As the ground reached towards me the spikes seemed to look sharper and somewhat scarier. I twisted my body around and focused on removing my panic. I slowed my heart beat and i began to feel like I was falling in slow-motion. In what was really a split second realisation i reached out with my mind and clenched an invisible hand around the top of the violently shaking wall. I stopped abruptly and as if i was attached to a rope i sung into the wall crashing my knee against the rock wall. The pain convulsed through my body but i was relieved that a grazed, possibly bruised knee was the worst of my injuries. So far. I jogged over the running track and crawled under the camouflage nets. I swung across the rope course and leapt from monkey bar to monkey bar, swinging tyre to swinging tyre, my knee only slightly bothering me. Struggled through the pool of muddy water that was more mud than it was water. I finished the course dripping with mud and sweat. I looked at my time table and discovered that I had that course every day of the week. I looked around at the others who weren't really bothered by the workout and i realised that this happened everyday for everyone and you had to learn to get used to it.

The rest of the day was just Maths, followed by history and succeeding that we had science. Now although these are normal subjects this isn't your ordinary school so maths was maths but history was a whole other matter. Our teacher Mr Chochran had a strange take on the ancient greek myths.
"The Greek myths were not just myths." Chochran told us. "Greek science was much more advanced than we originally believed. Charles Ernest Beule, a french archaeologist studied ancient Greece. At the age of 47 in the year of 1873, just a year before he died Beule discovered something remarkable. The bones of Heracles. The famous Greek warrior who, according to myth, had super strength. Attached to his very well preserved bones a small part of muscle tissue, a part of the sarcomere, that had been injected with an ancient version of steroids. This version seems to effect the mind therefore making Heracles not extremely smart but it was constantly working and he was thus given super strength." The teacher allowed this to sink in as the students gaped at him. A blond girl at the back of the class put her hand up.
"Sir?" She asked.
"Yes Kassandra?" Mr Chochran replied.
"Who is Heracles sir?"
"Well Kassandra have you heard of Hercules?" Kassandra nodded. "Well that is Heracles before the romans took him. When the Romans conquered the greeks they... inherited the Greek gods and some of their heroes. They changed the names and altered their personalities a little although they were technically the same gods. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes sir." Kassandra replied.
"Good. does anyone else have any questions?"
"Yes sir." A dark haired boy at the back put his hand up. The boy was covered in head to toe in dark green scales.
"Alright Reid what is it?"
"What about Achilles sir?
"Well Another archaeologist, Charles Lenormat..."

The history class went on for some time like this and Mr Chonchran had a reason for everything, the driads were girls with mutated skin, Medusa had poison dipped into her hair to give it a mind of its own like a girl at the back with long black hair.

Science was next and that was the greatest of all, blowing stuff up. We were sent outside to mix chemicals that reacted so violently towards each other the only person that wasn't behind the protective was our fire proof teacher Mrs Chambers.

At dinner I saw my brother and beaconed to him to sit with me. He scowled at me then smiled. Not a friendly smile. A smile I new to well as his "I'm up to mischief and there is no way in the world he can stop me" smile. He whispered something to his friend who then came over to me and said.
"Hey, can I sit here?"
"Shure" I replied, not understanding my brothers intentions, "there's no one else here." I continued sullenly. The boy smiled and razed his finger into the air and back down to me. I looked at him confused than he said in my slightly deep voice, "Shure, there's no one else here." My eyes widened suddenly and I looked around for Alex. He was nowhere in sight. The boy yelled "Food fight!" in a perfect replication of my voice and a sausage roll flew over my shoulder and smashed a kid in the back of the head. I turned around annd looked at the wall behind me. Then I looked at the kid the roll hit. He though his newly sauced roll and it hit me square in the face. Then. All hell broke loose. suddenly food was everywhere. flying across the room. tables were overturned, a caturpult was made out of thin air, literally it was a caterpult made out of air. it through chips, sausages, burgers and more. One kid was throwing food into the air and the boy from my history class was flicking them with his crocodile tail. One incredibly fat kid was in one corner and was using his super long tongue to snatch food out of the air like a frog would flies. I was trapping any in mid air as soon as they came close. Soon I had a sort of dome around me made from food. Suddenly I decided if I was going to get blamed i my as well join in. I pushed and my dome exploded with such forse that even the fat boy was nocked off his feet by one of my flying hamburgers. I hit one kid who had been flying around in the wing and he spiralled to the ground.
"Who is responsible for this!" The people left standing after my explosion were thrown to the ground by the force of the voice. I could feel the sound waves that sent me flying to the back of the room.I sat up and saw Zeus at the doorway and everyones fingers pointing at me.

A/N: James is in trouble but how will he get out of it. find out in the next chapter of project olympus. Read about James and alex soon.

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