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Mary Andrews POV
I teach Greek at Goode high. There are some good students, and there are some bad students. Mortals are such fascinating people. Who in the world spends all their time texting? Especially during class.
My favorite student, by far goes by the name Percy Jackson. He is so smart, and super hot. I mean, I'm a teacher, and I can't date him, but I can look.
`I was teaching my favorite lesson, the one about Athena besting Poseidon for Athens, when a blonde teen ran into the room, and starting speaking in ancient greek, "Perseus! Hellhounds outside, help!"
Hellhounds? I raised my eyebrows, was Percy Jackson a demigod? "Class you may talk quietly," I said scurrying out the door and drawing my dagger from my belt.
I saw Percy Jackson fending off the pack of hellhounds, the blonde girl behind him. I saw it, Percy's sword, looking like a flash of bronze as it flew around, popping the hellhounds into dust.
"Nice swordsmanship," I say, deciding it's the best way to make myself known. "Mary Andrews, daughter of Athena.
The blonde gave me a questioning look. I saw her eyes, Grey and swirling, just like mine. But, they were different, somehow. A broken look to it.
"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena as well," she said while a small smile on her face.
"Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. We need to go to camp, tell the class I wasn't feeling well," Percy said grinning at me before turning towards the door and sprinting away.
I smiled, my favorite student was a demi-god. It just proves that mortals don't care about Greek like a demigod would.
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