So here's the new chapter! I hope you like the new character and new 'upbeat' tone of the story

So I'm just required to say that I do NOT own PJO

Thanks and hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4: The 8th Grade Glarer

Gerard POV

"Come on Gerard," my sister yelled as she banged on my door "first day of school, dummy!"

I sat up in bed and ran my fingers through my long, light brown hair that girls adored so much.

First day of school, dummy

I sighed and went to my bathroom. My reflection grimaced at my messy hair and drooping eyes.

I took a shower and came out feeling revitalized. I changed into my new school uniform.

Lame, I thought, but I had to smile when I looked at myself in the mirror.

Perfect light brown eyes and white smile, matching perfectly with my marine blue school coat and brown pants.

"No fights you two, okay?"

We were sitting at the dining table in my mom's house. Expensive china lined the walls, we sat on expensive mahogany chairs and we ate…cereal.

Yes, out of all the fancy breakfasts to match our house, the classiest had to be cereal.

"Alright" said my sister, mouth full of milk and Fruit Loops. She put down her spoon and it clattered onto her empty plate. "Come on, I'm done, let's go"

I sighed and stood. My mom led us to her BMW and drove us to Jade Middle & High in the beautiful city of New York.

I guess you'd love to know, everyone does. My name is Gerard Michaels. I'm a C straight student, not that I don't try, but I got this thing that doesn't let concentrate and this other thing that doesn't let me read, DHAD and dyslexia or something. Most doctors are impressed with me; they expect most people with my condition to get D's and F's. Of course, in P.E I usually get top grades, at least in my old school.

I got kicked out of my old school, Meriwether for absolutely no reason. The Buddhist headmaster muttered something about bad Carmen and expelled me.
So now I'm joining this new private school. I hope teachers like students that look like they just had a twelve-pack of coke every day.

I know most of you girls will be clambering for my number but I ain't got a cell phone. My mom doesn't seem to trust me with one.

Back to the story.

I got off in front of this huge blue building with hundreds of students pouring in the front doors, kids ranging from around 12 years old to almost college age.

I followed the massive crowd in and walked towards a building that looked like classrooms.

"Whoa" I looked around at the place. There were tons of different buildings along with the one I was heading for. There was a running track and basketball courts and a big gym.

Inside, there were doors spread out across six floors. All labeled with year groups. I walked over to a door with a paper stuck on it saying 'Freshmen'.

In the classroom, a bunch of kids sat in tiny circles, getting to know each other or greeting old friends.
I dropped my bag onto an empty seat. I walked over to what seemed like the biggest of the circles. A girl dropped her pencil case and pens, markers, colored pencils, etc. scattered on the floor, as if to say: "Hooray! Freedom"

I dropped to the floor next to her and began helping her out, picking up stray pencils that were too far for her to reach. Finally, we got them all back in her blue pencil case and we stood up.

She was pretty, I guess. She wore a sweater, the same color as my jacket and a short, brown skirt. She had blonde pigtails and slightly colorless blue eyes. I guess you could call them grey.

"Thanks" she held out her hand "I'm Tracy, nice to meet you"

I shook it smoothly. Not too hard, not to loosely. I smiled coolly.

"I'm Gerard, nice to meet you too"

The group of kids that had been talking next to us quieted down a bit. A girl with blond hair and blue eyes stared at me in awe.

"You're Gerard Michaels?"

I nodded.

"The one who led the Meriwether team to the New York Middle School Finals, scored 8 three-pointers all by himself and won the game 68 to 33?"

Already famous at your new school, G-man.

"Pretty much" I said, in a voice that said 'That's old news, I hear some of this new stuff I got'.

"What else have you done recently?" asked a brunette, leaning towards me.

Bingo.

"Well, I only-"

The door opened and the class got into their seats pretty quickly considering the mess they had been a second before and as I took my seat I saw the girl mouth 'T-T-Y-L'.

I grinned and mouthed 'Kay'.

SNAP

Most of the class winced. In fact, I was the only one who didn't.

"You!"

A young looking teacher with sandy brown hair glared at me.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, with fake curiosity. He was about to ask why I hadn't followed the rest of the class to the floor.

"How come you're not French kissing the marble? It's clean you know, or are you just too scared to react?"

I flashed my teeth apologetically.

"My old coach used to do that to me all the time" It was true, back on the team we had gotten this new coach in the middle of the year because our old one had gotten carted off to a hospital. Apparently he moved so little and held up sports magazines for too long that he had gotten a blood cot in his right wrist.
We didn't really listen to coaches back then so to get our attention, the new supervisor dropped his clipboard on the floor and made us cringe. I guess I'd gotten used to the sound after hearing it so many times.

The teacher grinned at me.

"You a sportsman, kid?"

"Yes, sir" We exchanged some private joke and then the teacher carried on with the rest of the class.

His name was Mike Forest, he would be our homeroom teacher for the rest of the year. After the bell rung, we filed to class, and after that lunch.

In the cafeteria I saw this kid in a corner; he looked like an 8th grader and I could swear he was glaring at me. When he caught my eye he nodded slowly and turned his head. I followed his gaze and saw this crowd of 7th graders, the kid near the edge was pale. I somehow got the feeling I knew these two people. I had never seen them in my life, but I felt a connection to them in my gut.

"Hey," someone tapped my shoulder and I saw the three girls from my class. "What's up?"

I suddenly realized I didn't like them. Flirty girls were not my type. I mean, I love attention, but whenever girls like these come close to me, I feel kind of aggravated.

I managed to avoid them with an excuse so feeble I can't even remember it. I got my lunch and sat with the other freshmen at a table in front of the 8th graders.

"Hello again, Gerard" I turned, expecting to see the girls I'd just ditched, but instead I saw Tracy and smiled.

"Hey, Tracy" I felt suddenly curious about the kid sitting behind us "I'm wondering, have you been to this school before?"

"Yeah, ever since I started Middle school, why?" she frowned slightly.

"Do you know who that kid is? There in the corner" I gestured, then blushed as I realized that the kid was still watching me. I turned quickly and picked up my fork.

"No," said Tracy, unperturbed "I think he's new here"

Okay, I knew that the other one must be new too, you know, common sense. There was no 6th grade here.

Suddenly there was a loud 'CRACK' and the far wall exploded.

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Well, thanks for reading and I just got to say that they are NOT going to camp any time soon.