Thanks to all those who reviewed, alerted, or favored. It honestly makes my dad. I hope you like the third chapter!

Disclaimer- I am not a man from Texas but instead a teenage girl from a northern state that gets a lot of snow (and thats all that you will know) so I hope its clear that I do not own PJO. Or H2O.

Chapter 3

Emerson

Since the first day of school was a half day, our classes were only about twenty minutes long. My English teacher, Mrs. Sawyer, was an older woman who was very energetic and nice. We received no homework; thank the gods because in previous years, I would get at least one or two subjects for homework on the first day. All that happened in my first hour was we learned more about our teacher, passed out our textbooks, and then we talked for the last five minutes. This was when I was able to learn more about Allison, Jacob, and Alec.

"Are you from a foreign country because when you talk, I hear an accent?" Allison asked me.

I nodded. "I recently moved here from Australia so I guess I have a slight accent."

"If I may ask," Alec started to say, "Why would you move from Australia to here?"

"My dad was transferred back here."

"What do you mean by 'back here'?" Jacob asked me.

"If you really want to know, my family is actually from New York but my dad was transferred to Australia when I was one and now he is transferred back here." This was the story that my parents wanted us to go by. I don't think it is that good of a lie but my mom told me to shut up and if it doesn't work, just use the mist to convince them. I never had to use the mist so far to convince people and I really hope I don't have to. And who wouldn't believe that someone's father was transferred?

We talked a little more before the bell rang. Allison was able to talk me into giving her my phone number because she wants to get to know me better and maybe become friends. And since I gave her my number, I had to give it to both Jacob and Alec. When the bell rang, we all headed to our lockers but not before they told me goodbye. I headed over to my locker and found Christian already at the one next to mine. He was there with another guy. I guess we both made a friend. At least I hope we did and they are not going to use us.

"Hey sis," Christian greeted me as I opened my locker. "Did you meet anyone remotely nice in your first hour?"

"Yeah I guess so."

"How can you guess? You either know or you don't know!" the guy standing next to my brother exclaimed. I gave him a glare and he started to glare back at me until he lost our little glare contest. I smirked at his defeat.

"Now that you are done with your childish games, Emerson I would like you to meet Nathan Maxim. Nathan, this is my twin sister Emerson," Christian said. We exchanged simple hellos before I headed to my next class with Christian. I am so happy that this was the only class I had with my brother.

"So I see that you made a friend today," I said to him as we entered the class and sat down at one of the tables. Unlike in my first hour, the tables weren't put together to form rows so only two people were at the table instead of a row of four.

Christian shrugged in response. "He seems nice enough. We were assigned seats in my Spanish class and I was put next to him. We talked for a few minutes and we found out that we both enjoy reading."

"So he's another book nerd like you?" Christian definitely takes after my mom when it comes to reading. I did get her skill of drawing but I only draw animals instead of buildings and statues like her.

"Will you quit with that name please?" I responded with a quick "No" and he gave me a shove. This of course caused me fall out of my seat because it took me by surprise. Some of the other kids gave us stares while others tried to not laugh. Christian full-out laughed at me.

"You are such a brat!" I yelled at him. Well, not full-out yell since we are in school.

Somebody from behind helped me up putting their hands under my arms and lifted me up. I turned around and was about to yell at that person (I absolutely hated when people touched me) when I saw that it was Jacob.

"Fancy seeing you here," he said to me.

"I guess I now have to say thank you for helping me. But just to let you know, I don't like it when people touch me, especially ones I just meet."

"Anything else I should know about you?" Jacob asked.

I sat back down next to Christian before answering, "I have a twin brother. He is the loser sitting next to me."

"At least I have a normal middle name unlike you," he countered.

"First Cleo, now you! Go yell at dad for choosing my middle name."

"I don't think I even want to know what you are talking about," Jacob interrupted.

"And I rather not tell you," I told him. "I bet that you would join my brother in a game of torture."

"You probably shouldn't make assumptions about someone you just meet," he warned me. "I may be different than want you expect me to be."

The Fates must hate me today because before I could reply, the bell rang and class started.

At the end of the day, I meet up with my friends and brother at one of the tables in the cafeteria. Out of the six hours we have for our classes, I only have one class with Emma and none with Cleo or Rikki. This is what I hated about going to a large high school with a huge graduating class; you may not have classes with your friends and instead have them with the popular kids who think they are all that.

As we walked back to the Empire State Building, we talked about our day. It seemed that we all made a few new friends but we all had the same thought in mind were they going to use us? We know that it is silly but all of us can be paranoid at times; especially when it came to Apollo and Hermes pulling childish pranks on us. As we entered the building, we got some strange stares from business men and women but they didn't question us being there. When the elevator doors opened, we waited for everyone to exit and quickly entered and closed the doors before anyone else would enter. Christian took the gold card out of his back pocket and inserted in the slot so the 600th button can pop up.

As we entered Olympus, we headed back to our home. The only person that was home was Hunter but he was still asleep in his bedroom. This is what he loves about being immortal- he can sleep in until five minutes before he needs to be somewhere and just teleport to the place he is needed. Our dad agrees with his logic but our mom does not.

We all put our backpacks down on the table in the kitchen before heading into the living room. As Christian turned on some stupid show, I sat on the couch with Cleo, Emma, and Rikki to talk about our day.

"I am absolutely in love with my French class," Emma exclaimed. "The teacher is my favorite out of all my teachers and the students in my class seem so nice."

"I still don't understand why you took French," Rikki said to her. "We can speak it perfectly if we wanted to yet you take a French One class to actually learn how to speak it."

"Rikki, leave Emma alone," Cleo told her. "She just wants to experience learning a new language and learning with everyone else in her class. That's why I am taking Spanish One."

"I am only taking Spanish One because I needed one more class to put on my schedule," I added into the conversation.

"That's always a good reason to take a Spanish class Emerson," Christian said as he rolled his eyes at me.

"You did the same thing as me, expect you took art instead of a foreign language!"

"That's also sad because you can't even draw," Rikki added. He glared at her before heading up to his room. He always did that when he knew someone else was right.

We talked for a few more hours before my mom came home and sent us up to our rooms so we can get ready to go visit my grandma Sally and my grandpa Paul for dinner. Of course when we were there, we talked about our first day at school. Hunter congratulated Christian for pushing me out of my chair and my dad being the protective person he is, automatically did not like the fact that Jacob helped me up. I think he rather had Kyle doing that then some random person I just met. I sighed as ate my desert and thought that some things never changed.

Sorry if I got the elevator part wrong. I went from my memories. If you want to know what Emerson, Hunter, and Christian basically look like, I have a link to where you can see a cartoon version of what they look like. The link is on the bottom.

Funny story before you leave my story- at my school there was a fundraiser for Rely for Life and it was a competition. The two teachers (there were eight who particapted) with the most money in there jar had to kiss a pig. So at our winter pep assembly, our school brought in two pigs for the two teachers to kiss. I guess that doesn't happen everyday.

Here is the link to my Bitstrips account so you can see what Emerson, Christian, and Hunter basically look like. (Just remove the spaces)

~sciencelover

www. bitstrips user/ 3572 328/