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Chapter 2

I made my way to my first hour class, which just happened to be chemistry. I had gotten my schedule by mail two weeks ago. This is because school had actually started then, but with me being involved in the war, I haven't been able to attend.

That pretty much sucked. One reason is that I literally had piles of make-up work that I didn't do and don't ever plan on doing. Two, I missed the whole 'making friends' phase (that didn't bother me too much because I had a pretty cool group of friends from last year, but still). And three, I missed the swim team tryouts.

The only good thing is that I got to miss a whole lot of school. Then again, I was missing it for a war and that wasn't necessarily a plus side.

I was a little bit late coming to class because I had basically ran around the entire school trying to find the room. Once, I accidentally opened the door to a health class. Lets just say that I am now mentally scarred for the rest of my life.

Finally, I opened the door to the correct classroom and walked inside.

As expected, everyone's eyes turned towards me.

The teacher, Mr. Tomes, looked up from what he was working on at his desk. "May I help you?"

"Um, yeah. I'm supposed to be in this class?" I said it more like a question, hoping that I had come to the right room. It'd be really embarrassing if I hadn't.

"Last name?" He asked. He had short brown hair and brown eyes and looked fairly young, but his voice just made me want to take a nap-it was like he was reading from a Teleprompter it was so boring.

"Jackson," I told him.

He read over what I presumed was a class roster. "Ah, yes. Find an empty seat."

I did as he said and the lesson began.

An hour of boring, sciency, monotone-ness later, the bell rang. It was an annoying, shrill tone that seemed to go on forever. We get the point, I wanted to tell it.

I grabbed my bag and I ran for the English classroom, wanting nothing more than to rid my mind of balancing chemical equations.

English is probably going to be my least favorite class of all because it's, well, English.

I had no friends whatsoever in this class so I was really disappointed that I couldn't copy work from anyone.

The teacher, Mrs. Ladd reminded me of an oompa-loompa. She was really tan, really short, and wore a crazy amount of makeup. She had gray hair and blue eyes that said 'I may seem really sweet right now, but once the tardy bell rings, I'll be sure to pile on the homework faster than you can say "psycho."'

When I told her I was supposed to be in the class, she stood me up in front of everyone and told them my name was Percival Yacksire. I corrected her, but she ignored me. She seemed extremely hard of hearing.

I sat down in an empty chair in the back and tried to become invisible. It didn't work.

The rest of the class period, she purposefully called me out every chance she got. Why shouldn't you be like the character in the book? You'll miss two weeks of school like young Percival over there. Why should you have read over the summer? You surely wouldn't want to miss two weeks of school like Mr. Yacksire, now would you?

Finally, the bell sounded. I just had time to hear Mrs. Ladd mispronounce my name one more time before I was flying down the hall to the gym.

My gym teacher's name was Coach Dodds (that is, like, legit my gym teachers name). He was a tall man with thinning gray hair, but he looked to be in his forty's. He wasn't very athletic looking and he had a weird tan-line around his eyes like he wore sunglasses all the time.

I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him, that he had no relation whatsoever to the fury I had a run in with in sixth grade (I also called Nico and checked up with him when I got my schedule).

Since I had no gym clothes, I had to borrow 'rentals' until I could get my own.

After dressing out, I headed into the gym to find everyone already seated on the bleachers. I looked around for a familiar face.

Finally, I spotted Muk. Well, his name really isn't Muk; it's David Keenan Watkins IV, but he likes to be called Muk (don't ask). He had buzzed blonde hair and light blue eyes. He had the build of a swimmer, which wasn't surprising seeing as he was probably on the swim team again this year.

"Hey, Muk!" I called.

He glanced up and a grin spread onto his face. "Dude! Percy! You're alive! This means I won!"

I sat down next to him. "Won what?"

"A bet. Aubrianna, Gage, Kat, Jax and I all bet on if you were alive or not," he said with a smirk.

"I really need new friends," I told him. We shared a laugh.

Then, Coach Dodds walked to the front of the bleachers and announced in an eardrum-shattering voice that we were walking the trail.

You see, there's a half-mile trail snaking around the building. I would've been kind of embarrassed to run around in front of midday traffic with oversized gym clothes on if it hadn't been for ginormous bushes obscuring us from view.

Instead of walking like everyone else, Muk and I started to jog.

About halfway around the trail, I heard a rustling, then a thump, and finally an 'ouch' from the bushes. I told Muk to go ahead and keep running.

I didn't want any mortals getting hurt if this was a monster, so I decided to check it out. I took a step forward, but as soon as my foot touched the ground, a giant black figured jumped from the bushes and landed right on top of me.


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