Summer vacation started last week, but I'm still going to school for like three more weeks for this camp... So I might not update much, but I'll try to update more often. I'm thinking of just deleting my OC story and writing a new one. This chapter's kinda short, but oh well.

Leoiscool (Guest)- Like I said earlier, I want to go in order of the books because I have them written down in order of the books, but I didn't write them down from mid-SOM and onward.

"I tucked it in my pocket, a little nervous, because I was famous for losing pens at school." –The Lightning Thief p. 154

The bell rang as we all rushed to our seats in first period. Mrs. Dodds came in with her usual leather jacket and ugly face.

"Okay, everyone. Please get out your notebooks and a writing utensil," she said.

I rummaged through my backpack and got out my torn up and scribbled-over notebook. I stuck my arm in my backpack to find a pencil or a pen. I was certain that I had a pen in here somewhere. My desire of not having a pencil case was showing its consequences right now.

"Oh no," I muttered. I shoved my face in my backpack, but only found some crumpled up paper, failed tests, and some other weird things. But no writing utensil.

"Grover!" I hissed. "You have a pencil?"

Grover looked at me and wiggled his pencil. Only pencil, he mouthed.

I sighed.

"Is there a problem back there, Mr. Jackson?" Mrs. Dodds said in her sickly sweet voice.

"Um, I lost my pen," I said, feeling embarrassment wash over me as everyone turned to stare at me.

Mrs. Dodds snarled. "Well, Perseus Jackson, you should know that you should not use a pen in math class."

"But you said to take out a writing utensil, and a pen's a writing utensil," I blurted.

I heard murmurs among the class like "Ooooh," and "Good one."

"Fine, Mr. Jackson," she said curling her lip. "I'll give you a spare pencil and pen, but that is it."

During second period, Mr. Aldin's history class, the same thing happened.

"Notebook and writing utensil please," he said. "And please open your textbook to chapter seven."

I got out another notebook that was in the same condition as my other ones. I dug around in my backpack for the pencil and pen Mrs. Dodds gave me. It wasn't there.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, but it wasn't there either.

I sighed and raised my hand.

"Yes, what is it Mr. Jackson?" Mr. Aldin said.

"I lost my pen and pencil," I muttered.

"Again?" Nancy snickered, and I gave her a glare.

"Here you go," he said and threw me a pen. "Please don't lose that one."

Period 3, Mr. Nicoll's English class.

"Pen and notebook please! Pen and notebook," he said.

I threw my notebook on the table, confident that I had a pen with me.

"You have it with you right?" Grover whispered, as if knowing what I was thinking about.

"Yeah," I said. "Wait… No… I don't. What the heck!"

"Is something the problem, Percy?" Mr. Nicoll asked.

"He must've lost his pen again!" Nancy shouted out and the whole class laughed.

"Did you?" Mr. Nicoll asked.

I nodded, my head in my hands.

Mr. Nicoll sighed. "It's English class. You're supposed to have a pen."

He handed me a pen and started the lesson.

"This time, I'm 100% sure that I have my pen with me," I said proudly.

I put the pen in my pockets and double-checked before leaving class.

"Whatever you say, man," Grover said.

We entered our favorite class; Mr. Brunner's Latin class.

"Please take out a writing utensil!" Mr. Brunner said. "We're having a pop quiz."

"I'm not ready for the quiz, but I'm ready material-wise," I said.

I reached in my pocket from my pen, and panic filled my body. It wasn't there. I reached inside my other pocket, but it wasn't there either. It must've fallen out during passing period!

"Mr. Brunner?" I said raising my hand.

"Yes, what is it Percy?" he said.

"I lost my pen again," I said.

Mr. Brunner smiled. "Well, you're getting known for losing pens, Mr. Jackson." He pulled a pen out of his pocket. "Please bring your own writing utensil in the future."

"I don't get it!" I said the next day. "Do my backpacks and pockets have holes in them or something?"

"Hey, Percy," Nancy called. "You need a pen?" She and her group started laughing.

"No, I don't," I said through gritted teeth.

"You sure?" Grover asked once they were out of earshot.

"Yeah," I said. "I have a pen around my neck, one on my collar, one in each pocket, and another in my backpack."

I ignored the looks of people pointing and laughing at me. News probably spread about how much I lost pens in a day.

"Percy," he started. "I hate to tell you this, but—"

"But what?" I said impatiently. We were right in front of Mrs. Dodds' class, and the bell was about to ring.

"You don't have any pens."

"What?!" I checked the one hung on a string around my neck. It wasn't there. I checked the one hung on my shirt collar. It also wasn't there. I shoved my hands in my pockets. Wasn't there. Desperately, I checked my backpack.

"Oh, no," I groaned.