Okay, I was mostly used to all these hallucinations by within... A day or two perhaps? And yeah, I know what hallucinations mean.

A few days after that really weird incident, I tried to corner people and spring up about Mrs. Green, but the kids would stare at me as if I was psycho because the so-called pre - algebra teacher, Seera had 'whipped' me.

Seriously, there was no person as Mrs. Seera according to me and there was only a Mrs. Green.

But to the kids in Gray High, they thought the opposite. They thought there was no Mrs. Green and there was only a Mrs. Seera.

With the way all the stuff was heading to, I started to almost believe that Mrs. Green never existed.

Mark my word - 'almost'

But seriously, as much as others fool you, your best friend can't. I tried to get Marucho to spill something, but he denied everything after hesitating. He was a really bad liar.

If this guy would just tell me that the whole campus was playing a prank on me and that all this was a part of some show called - 'How people get pranked without knowing in Real Life!'

I wouldn't care about the embarrassment I would face, but I would be seriously relieved when I would find out that the whole thing of Mrs. Green was a joke.

But no, nothing of that sort happened.

I started to become a victim to bad dreams and nightmares. Every dream, Mrs. Green would be the one waking me up from the nightmares.

Because of all this, my grades slipped from Ds to Fs.

Don't ask, just, don't ask.

I started to get easily irritated and cranky. I started to pick up more fights with Christine Shacklebolt and her buff goons.

I was keeps my all my frustration together, but when my English teacher, Mr. Chuck, a fat bulky man asked me why I didn't learn my spellings, I snapped.

I call him a fat old sot. Now, I'll admit I knew what fat and old meant, but I seriously had no clue what sot meant. Hey! At least it sounded good!

The news of me and my stuff reached the Headmaster and he made it official - I would no longer be invited back to Gray High Academy next year forth.

Part of me was glad and another part of me was sad. It's sort of hard to explain thigh, and I'm not sure if I have enough patience.

Besides, I was homesick, really homesick.

But then, I would miss stuff in Gray High as well : The view of the red woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance and stuff like that.

I would even miss Marucho, who was weird, but he was still my friend.

I wondered how he would manage without me as all the time we were in Gray High, I protected him from bullies and all. I wondered how he'd manage with me moving away.

And I'd miss Latin class, Mr, Trevor and his crazy tournament days that I admired a lot and of course, the words he told me that he had faith in me.

The exams were drawing closer.

Now, you'd think I was going mad or something, but I started taking Latin pretty seriously.

I don't know why, but the thing Mr. Trevor told me about this subject being life and death for me, well, I started to believe him.

On day, I got so mad that I threw my Latin text book on the floor with so much force that it could have destroyed the place, but luckily, that didn't happen.

I was mixed with with Chiron and Charon. Polydeuces and Polydectes.

And those Latin verbs? Well, I'd like to see you try.

I just gripped the book after I picked it up and headed downstairs.

Now, I didn't actually know what the heck I was doing, but my instincts told me to ask Mr. Trevor for help or maybe an apology for being about to fail on Latin.

And without me knowing, I had actually reached the faculty offices.

Most of them were dark and empty, which was a relief but Mr. Trevor's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

It was almost creepy.

I was about to open the door and ask permission to come in, when I heard a familiar voice that was definitely Marucho's said, "-worried about Dan, sir -"

Instead of heading back, I stayed there.

Now before we proceed, I'd like to say that I am not a sneaky brat or something like that. But when your own best friend is talking about you to someone, especially a teacher, you'd definitely want to know what the hell are they talking about.

"-A kindly one at school, they know now, if he knows too-" Marucho's frightened voice trembled.

"No, we must not rush him," Mr. Trevor said. "We need the boy to mature more."

"But sir, he saw her-" Marucho tried interrupting, but Mr. Trevor was quicker.

"The Mist," Mr. Trevor urged. "It will make him forget all about this. As for the summer solstice deadline, it will have to be solved without him."

"But-"

"Do not interrupt," Mr. Trevor said with a serious tone. "Now all we have to worry is to keep Dan alive till next fall-"

When Mr. Trevor said that, I freaked out and accidentally dropped my Latin book.

The talking stopped abruptly.

I picked up the book as fast as I could and before I could shuffle off somewhere, the sliding door revealed a shadow of a guy much bigger than sitting in a wheel chair and something in his hands that looked like an archer's bow.

I scurried into a closet. I was really glad that thing was there, otherwise I would be caught.

I heard clopping, as if a horse was trotting along outside.

"Nothing," Mr. Trevor concluded. "My senses have not been fine since the winter solstice."

