So, I decided to make this a 3-shot and for those who got mad that I didn't have anything up, well, now I do. So, uh… enjoy, oh and I'll have this story done in no-time sad to say. It is my first fan fiction. I've had this sitting in my computer for a good 5 months now and since I technically haven't written anything for two weeks I decided to put this in. I'll update this story on Thursday. And for those giving me flames, no matter how polite, I'm sorry. I've never done this kind of thing before so I'm figuring it out as I go along. Hope you like this chapter!

I was walking down the hallway to my room, muttering loudly under my breath about how every teacher here expected so much from me, a kid with dyslexia, ADD, and a severe case of attitude. They all seemed to be trying to test me, see if I can live up to my name. Honestly, it's just a name. But it's the name. Perseus. One of the only heroes in Greek mythology to not die a horrible death. My mom thought it made me sound strong and she also said something about it being a good luck charm. But I don't get it. If I'm not the hero from the stories, than why do all my teachers expect me to be? I mean sure, I go to a school where they teach mythology instead of English, but really, does that mean that everybody here believes it?

My shoes made a scuffing noise as I turned the corner and went down the corridor that lead to mine and Grover's room. The big white wooden door stood there menacingly watching. Grover was going nuts today for some reason and I was afraid to go inside. I wasn't sure what I would find. I finally plucked up the courage and cracked the door open. What I found should have surprised me, but didn't for some reason. Grover was sitting on his bed chewing on the end of a soda can while reading some book in Greek. (He had decided to take that class. We only learn a few Greek words in mythology class, but in Greek class, you basically learn every word known to man. Grover had suggested I take mythology instead of Greek because I already had a broken mind and didn't need to confuse others with a different language.)

"Hey, G-man. What are you doing? I thought you would e freaking about something like always." I said grabbing a soda out of the mini-fridge Grover had hidden in the corner of the closet. (We weren't allowed to have personal appliances.)

"I'm reading a book. It's for, uh, a book report that's due in a few days."

"Well," I said plopping down on my sea color bedspread. It was my favorite color. Well, next to gray and gold. "What's it about?" I motioned to the book.

"Umm." He looked nervous about something. "It's about the Odyssey and its characters." He said with a suspicious smile plastered across his face. He was keeping something from me.

"So, do you want to read me a few of these lines? I want to see if I can catch any words."

"Um, it's not really the reading out loud type. It's an image book. You know, one that makes you think." He said.

I shrugged it off. "Alright. But when I learn Greek next year, don't expect me to share my books with you."

He just laughed and made this weird noise that really never seemed to be normal. He had told me it was something to do with his throat. I never questioned it again.

There was a knock at the door and I got up to answer it. Mr. Brunner was sitting there waiting.

"Hey, Mr. Brunner." I said nervously, waiting for whatever punishment I was about to get, even though I had no clue what I had done.

"Percy, I want to congratulate you." He said with a smile, but I didn't register what he said at first.

"Mr. Brunner, whatever I did. I'm sorry and I didn't mean to do it…wait, what?"

"You got the highest score out of the class on your mythology final."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Me. As in Percy Jackson. Currently located in room 302. The one with Grover as a best friend?"

My Brunner just nodded and smiled. "Percy, I would like to speak to you about something tomorrow. Alone." I heard Grover get off his bed and come closer to the door to listen in. Mr. Brunner glanced at him, but his attention was fully on me. "But, for right now…" He reached into his pocket and held out a pen. It was a gold ballpoint. It didn't look that expensive but it looked fancy. "I'd like to give you this souvenir pen, to repay you for all your hard work."

"Um thanks." Was all I could say. I held the pen up closer to my face to inspect it to see if the teachers were pulling a prank on me. I heard Grover gasp, but didn't know why.

"Well," Mr. Brunner said as he backed up his wheelchair. "I'll be going now. See you tomorrow Percy." Then he was halfway down the hall as fast as he had come. I closed the door and settled onto my bed spread again.

"Why do you think he did that?" I asked Grover sticking the pen into my pocket.

"Well, you are his favorite student." Grover suggested. "And you're the first one of his students to actually get a high grade on one of his tests."

"Yeah, but I'm not that smart. I just actually happened to pay attention in that class."

"Wait, hold up." He got up and came to stand in front of me, he was holding his hand up in a motion to get me to stop what I had already said. "I thought you like his class."

"I do, it's just that he Mr. Brunner can actually be a little… overbearing." I said. It was true. He expected me to do so much. It seemed that he was always breathing down my neck, like he expected me to do something amazing one of these days.

"Well, you're almost through with this year. Just 3 more days and then you can rest easily. Of course, there is one thing that I've been meaning to ask you."

"And that would be?" I asked.

"What d you think about coming to my summer home with me. Just for a few weeks?"

I laughed. "You think my mom would approve of that?"

A smile crept across his face. "I don't have to. I already asked her."

I could feel my mouth fall open. It took a moment to compose myself again. "Wait, wait, wait. How did you ask her? When?"

"I called her last period when you were taking your oh-so amazing final." He said exaggerating his words.

"And she said yes?"

"Uh, that's what I just said." He said as if I was stupid.

I thought about this for a little while "Well, then. Looks like we're going to your summer home!" I said excitedly. Then something else popped up in my head just randomly. "Hey, do you have a pool?"

Grover's smile faltered just for a second, but then it was replaced. "We have one up Perc. We have the OCEAN!"

"You mean you have a beach house?" Of course Grover would be rich as well. All the kids here were. Of course, Grover wasn't a snob like everyone else.

"Yep!" He said. "Now, we only have to wait through 2 treacherous school days and a field trip."

"Wait, field trip?" When did anyone say anything about a field trip?

Grover looked at me as if I was turning purple. "Did, you seriously forget about the trip to the museum?" He asked in a tone of bored unbelief.

I just shrugged. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow."