Kia Ora!

I don't really have anything to say, just probably the thing about the Percy Jackson petition to Dreamworks to make the PJO and HOO books into an animated series with the artwork done by Viria. (IF you do not know who she is, look her up. She is amazing.)

Disclaimer: I am not a boy, nor from America. So therefore cannot be Rick who is the owner of the amazing characters that made my childhood amazing.

By the way, I love the reviews from everyone. They really make my day! :)

On with the story!

Clarisse La Rue. Daughter of Ares, god of war.

I have a lot of colourful words I would like to say to the mortals, but Chiron specifically singled me out int he meeting and told me to not be rude, mean, or lethal to the mortals, no matter how tempting. And trust me, its tempting.

So, at the moment I was sitting in the back row of my Greek class. I know what your probably thinking, 'what school has Greek for a course?'. Well, actually, my school, Clarton High, didn't have Greek as a course before. It was only after the gods had announced that they were real that the school not only brought it in, but also made it compulsory.

I mean, don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining. It is one of the only classes where I can get an easy A, well apart from gym. Man, you should see those punks run when we play dodgeball. I laughed a little, which, unfortunately, caught the attention of the teacher.

"Miss La Rue. What is it that is so funny?" The teacher, Miss Leaflar squeaked. She was the strictest, meanest, harshest, and rudest teacher in school. If there is a reason she is still single, then I think I found it.

"Ah, nothing Miss." I said, ducking my head down. Believe it or not, but I am considered 'shy' at Clarton High because Chiron specifically told us to keep a low profile. Which, I can almost guarantee that he Stolls will be throwing that rule right out the window as we speak.

She eyed me suspiciously, then continued talking. "So, as you all know, there are 12 Olympian gods, who are ruled by Zeus, god of the Sky and King of the gods."

"Now, to see if everyone knows there stuff, we will go around the classroom and you will state what god you would be the child of and you also have to state their role." Miss Leaflar paused as everyone nodded their heads. "Ok, Charlotte, you start."

Almost all the girls said Aphrodite and all the guys said Zeus. There was the odd Apollo or Hermes, but other than that, that was about all the gods that were mentioned. Then it finally came round to me. The girl before me sat down after just saying that she would like to be a daughter of Apollo and stated his role.

I then stood up slowly. "Ares, god of war. Encourages war, conflict and aggression." I said, my head held proudly in the air. I was just about to sit down when the 'popular' girl, Zoe, spoke up. "God of war? Like, really? You couldn't even talk back to a, like, mean fly." (A/N: No offence to any Zoe's out there. I just used the name of the bully in my school) The rest of the class started laughing. Why would anyone like this punk?

I glared at her, which made her cower a bit, then said, "you'd be surprised."

"Surprised about what? That you actually like, talk? Because I am totally surprised."

Cue laughing from the class. I swear if she said 'like' one more time, I would snap. My temper started to rise, but then I remembered something. If I was the first to show up back at camp, I would never live it down. Especially from Prissy. (A/N: Percy)

I took a deep breath, then spoke two simple words before sitting back down. "Shut. Up."

The class then started glancing between Zoe and I. Her cronies stood up behind her, while the teacher just looked on. Obviously mystified that I had talked back.

"Thats right. Like, sit back down. Ares is like a stupid god anyway." She said, looking at her nails. There was a clap of thunder, which made everyone glance to the sky.

Was that a sign from my father telling me to kick her butt? Because thats how I took it.

I stood up abruptly and glared at Zoe which made her lean back slightly. "What did you just say punk?" I asked, steely calm.

I could see some of the other students in this class moving away from me slowly. But I didn't stop my glare towards Zoe.

"Um. Um... Ares is stupid?" It came out more of a question this time.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY FATHER! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" I shot back.

The room was so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop. Finally, a student named Tom had the nerve to speak. "...What?"

I then shot my glare towards him, resulting in him yelping before cowering down in his chair.

"Let me re-introduce myself." I said, now looking at the whole class. "Clarissa La Rue, daughter of Ares, god of war. Retriever of the Golden Fleece, wanderer of the Labyrinth, slayer of the mighty Lydia Drakon, hero of Olympus, participant in the second Titian war and the second Giant war, defender of Camp Half-Blood from the earth mother Gaia, Ares cabin head counsellor."

Once I had finished listing off my titles, the room returned to the quietness, until Zoe was so stupid to speak. "I don't believe you."

At if on cue, a red light enveloped me, and when the light finally cleared, I was wearing full Greek battle armour with my hair in a fancy braid. I had my spear, Maimer at my side, and I was sure I was at least 2 inches taller. The blessing of Ares.

I laughed out loud when I say everyone opening and closing their mouths like fishes. I then grabbed my spear and aimed it at Zoe's neck. Even though I knew my spear could not hurt her, I still wanted to see the look on her face. "Never insult my father again punk if you still want to walk on this planet." And with that, I walked out the door, and out of the school.

Well, back to camp I guess. But I think I might take a little detour, just to give some more time to the other demigods to mess up.

I had quite a bit of fun writing this. I mad sure to put in Clarisse's signature line 'punk' and her nickname for Percy. Prissy.

If you have any ideas for any of the other demigods, please tell me. The next one will be about Frank.

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Thanks.

Hei konei rā!

~Polly-The-PolarBear