"Same here," Marucho said. "But I could have sworn-"

"Go back to your dorm, you have a long day of exams tomorrow." Mr. Trevor said as Marucho groaned, "Don't remind me..."

I waited in that closet for a long time in a conflict of emotions, but then, I made a move.

I made my way back to my dorm and saw Marucho sitting on the bed, studying; as if he had been there all day.

"Hey," he said. "Sup?"

"Nothing.." I lied. I turned away because I didn't want him to read my expression.

He sighed with frustration over the Science he was studying.

I finally heaved a sigh as I got out of the last exam and made my way to the dorm to get my stuff.

I went down and entered the bus along with Marucho.

Marucho started to get fidgety, as if something would attack us.

I was keeping everything together when I asked him, "Looking for Kindly ones?"

He jumped five feet up the air. "How do you know?!"

I was pretty impatient, but I told him about me eavesdropping in his and Mr. Trevor's conversation.

"How much did you hear?" He asked, his eye twitching as if he wanted to kill me right then and there.

"Not much," I said. "What is the summer solstice deadline?"

"Forget about it," He said hurriedly. "Here's my summer address, come there if you need me," He said as he fished out a business card from his pocket.

"Why would I need you?!" I asked him in a harsh tone, which was not intended. But I accepted the card anyway.

The font was cursive, and it was a murder to my dyslexic eyes.

It said:

Marucho Marukura,

Keeper,

Half Blood Hill

900 - *******

(A/N: I am not revealing any phone numbers because of obvious reasons)

"What's Half-"

"Don't say it out loud!" he snapped. "That's um.. my.. um...my summer address!"

"Alright.."

Just then, the bus came to a halt.

The driver cursed the bus as he asked all the passengers to get their asses of the bus.

We all piled up in the deserted highway as the driver was murmuring something and was trying to find out what was wrong.

In the other end of the highway, I noticed a fruit stand. And that place was just tempting me.

There were so many things there. Then, I noticed three old ladies knitting gigantic socks.

I mean, the socks were the size of a sweater, but they were clearly socks.

The old hags had white bandanas, white bleached cotton dresses and silver hair.

The lady on the right knitted one, while the lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle was having a basket of electric blue yarn.

Weird thing? All of them were staring at me.

Marucho freaked out, he yelped, "Are they looking at you? Please tell me no.."

"Yeah, weird... Do you think I could alter the size of the socks?"

"Not funny, Dan." Marucho said. "We are getting into the bus right now."

"What? No." I said.

But he had already clobbered in. I stayed and watched as the middle lady took out a large pair of scissors and snipped the line. And I would like to swear that I could hear the snip sound across 5 lanes of roads.

Just then, the bus started. The driver yelled at everyone to get back aboard. I went in and saw Marucho trembling as if he was freezing.

"What did you see?" He asked me.

"I saw those three old hags snip the cord." I said as I sat down.

"You saw them snip the cord.." He mumbled.

"Yeah, so?" I asked, even though I knew it was a big deal. "Marucho, those hags are not like Mrs. Green, are they?"

But his eyes told me that they were something worse than Mrs. Green.

"Promise me that I can walk you home." He said.

It was a strange request, but then, I gave in and agreed.

"The snipping of the cord," I mused. "Does that mean someone's gonna die?"

Marucho looked at me mournfully, as if he was already deciding which flowers I would like the best for my funeral.

Well, I guess this chapter was long enough... And another good news - This Fanfic story will have more than 100 chapters (A new record for me)

As you can see, I forgot to name the first chapter so the first chapter's name is - 'I accidentally slice my pre - algebra teacher'

And the second chapter's title was pretty funny! :D

Dan : Sure was.

Me: How the hell did you come here?

Dan: I got bored.

Me : Is that my chocolate?

Dan : Oh... Um... No?

Me : *steaming with anger* DAN KUSO, GET BACK HERE!

Dan : Sorry! I'll pay you back with another one!

Me : I don't trust you!

Dan : Awww... Come on!

Me : The others can come in only when they come into this Fanfic... Till then I have to put up with this idiot... I wish Runo was here...

Dan : R-R-Runo?

Me : Your girlfriend! She is the only one who can keep you in line!

Dan : She is not my girlfriend! *blushes*

Me: Yeah right. *sarcastic*

Dan : So when is she coming in?

Me : You seem eager.. Perhaps in the fifth or sixth chapter.

Dan : Aww.. That's a long way!

Me: Shut up... I wish she comes here soon... Hey! Where's Marucho?

Dan : Says he is too young for stuff.

Me : ...

Anyways guys, this Fanfic is mainly here because of the amazing work of Rick Riordan.