Hey Readers!

My name is Dreana and I will be writing the even chapters of The Missing Pieces. The even numbered chapters will be narrated by a different girl, Drulie Fouster, the roommate of Sammy. Remember to review our story after reading. Thank you!

Dreana

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Disclaimer: Neither me nor Dreana own the Percy Jackson series. Sadly.

"Drooooleeeeee!" a phony sweet voice beckoned, "It's time for your first day of school! The auto bus will be here soon!"

Ugh. The moment I have been dreading all summer. The first day of school. I don't understand how nerds get all psyched out about this day. In my perspective it's like the beginning of a nightmare. I force myself out of bed and look in the mirror. Double ugh. It looks like a rats nest. I don't have the time to make it look fancy. I quickly run my hello kitty brush through my curly blonde hair. I quickly straighten my red streak, making it pop out from the rest of my hair. Now for my outfit. Not like I have much choice. I grab some random pair of jeans and a white blouse. Perfect. I exit my room to the horrors of the dinning room below.

Waiting for me on the table was a glass of water and an apple. An all time low. My father was already there, reading the Happy Valley Times, the local newspaper. My half- sibling triplets were chowing down on eggs and toast. In the kitchen my step-mum was busy packing the triplets' lunch and making coffee. This could just be an average day in this house. But I knew it wasn't.

"House market just went down," my father mumbled to no one in particular, "June isn't going to like that. She's got ten houses on the run right now."

My step-mum re-entered the dining room, a coffee in her right hand, her left hand on her over-sized pregnant belly. She was waddling like a duck. I found it very hard not to laugh. "Well there is nothing we can do about it Vicky," She replied before placing down her cup and making out with him, very steadily. Ugh. My parents are one of those couples who are very open with their relationship and are constantly making out in public.

As if on cue, Francois, one of the triplets, let out a long, "Ewwwwww!"

But of course the grossosity couple continued to make out behind the newspaper.

I couldn't stand it any longer. "I don't believe snogging is an everyday nutrient required by Health Canada." That made them stop.

My step-mum looked at me with utter most horror, but my dad glared. "I suggest you keep your trap shut about your step mother and me. It's none of your business what we do."

And with that the routine started again. Ugh! I couldn't stand these freaks! I excused myself away from the table and ran upstairs to pack.

Just to warn you, my room is a disaster area. This has partly to do with my ADHD. Yes. I have ADHD. This is why I am heading to Smithions School for Teenaged Delinquents. Also because I blew up my last school. Anyways... My room is the smallest room in our overly large house. It has one tiny window which barely lets in any light what so ever. My bed is always unmade. Papers and books are strung randomly all over the place. I may not sound it but I am wickedly smart and LOVE architecture. I quickly pack all my things just in time when my little sister Sophie pops her head through the door frame. "Mommy says the auto bus is here and doesn't want you dawdling." I just love my little sister and her incapability for pronouncing words. I hug Sophie, kiss her on the cheek, grab my bags and hop in the bus to face the world of America. A world I hardly knew.

Smithions is located just outside New York City. It holds approximately 600 unmanageable teens between the ages 12 - 18 years of age. 4 of who in which live in my hometown.

Since I got hardly any sleep last night, I instantly passed out in my seat. All though I was quickly prodded awake by the movement of the other passengers filling out of the plane. When my bus arrived at the school, about a hundred buses were in the line up already. This wasn't counting the cars. When I finally got inside the building, I looked for my homeroom number. 159, Mr. J. Parker. Great.

Thankfully they hadn't put my full name up there or else I would have died. Nobody alive should have to deal with the name Drulie J. Fouster. It's a living nightmare!

In homeroom, I plop myself in a front row desk. I have problems concentrating and find it easier to sit up front with fewer distractions. I hastily check my surroundings. There's a poster relating math to science, so true, a few cute rebel boys, and... Whoa! There's a girl, also in the front row, and she's like the identical twin I never had. The only difference is her hair is straightened, and she has pretty clothes. Then suddenly I hear Mr. P say come and get our room keys and student ID cards. The classroom quickly becomes utter chaos. Room #131. 13th floor. Wow. How unlucky can you get?

