the rotten part. The guy was cute, but she couldn't figure out who he was or what she was doing there. She sat up and rubbed her eyes,trying to think. A few dozen kids sprawled in the seats in front of her, listening to IPods, talking, or sleeping. They all looked around her age...fifteen? Sixteeen? Okay, that was scary. She didn't know her own age.
The bus rumbled along a bumpy road. Out the windows, desert rolled by under a bright blue sky. Jane was pretty sure she didn't live in the desert. She tried to think back…the last thing she remembered…
The guy squeezed her hand. "Jane, you okay?"
He wore faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. His chocolate brown hair was cut choppy and uneven, with blond highlights on the sides. He wore no elaborate clothes like he was trying not to draw attention to himself, but it didn't work. He was seriously handsome. His eyes seemed to change color like a kaleidoscope-brown, blue, and green. Jane let go of his hand. "I'm, I don't-" In the front of the bus a teacher shouted "All right cupcakes, listen up!"
The guy was obviously a coach. His baseball cap was pulled low over his hair, so you could just see his beady eyes. He had a wispy goatee and a sour face, like he'd eaten something moldy. His buff arms and chest pushed against a bright orange polo shirt. His nylon workout pants and Nikes were spotless white. A whistle hung from his neck, and a megaphone was clipped to his belt. He would've looked pretty scary if he hadn't been five feet zero. When he stood up in the aisle, one of the students called "Stand up, Coach Hedge!"
"I heard that!" The coach scanned the bus for the offender. Then his eyes fixed on Jane and his scowl deepened.
A jolt went down Jane's spine. She was sure the coach knew she didn't belong there. He was gonna call Jane out, demand to know what she was doing on the bus- and Jane wouldn't have a clue what to say. But Coach Hedge looked away and cleared his throat.
"We'll arrive in five minutes! Stay with your partner. Don't loose your worksheet. And if any of you precious little cupcakes cause any trouble on this trip, I will personally send you back to campus the hard way."
He picked up a baseball bat and made like he was hitting a homer. Jane looked at the guy next to her.
"Can he talk to us that way?" He shrugged. "Always does. This is the Wilderness School. 'Where kids are the animals'" He said it like a joke they'd shared before.
"This is some kind of mistake." Jane said. "I'm not supposed to be here."
The girl in front of her turned and laughed. "Yeah, right, Jane. We've all been framed! I didn't run away six times. Peter didn't steel a BMW." The boy blushed and scowled.
"I didn't steel that car, Lee!"
"Oh, I forgot, Peter. What was your story? You 'talked' the dealer into lending it to you?" She raised her eyebrows at Jane like, Can you believe him? Lee looked like a Latina Santa's elf, with curly black hair, pointy ears, a cheerful, babyish face, and a mischievous smile that told you right away that this girl should not be trusted around matches or sharp objects. Her long, nimble fingers wouldn't stop moving- drumming on the seat, sweeping her hair behind her ears, fiddling with the buttons of her army fatigue jacket. Either the kid was natura hyper or she was hopped up on enough auger and caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo.
"Anyway," Lee said, "I hope you've got your worksheet, 'cause I used mine for spit wads days ago. Why are you looking at me like that? Somebody draw on my face again?"
"I don't know you," Jane said. Lee gave her a crocodile grin.
"Sure. I'm not your best friend. I'm her evil clone." "Lee Valdez!" Coach Hedge yelled from the front. "Problem back there?" Lee winked at Jane.
"Watch this." She turned to the front. "Sorry, Coach! I was having trouble hearing you. Could you use your megaphone, pLeese?" Coach Hedge grunted like he was pLeesed to have an excuse. He unclipped the megaphone from his belt and continued giving directions, but his voice came out like Darth Vader's. The kids cracked up. The coach tried again, but this time the megaphone blared: "The cow says moo!"
The kids howled, and the coach slammed down the megaphone. "Valdez!" Peter stifled a laugh. "My god, Lee. How did you do that?" Lee slipped a tiny Phillips head screwdriver from her sleeve. "I'm a special girl." "Guys, seriously." Jane pLeeded. "What am I doing here? Where are we going?"
Peter knit his eyebrows.
"Jane, are you joking?"
"No! I have no idea-" "Aw, yeah, she's joking," Lee said. "She's trying to get back at me for that shaving cream on the Jell-O thing, aren't you?"
Jane stared at her blankly.
"No, I think she's serious." Peter tried to take her hand again, but she pulled it away. "I'm sorry," she said. "I don't- I can't-"
"That's it!" Coach Hedge yelled from the front. "The back row has just volunteered to cLeen up after lunch!" The rest of the kids cheered. "There's a shocker," Lee muttered. But Peter kept his eyes on Jane, like he couldn't decide whether to be hurt or worried. "Did you hit your head or something? You really don't know who we are?" Jane shrugged helplessly.
"It's worse than that. I don't know who I am."
A/N
Ok guys so chapter one of the book is pretty long so I think I'm gonna split it up into four of these chapters so that the chapter isn't too long. Please review if you don't mind!!