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Percy POV

I snapped my eyes open, slamming the bloody annoying alarm off, the one next to my lamp. I tried focusing my eyes, trying to read the time, but flashes of my dreams replayed over and over again, reminding me of something I couldn't have. For all I know, she's just another girl that I wouldn't see again. I tried again, thinking of that logic and I managed to read the time before my vision became blurry again. 6:05 am.

I groaned, burying my face into my hands. No matter how hard I try, her charming laugh still rung in my ears, and her eyes had scarred me in the back of my mind;I haven't decided if that was a good or bad thing yet. "I'm loosing it." I whispered to the walls, knowing that they wouldn't answer back.

I never lost my cool, in front of anyone, especially in front of a girl who was roughly five years younger than me. But it was just something about her... something I couldn't put my finger on. I hated feeling weak. I hated not feeling control. And who is this insignificant girl to make me feel this way?

Standing up from my bed, I winced as I heard it creek, and sleepily made my way over to the mirror. I see a pale green-eyed boy, exhausted from what the world has thrown at him. His dark hair was thrown effortlessly over his eyes, but even a zombie had more life than the boy did. What little light was ever there had vanished, replaced with a cold and dark aura.

Strapping on my red velvet tie, I sighed and straightened it to align with my chin, putting on my suit for my first day of being a teacher at Goode High. This school was strict, from what I had heard, but the pay was extraordinary, and that was worth any stress that I could have. It was the only way I could pay for my apartment I have been staying in ever since the incident with my Mother...

I shoved that though aside, knowing that if I hadn't, I'd probably crash the car on the way to the school. I combed my hair so that it was messy, but fixed it in a way so that it looked formal enough to work at such a 'high class' school. I hurried down the stairs, grabbing my suit case that had the schools logo on the front, and looked through the handbooks and papers for the first day while shoving a granola bar down my throat.

It was pretty basic stuff, until my eyes scanned over a certain paragraph in the back. I read it out loud, trying to soak all the information in.

"You shall not have any relationship with any one of your student in any way-mentally or physically-excluding tutoring, extra help, etc. This will not only result in the basic penalty, but also may conclude in a consultation with the local police."

I scoffed, slamming the handbook close. A relationship with a bratty teenager? Yeah, I think I'm good. I thought to myself, fighting the urge to laugh out loud with no one home. Shaking my head, I grabbed my tight leather coat, locking the door on the way out and headed over to my large red convertible.

I turned on the radio, wincing when I heard the lyrics of the song.

And it feels like I am just too close to love you.
There is nothing I can really say... I can lie no more.
I can't hide no more, got to be true to myself.
And it feels like I am just too close to love you.
So I'll be on my way.

Slamming it off, I shifted in my seat, getting a little more paranoid with every mile that I drove. This was going to be a long day.


Annabeth POV

As I walked down the large, marble hallways of Goode High, I cringed at the ominous sound of my new white sneakers squeak as they hit the floor. The school was a lot larger than I expected it to be-all three buildings are linked together, the roads intertwined like a complicated labyrinth. The main building, which I was in right now was three stories high, one for each grade level. The other two were for the lowest levels, and only one floor each.

I rode the sleek, metal elevator up to the highest floor staring at my reflection. Truthfully, I looked too preppy for my taste, but I had to go with the school uniform. I was wearing a completely grey skirt, which came up to my thighs, lined with green lace at the bottom, the two colors of the school. It came with a small shirt that only came up to my belly button, but they gave a small undershirt to go underneath it.

It also came with a pair of leaden colored socks, going up to half of my shin, and of course the annoying white sneakers. Lastly, it came with an opitional woolen jacket for the winter time that hugged tightly against my body. It was almost freaky how everything here matched my eyes, but that wouldn't actually be a correct statement. This grey was light, optimistic and inviting. My eyes are stormy, torn. They are lifeless, almost intimidating.

My hair was being impossible today, so I pulled it up, the only downside being that I had to tie it with a green ribbon...Gotta love magnet schools. I felt eyes wandering around the room, some passing me, some shooting daggers in my back. I held back a terrified whimper, pressing down and smoothing out my skirt. It was a little too short for my liking, but I wasn't going to complain. The last school uniform I wore had a skirt that touched the damn ground.

Soon, the elevator's bell rung, and the steel doors opened slowly... to chaos. It was like entering a bee hive-people were swarming to get to their first class of the day. I steered over to my locker, looking down the whole while. Why could I feel people staring at me? Had I done something wrong?

I slowly fumbled with the lock, turning it with trembling hands. "32...10...30." I mumbled to myself, then looked around to see if anyone saw me. I didn't need to be deemed 'the crazy girl who talks to herself' on the first day of school. Exchanging my small purse for my Language Arts and Social Studies book, I headed to home room, trying to memorize the map of the school.

I walked into Mrs. Dodds classroom, my home room and Language Arts teacher. There were rumors that she was downright evil. Others thinks that she's just strict. But there was a fact that they all agreed on. She picked favorites. And those who were favorites were safe. Others...not so much. I flashed her a hello smile, but she just watched me, her harpy-like eyes stalked my every move. I shuddered, putting down my books and looking up at the board as the alarming bell rang for us to start first period.

Mrs. Dodds wrote her name across the board, bigger than it need to be, and began to speak. "I'm Mrs. Dodds," Her raspy, animal-like voice began, "ONLY Mrs. Dodds. I'm not 'Mrs.D', 'D-Dog', or 'Harpy'. I am your teacher. Not your friends. Understood?" When no one answered, she asked harsher. "Understood?" She hissed.

