A long time ago, about 14 years and nine months ago, my mother fell pregnant. She was a beautiful woman, who captured the eyes of the gods, in particular, Poseidon. Nine months later, I was born, a beautiful girl, a demi-god. Half human, half god. My life was amazing; I had a loving mother, and an amazing step-dad. I may have been ADHD and dyslexic, but I didn't care. My life was sweet. Then Loki attacked. He killed my mother; he killed my step-dad. In my rage, I discovered my powers. In my rage, I nearly killed myself. My mother was good friends with Tony Stark, the Iron Man; he took me in as my legal guardian. I didn't tell anyone at school, until I broke my leg in battle. I am Natalya Prime. I am; Hurricane.
"Do you have to come Tony?" I whined, yet again.
Tony had insisted on taking me to school in the limo. I had said I could get myself there, but he said I would struggle under the weight of my bag, and decided to come into school himself.
"Yes." He replied, not looking up from his phone, "I'm making a donation to the school anyway."
"Well you have to sign me in at the front office." I said pulling out my phone.
"Ok." He said as we pulled up. "Ben, open the boot."
We got out, and the driver, Ben, got my crutches and gave them to me, and gave Tony my bags. I got out of the limo and felt everyone's eyes on me, then I felt them divert to Tony, then back to me. That's when the girls started screaming, and the boys suddenly were interested in me. I walked into the Goode High School office, with girls still screaming and trying to get close to us. Ben was acting as a bodyguard and I was hitting people with my crutches. When we closed the doors, the receptionist run up and locked the doors.
"What can I do for you Mr Stark?" the receptionist asked.
"I'm here to drop of Nat and make a donation." He replied, gesturing to me.
"Hi." I said quietly
"Broke your leg I see." She pointed out. "I'll get you a helper until that cast comes off."
"A helper?" Tony asked
"Yes." She replied, "This person walks around the school carrying Natalya's books and generally being nice. I've got someone who doesn't help around much, so I'll put him on. If you'll excuse me."
She walked off to into the office. I walked over to Tony and stumbled, still not used to the crutches. Ben caught me.
"Maybe you should sit down Miss Prime." He said, leading me over to the chairs outside the principal's office.
"Could Percy Jackson come to the principal's office." The voice over crackled. "That's Percy Jackson to the principal's office."
I supressed a giggle upon hearing the name. Percy is ADHD like me and always in trouble. After the announcement, the principal and receptionist both walked out of the staff room.
"Hello Ms Prime." The principal said.
"This is my legal guardian." I told him. "Tony, meet Mr Rokur."
"Mr Stark, it is an honour." Mr Rokur said.
As he said this, Percy Jackson walked into the office.
He looked at me and his pupils got bigger. I looked at him and wondered if he would break a sweat carrying all my books. Tony opened his check book and wrote a check. He ripped it off and handed it to the principal.
"A donation to the school." Tony said before turning to me. "Remember Thor is picking you up tonight."
"Goodbye Tony." I said, rather annoyed, as he walked out the door.
"Mr Jackson." The principal said as soon as the door closed. "You hardly do anything around the school, so you shall be helping Mr Prime get around the school, she has been transferred to all your lessons, but with her work."
"Yes Mr Rokur." He mumbled.
He picked up my bags and followed me to my locker.
During maths, I couldn't find my pen.
"Percy." I asked, "Could I borrow a pen?"
"I don't have a spare." He replied, getting up to go talk to the teacher.
I looked over at his desk and I saw a pen drop out of his pocket. I picked it up and uncapped it. To my surprise, it turned into a sword. I looked to see if anyone noticed it. Only the girl with black hair and eyeliner to my left noticed it as Percy walked back. He snatched it off of me and turned the sword back into a pen.
"You could see my sword." He asked in shock.
"Yes." I replied. "Is that bad?"
"That's not good." He replied, then looked back down and ignored me.