I ascend up the worn down steps up to the thirteenth floor and find 131. Bingo! First room! I unlock my door and face my dorm. Not that bad, but not that great. Just two beds and dressers, and a door to the bathroom. But what amazes me is the window. I have never had a view before and this one wasn't that shabby! Much better than the one back home. That's when the door opens and my roommate walks in. Congrats! It's my twin! My day just keeps getting better and better.

"Hello" I say in a squeaky voice much unlike my normally loud tone, "You can pick your bed first." I really don't know where that came from. I definitely wanted the bed by the window with the amazing view.

"Thanks," she replies, "I'll take the one by the window."

Now I care. I try not to look glum and plop on the other bed in the room. The girl begins rummaging through the closet and retrieves her bags and places them beside her bed. Just about as I was going to call it quits she decides to strike up a conversation.

"Hi. I'm Sammy. What's your name?"

"Dru," I reply faintly.

"Where are you from? I'm from San Francisco."

"Happy Valley Goose Bay Labrador, Canada." I smile. The name of my hometown always makes me smile. Like who names a town after geese and happiness? Although, the girl frowns like Canada is a place of horrid memories.

"I've been to Canada a couple times. My step-grandparents live there." Interesting. She also has step-parents. Something I can definitely relate to.

"Where in Canada?"

"B.C."

"Oh." This was awkward.

Thankfully Sammy breaks the silence. "Dru? Are you tired, because I am."

I nod and get up to turn off the lights. "I am setting my alarm for 7:15. Is that okay?"

Thankfully she agrees because there is nothing I hate more than waking up late at school. I slide under my thick covers and settle in for a restless night.

I awoke to the sound of the alarm and bolted into the shower with my uniform. I definitely wanted hot water for my shower and didn't know how long Sammy would take. After my shower I quickly straightened my hair and tied it into a ponytail, with only my red bang not forced back. I apply only mascara, finding too much makeup makes e greasy. Opening up the bathroom door I exit and find Sammy sitting on her bed looking at her schedule, something I had yet to do. As soon as she saw me she ran into the bathroom leaving me alone to look at my schedule. Block A: Science, Block B: Math, Lunch Block C: PE, Block D: Latin. Not that bad of a day. I then packed my books and papers and head out to science. I open the door.

But before I could exit I hear a high pitched, "Waaaaiiiitttt!" I stand under the doorway for Sammy but found I didn't have to wait for long.

She was basically a blur running around the room. When done she stands beside me and thanks me for waiting.

I continue on to science. "I have ADHD and find it hard to concentrate sometimes." Wow. Add ADHD to the similarities chart. "I find it soooo hard to concentrate and stuff and yeaahhhh.". Wow this girl was seriously ADHD.

I decided to share a little bit of my information with her. "I am ADHD too. Sit near the front and you'll be fine."

She looks grateful and nods. She rambles on about most schools and the troubles they brought. Most stuff I could relate to and I tried to stay in focus but it was hard with her bouncing off the walls with energy. In science we had an older woman. Miss. Levi. She rambled on about how this term we were doing dissection and biology. Awesome! All throughout class we took notes on the anatomy of the eyeball and watched a video on the eyeball. Even in my standards it was interesting. Next was math. I dint have math with Sammy so that was a bummer. The ADHD kid kind of grew on me. So I sat in this random seat near the front of the room and before I knew it this tall gangly kid with a truck load of acne sat down beside me an immediately struck up a conversation.

"Hey! My name is Grover. Yours?"

"Dru." I replied faintly.

This dude seemed pretty interested in me and my first thought was like, oh this is not ever going to happen. The dude was probably held back a few years and I definitely wasn't the kind of kid to mix with kids of this like. But throughout the lesson Grover kind of grew on my. He actually hadn't been held back a grade and was actually really smart and funny! He even made the Pythagorean Theorem interesting.

When the lunch bell rang we found a table and Sammy joined us. "Sammy, hi! This is Grover! I met him in Math!"

"Hi Grover, Dru."

I looked at Grover. He had suddenly become very interested with his enchilada.

Then out of the blue he asked, "Sammy, did you know your father?" I found that quite unnecessary, but Sammy seemed unfazed.

"Um. No."

I had this really weird feeling that Sammy and Grover knew each other, but they just weren't telling. But who would deny a friendship with a girl as sweet as Sammy or a guy as cool as Grover.