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Previously

"Thanks for the ride," Quennel said.

"No problem." I said.

Chapter 11

Lucille's POV

"Want to sit with me?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied.

One of the differences between camp and our school is that we don't have to sit with our siblings, which is totally fine by me. I went to line up for food.

"Bean soup?" one of the dryads asked.

"No thanks." I said.

At the end of the line, all I got was two pieces of bread, a cream puff, raisin toast, soy milk for breakfast. I checked out what Quennel got and he has pancakes with maple syrup and a glass of milk.

"How come you eat so little?" I asked.

"'Cause when I woke up, I ate the blueberry crumbles leftovers," he answered.

"That's why you don't have much food, huh?"

"Yup," he said, popping the p.

After we're done, we talked.

"You look great in uniforms," he complimented.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I said.

He grabbed my hand. We both chuckled.

"What's your locker's number?" he inquired.

"Eighty nine." I replied.

"Really? Mine is next to yours." He sounded really upbeat about it.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed.

"I guess we get to see each other after every class." He seemed really happy about that.

"I got to go to class now," I said.

"Okay, bye!" he said.

I flashed him a smile and proceeded to class.

"Hey, Lucy!" I recognized the voice immediately, it's Annabella.

"What?" I asked, sounding annoyed.

"Check out that guy, he's so hot!"

Seriously? She called my name just for this.

"I thought you like Timothy!" I said.

"Yeah, but I ought to check out guys once in a while or I'll die!" She acted like that's a natural disaster or something.

"Watch how I make a move," she said.

So she walked beside that guy, Vex, I think. She got Vex's attention and threw him a flirty smile and waves her hand by wriggling her fingers. Yup, that's Annabella on a normal day. I rolled my eyes. I swear, if she wasn't a half-breed, she would definitely be an Aphrodite's kid. I got to go to homeroom now. I finally got to Ms. Peterson's room. Her classroom is actually just beside the cafeteria, but it took me ten minutes just to get there. Do you want to know why? It's because that retarded Alex kid gave me the wrong directions on purpose. I'm going to beat the crap out of him later. I ran in to the classroom just as the bell rang. Whew! I'm not late. The desks are paired together. According to the seating plan, I sit next to my sister. I walked to my desk and forced a smile at Bella.

"What took you so long?" she asked.]

"Nothing," I lied.

This teacher is so lame. She paired us up alphabetically. Just then, an old, fat lady walked in to the room.

"Good morning. I'm Ms. Peterson, daughter of Ares, and I'll be your homeroom teacher for the year. If any of you honey pies misbehave yourselves, you can meet mister and Mrs. Fists after school, and you don't want to meet them."

Okaaay, maybe she isn't so lame after all. Right now, I totally feel like I'm in military school (which I didn't sign up for). Ms. P. might have just wear a sign that says: DON'T MESS WITH MAMA. She handed out some notices and said,

"The rest of class is free period."

All of us stood up in unison and started to walk toward our buddies when she said,

"NO TALKING OR ANY FORM OF CONVERSATION WHATSOEVER!"

Obviously, Luna didn't get the message because she was caught texting. Ms. Peterson grabbed Luna's phone and said,

"Miss Brunner, you may come see me afterschool for your phone."

Luna squeaked an okay and shrank back. I feel so sorry for her. The bell finally rang, and all of us packed up as fast as we could and rushed out of the classroom. I checked my schedule and found out I have science with Mr. Carlos next. I bumped into Quennel.

"Hey! Who do you have next?" he asked.

"Mr. Carlos." I said.

"I just had him." He informed me.

"Is he good or bad?" I asked him.

Please be good, please be good. I crossed all my fingers for Mr. Carlos to be good.

"Not bad," he said.

YES! YES! YES!

"By the way, I have Ms. Peterson next," He told me.

I must have showed a face of horror, because he asked,

"Uh oh. Is she that bad?"

"She is not someone you want to mess with," I replied.

"Thanks for the heads-up, see ya." He said and hurried off toward the Tartarus of our school.

Oh no! I forgot to ask him where Mr. Carlos's classroom is.

"Hey, Lucy, you getting your way around?" I turned around and felt relieved.

"Hi, Timothy. Can you tell me where Mr. Carlos's room is?"

"It's the third on the left. He's the kind of teacher who gives a lot of homework."

He kind of crushed my hope of Mr. Carlos being a really nice teacher.

"Thanks, bye," I said to him.

I found Mr. Carlos's room and walked in. Mr. Carlos looked about in his forties and he has horns on his head. I walked over to him and said,

"Are you supposed to be a satyr?"

"Blah-ha-ha. Of course!" he answered

Are all satyrs supposed to do that? 'Cause Uncle Grover does that. If he gives a lot of homework, we would need a lot of papers. Wouldn't that kill like a ton of trees? In his classroom, all desks are by themselves. We have three rows and four desks in each row. The seating plan was drawn on the board. I am supposed to sit in the third seat in the right row. The only friend that is sitting close to me is Kaitlynn. I guess that's what you can do if you have mind reading skills. When the class is over, all of us got at least two homework assignment. I found out that we're expected to write on the computer and e-mail our finished assignment to Mr. Carlos. All the classes went by and it's lunch. I was walking by my sister and we were going toward the cafeteria.

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