"Yes, Mrs. Dodds." We replied in unison.

One by one, she counted out loud, passing out folders for everyone. "One, two, three...". I made a face, rolling my eyes. Oh, wow. She can count!

"We are going to begin this unit by all naming what we want to be. You." She pointed to me, her beady eyes scanning my face, laughing at my terrorized expression. "Go first."

I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice as I stood up. "An architect." I told her, playing with my thumbs.

She gave me an approving look. "Wise choice. Sit." She demanded. I plopped down in my chair, sinking as far as it would let me. My cheeks burned as I felt the eyes of my classmates leave me one by one.

She picked the next victim-I mean-student. "You. Stand." It was my best friend Thalia. She rolled her electric blue eyes, standing up and sighing overdramatically.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" She asked again.

Thalia looked at me, gave me a wink, and turned back to Mrs. Dodds. "What's it to ya?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. I could have facepalmed. The class busted out in quiet laughter, but was silenced when Mrs. Dodds hissed at them. She actually hissed.

"Answer the question."

Thalia again sighed, giving her a bored look. "You wanna know what I wanna be?"

"That's what I asked, yes." Mrs. Dodds said, exasperated.

"A unicorn." She stated bluntly.

The class went quiet. Dead quiet. My mouth dropped open and I swear I could have facepalmed. Of all the times she chooses to turn on her overdramatic bitch mode-that I love so much-she chooses now.

"WHY?!" Mrs. Dodds asked, bewildered. "Why in the world would you want to be a unicorn?" She spat.

Thalia sneaked me a look, a look only I would understand. She remembers the time we've talked about this. I made the mistake of asking her what she wanted to be one day when she was hyped up on soda and candy bars. Please don't say what I think you're going to say! I shouted in my head, chanting it over and over again like an incantation.

"Because!" She said it like it was something obvious. "When I get mad I would be able to run around and stab people with my head!"

The class couldn't take it. They erupted into laughter, rolling around on the ground and slamming fists on their desks. I cracked a smile, mildly amused, but was scared for my friend's fate. Thalia kept a straight face, pretending to look offended. I had to give this girl props. She'd be an amazing actress one day.

I watched as Mrs. Dodd's face turn from red to purple. "ENOUGH!" She shouted to the top of her lungs, silencing the whole room. Thalia was still standing, showing off her pearly white teeth and ran her fingers through her spiky, black hair, which only brought out those amazing blue eyes even more. Any guy would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend. Truthfully, she fakes being so tough. She doesn't get hyped up on those things. It's a mask that no one but I can see through.

"Thalia Grace, you have detention!"

I couldn't resist myself. "But Thalia didn't do anything wrong!" I exclaimed, regretting it as soon as the words escaped my mouth. A chorus of 'ooos' came from the sea of people sitting around me, and that she-the harpy- raised a dirty eyebrow at me. I recomposed my face quickly to look business-like, like I was in control, when truthfully I was spinning wildly out of it.

"Oh really?" She challenged.

"Yes. Thalia was just having fun, and you asked her what she wanted to be, so she told you her truthful answer." I told her, not being able to stop the words flowing out of my mouth. "I thought teachers were suppose to support children, especially there students, on anything they want to be, no matter how far away that may seem."

Mrs. Dodds looked like she was going to have a heart attack. "Why I oughta-" RING! Saved by the bell. So ironic. "Every body read pages one to twenty tonight, and as for you Thalia..." She said, waving a long fingernail in her face. "You're off the hook. But one more screw up and you are out of my class. Understood?" Thalia rolled her eyes but nodded. I knew that she didn't care, but she cared enough to stay in the advance classes.

She hurried to catch up with me in the hallway.

"God damn, Annabeth! That was the bravest thing I've ever seen you done." She said, surprised.

I laughed. "Well, no one is going to sit there and crush my best friend's dream, even if it's to be a unicorn."

She rolled her eyes. "What's your next class?"

I checked my list. "AP Social Studies with... Mr. Jackson."

"Me too!" She exclaimed excitedly. "That sounds like a hot name..." She added.

"Oh yeah. I heard that he was 6 feet of pure hunkyness." I shot back, the sarcasm dripping from my voice.

She totally ignored it. "I know right?" She giggled and took her seat. I followed her, plopping down next to her. I looked around, realizing that we were seated almost in the very front of the class. I sighed, taking out my journal and turned to a new page. What started as mindless doodling turned into a portrait of a pair of beautiful oceanic eyes, framed by dark cropped hair. His smile was perfectly lopsided; his teeth frightening white.

"Sorry I'm late class. Things ran a little late with the teacher meeting. Mrs. Dodds had some complications with one of her students." A deep familiar voice exclaimed, but my eyes stayed glued to the drawing. I could hear little chuckles from the students as I shaded in his pitch black hair. Looking up for the first time, Mr. Jackson was writing his name on the board, just as the Harpy did.

"I'm Mr. Jackson, and I'm very excited to have you all in my class." He welcomed us as he turned around.

As soon as he turned around and our eyes locked, he dropped his coffee all over the floor, leaving a brown stain.

I gasped, slamming my journal shut, again feeling those stalking eyes all over me. Three breathless words escaped his mouth.

"Oh. My. God."


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