Okay, so this is a rewrite, because I'm pessimistic and I want to improve on my character, Tristan. Anyway I hope you enjoy.
Misadventures of Yancy Academy
Chapter one: First Meetings
Percy's POV
First days of school where always the worst. You don't have any friends, People try to size you up and put you into groups. And you have no reputation to back you up. But this was Yancy Academy. School for the misfits and the troubled. So everyone had a bad reputation.
I was walking down a hallway looking for the dorm I would be staying for the rest of the year. Not the rest of my school years in middle school, mind you. You see every school I've been to so far I have manage to mess something up and get kicked out. It's not like I meant for these things to happen. They just do.
When I finally found the right room number I knocked just in case my dorm mate was already there. The door opened to reveal a kid who looked like he was suppose to be in high school. Not in the 6th grade. He had copper, curly hair that looked like a bird's nest, covered by a rasta hat and scraggly goatee on his chin. The boy looked at me wide eyed for a moment. Then seemed to shake out of it and say "Hello you must be my roommate. My name is Grover Underwood." He stuck out his hand. I took his hand in my own and shook. "Percy Jackson." I replied.
"Oh! Would you like to come in?" Grover asked. I nodded my head. He stepped out of the way to make room. All the sudden a loud THUMP came from the dorm next to us. Grover and I looked at each other with confused expressions. Then came another THUMP.
Slowly I placed down my bags with all my clothes, toiletries, and other important stuff onto the floor and walked over to the dorm next to ours. I raised my hand to knock at the door, but before my hand could touch the door, it quickly swung open.
A mob of black hair pocked out, nearly bumping into my chest. Luckily I jumped back before it could touch me. The head looked right and left, seemingly looking for something. Then the person mumbled to themselves "I hope there isn't any hall monitor or else I would be in deep." They turned on their heels clapping their hands in satisfaction. "I wonder where I put that hammer?"
Before the person could close their door I cleared my throat, making my presence known. The person turned around, bright amber eyes meeting my sea green ones. "Why, hello there. Can I help you? You're not the hall monitor are you?" they asked cocking their head to the side.
"Ummm. No. I'm in the room next door. Anyway, way my roommate and I where wondering what that thumping sound was." I said awkwardly.
"Oh that. It's a small project I'm working on. You know, to keep all the monsters out and all that good stuff. Nothing to worry about." They replied. That answer only managed to create more questions in my head.
The person had a light voice, but some how had a rough edge to it. Short, messy black hair, much like mine, framed a round pale face with amber eyes. This person was one of the people who was hard to tell if it was a bot or a girl. Seeing as how we where in the boy's side of the dormitory, he was most likely a guy.
"The name's Tristan. Tristan Castellan." The boy said.
"Percy Jackson" I said, still kind of in a daze from the strange answer. "Well now that we're all acquainted I should probably get back to my things. Bye-bye." He said. Without another word the boy ducked back into his room. Leaving me in the hallway, more confused than before I asked.
I turned to Grover, who seemed to be frozen. I then asked "What the heck just happened?"
I only got a shrug in response. I couldn't help but think to myself 'This is going to be a long year'. Walking back to my door I heard a creak behind me. I spun around, only to have something to be thrown in my face. "If you keep that under your bed that should keep the nightmares from coming." A voice said from behind me. I stared down at the parcel. It was small lavender colored pouch with golden string tying the top off.
Being the ADHD prone kid I was I slid the string off and took a peek inside. The pouch contained three smooth, round stones, all about the size of a dime. Each stone was colored a creamy white.
After tying the pouch back up I continued to walk back to my door. Grover looked up at me then back at the door. Then back at me, then to the door again. I just shrugged.
I spent the rest of the day storing my things in closets and getting to know Grover. We had no more interruptions from the strange boy living right next to us. When one of the staff claimed that it was time for lights out Grover and I crawled into our beds.
I know what you are thinking. Did I put the lavender pouch under the bed? Well seeing as how I'm not superstitious I didn't, but I still kept it. Currently it's sitting on the desk, waiting to be useful.
As I drifted off to sleep I couldn't help but wonder what this school had in store for me.
