A/N: This chapter was really fun to write. I enjoyed it, I hope you do, too.

Chapter 4

Thalia really hadn't been trying to break Drew's nose, she swear she was just trying to leave a bruise. Thalia had the misfortune of getting Drew in her 5th period, and that was when Drew had decided to exact her revenge on Thalia. Drew had kept it up all throughout class, and Thalia had just ignored her, but then Drew made the nose-breaking-worthy comment.

Drew said, "So Thalia how's your mom? How many times she pass out drunk this week; five or six?"

Thalia instantly turned around. She had been looking up at the board the entire time, purposely ignoring Drew. Thalia gave Drew her best death glare that even made Percy squeamish- it didn't even faze Drew.

Drew said, relishing Thalia's reaction, with malice pouring into her words, "Oh I got it wrong didn't I, it was ten times, wasn't it? I'm so sorry for you, honey. I really am."

That was the last straw for Thalia; she brought her hand, curled into a fist, behind her, and brought it over head, punching Drew; right on her overly powdered nose. Thalia said triumphantly, "You know what? I'm sorry for me too; you got make-up all over my hand."

That was why Thalia was in the principle's office on the first day. Thalia thought to herself, "Huh, what a great impression I must be making, breaking someone's nose on the first day of school. The teachers must be scared of what I have planned for tomorrow. They're probably expecting me to rack someone, or something like that." Thalia smiled at herself.

"Just what is so amusing, pray tell. I get so bored with this job and you children, so a little entertainment should be good for me," said a slightly drunken voice, coming from the door. Thalia assumed it was Mr. D, the school's, wine loving principle. "I'm Mr. D, and you are the juvenile who attacked Ms. Drew. First, as a principle I should tell you that punching people is wrong and you will be punished. Second, just between you and me, I give you props. That Drew girl is a demon who fell in love with clown make-up, torturous shoes, and very expensive clothes."

Thalia realized what he just said, and she realized it was a very un-principle thing to say. Mr. D said, "Now that I have told you those two things, you shall be punished, but not severely. Your schedule will be changed, so you don't have Drew in your class, butbthat is not your punishment, it is your reward. Your punishment is that you have to apologize to the de- I mean, girl you punched. To be sure you do not injure her further I shall supervise it. Let me get your schedule and we will go to Ms. Drew."

Thalia was relieved- it didn't seem that she would be punished too badly, except for having to apologize. Thalia wasn't too good at apologizing, even when she meant it. She had too much pride and hated standing down. So when Mr. D came back to take Thalia to apologize to Drew, who had been bandaged at the nurse's office and sent to her 6th period, Thalia had the perfect apology worked out in her head.

Mr. D walked down the empty hallways until they got to Drew's 6th period. Everyone had been writing notes, and when the principle walked in with Thalia, they all turned and gawked at them. Mr. D jerked his head in Drew's direction. Thalia smiled and walked over.

Thalia did a very low curtsy, with her pretend skirt, at Drew, and then said to Drew, in a high, timid tone, "Your greatness, I am so, so very sorry I caused hurt to your face. Do you think you could ever forgive me?"

Drew smiled, apparently flattered, and said, "Aw, Thalia, I know you would come around. Of course I can forgive you."

Thalia smiled an innocent smile and asked, "If I may, your superiorness, can I say something else."

"Why of course."

"I think you should get a bandage on your whole face- it would improve your looks, and improve the mood's of the people around you. Thank you, your stupidness." Thalia then skipped out of the laughter filled room. When Mr. D came out of the room he seemed to be smiling himself. Thalia looked down, trying to look abashed. It didn't work.

As soon as Mr. D closed the door, Thalia said, very loudly, "Did you see the look on her face? I totally fooled her. She really thought I would just l lie down and be her slave. She's got serious ego issues. This girl isn't laying down for anyone, especially that primped up little artificial walking hair spray bottle."

Mr. D just raised an eyebrow and shook his head at Thalia's lame insults. Thalia kept victoriously humming, 'We are the Champions,' under her breathe. Mr. D took her back into the office and handed Thalia her schedule, telling her the next time she acted up would be her last. Thalia nodded and headed to her 7th period class.

Thalia walked through the door of her 7th period class, looking for familiar faces. She saw Annabeth sitting at the front of the class, reading a book. 'Figures,' Thalia thought. Thalia walked over to Annabeth and plunked her stuff down on Annabeth's desk. It worked; Annabeth shot up like rocket and asked Thalia, "Who dare disrupt me?"

"It is I, Madame Thalia Grace, here seeking entertainment from the Old Wise One."

"Shut up, I'm not that old."

"Really. I thought you were. You have enough wrinkles to be." Thalia said teasingly referring to Annabeth's worry lines on he forehead.

"Again, shut your trap, before I shut it for you."

That got Thalia telling everything about her day; start to finish. When she was done Annabeth was almost crying out of laughter. Thalia gloated "And that's not even the best part, because my schedule got changed I don't have Drew in any of my classes, so I got the last laugh. And it was the best last laugh a girl could wish for, everyone else laughed at her too." Thalia finished talking right when the bell rang for the start of class.

A/N: Please, I love constructive criticism.