I had like no inspiration so this chapter was so hard to write.

TheKookieKing11- Remember, ambrosia and nectar don't exist. They're attempting to make one, but obviously it didn't turn out exactly like nectar. That's why it's still an experiment.

"Percy, you okay?" Grover said waving his hand in my face.

"Huh?" my head shot up. "Yeah."

"You fell asleep," he hissed. "Mrs. Dodds is passing the tests out."

I quickly sat up in my seat pretending that I didn't fall asleep in the first five minutes of class. Mrs. Dodds slammed the test on my desk giving me a dirty look like always.

"You have until this period ends," she said. "No cheating!"

I saw some students roll their eyes. I saw the Stoll brothers exchanging sneaky glances. Maybe I should've stayed asleep.

I got started on my test, but I didn't even know half the things listed here. I should've paid more attention. I heard snickers coming from the side.

I looked over and saw Connor pointing at the floor, and Travis laughing his head off.

"Silence!" Mrs. Dodds said. "Unless you want detention."

Travis raised his hand, stifling his laughter.

"Yes, what is it, Mr. Stoll?" she said.

"There's a stink bomb ready to go off in thirty seconds right below you," he said.

Mrs. Dodds looked down. "Don't be stupid, Mr. Stoll. There's nothing."

"Made you look," Connor whispered.

"It's in the form of a spider, so maybe you didn't notice, but it's there," Travis reassured. "Everyone else should evacuate."

We ran out of our seats. The bomb exploded before we even went out the door.

"Hey, that wasn't even thirty seconds!" Grover protested.

Connor made a tut tut sound. "It was a trick, my dear Grover. A trick."

"Stolls!" Mrs. Dodds said gagging. "Detention for both of you!"

"But Mrs. Dodds, you don't have proof that they did it," I said quickly. I didn't want them to get detention after what I saw. "They only said that they saw it, and they got the timing wrong too. So you have no proof that they did it."

"Wow, Percy. Have you been studying or something?" Sloan laughed.

I scowled at him.

"Please remain silent, Mr. Sloan," Mrs. Dodds snapped. "I'll let them go for now."

"That's what she always says when she fails," Connor said rolling his eyes. "Thanks, Perce."

I gave him a grin.

"Back to testing!" she said.

"But it's too smelly to think!" someone said.

"Ditch!" Travis said, and we cheered.

We pushed each other besides Mrs. Dodds's complaints.

"Woo!" Travis said.

We separated into different directions.

"We have about half the class left," Grover grinned. "What do you want to do?"

I shrugged. "By any chance, do you know Annabeth's favorite books?"

Grover gave me a puzzled look. "I only know the ones she enjoyed as a kid."

"That's good enough," I said. "It might help get Annabeth back. Tell me."

Grover brightened up and started listing books. "Well, she always liked Classical Greek Architecture. She probably had a whole bunch of other architecture books. And when she was around seven or eight, she liked Treasure Island, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and I think Gulliver's Travels. Oh, and she also enjoyed Little Women."

"Thanks," I said.

"Anytime, Perce."

"Normally I'd help you sneak into the kitchen and get some enchiladas, but it's still closed off," I said. "You have any ideas?"

"Juniper's first class got canceled today," he suggested. "She should be outside."

"Okay," I said.

We went outside and saw her looking up at a tree.

"Hey," I said.

She smiled. "Hey, Percy. Hey, Grover."

"So, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Listening to the trees," she said.

"What are they saying?" Grover asked.

"This one's frustrated," she said. "The walls are too high and it can't see what's happening outside."

"Makes sense," he said.

They talked a bit about trees, and I spaced out. I had no idea what they were saying.

"Oh look. There's the bell," Juniper said. "I'll see you two later!"

She gave Grover a hug and went to her next class.

"Uh…" Grover's face was all red.

"You should make a move on her," I said. "You guys obviously like each other."

"But, what if she doesn't?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just ask her out. Don't let the girl make the first move!"

Grover rolled his eyes. "Even if I did and she said yes, there'd be no where to take her."

"The school's big. It's bound to have some secrets," I said, and I wished I could sew my mouth shut.

He laughed. "Sure."

Bianca was waiting for me at my second class.

"Hey Grover," she said. "I need to talk to Percy for a minute."

"Okay," he said. He looked between us, probably wondering what we were going to talk about, then went in.

"We're ditching," she said, walking away from the classroom.

"What?" I said. "We are?"

"Well, you are following me to the library right now," she said.

"Oh, right. Didn't notice," I said. She was so smooth, unlike me.

"I have the list right here," she said waving a sheet of torn notebook paper in front of me.

"Grover told me some other books she used to like," I said.

She smiled. "That's great."

"Aren't you two supposed to be in class right now?" the librarian asked.

"Uh…" I said.

"Ditching? Not a problem," he said, waving his hand. "You two aren't the first. Just don't cause too much trouble."

"Yes, sir," Bianca said before I could say anything.

"So, what are we looking for first?" I asked.

"Great Expectations," she said. "By Charles Dickens."

We found it quickly, but there were multiple copies, though not as much as Pride and Prejudice. We quickly checked all of them, but no note.

"I guess not that one then," Bianca said, crossing off the title. "Let's see… Oh, Shakespeare! Midsummer Night's Dream."

"I hate Shakespeare," I groaned.

And surprise, surprise. Multiple copies.

"I think she might have left a note in this one," Bianca said getting a stool. "And Percy. Don't tease me about my height."

I grinned. "Wasn't planning on it. But now that you mention it, you are pretty… short."

She hit my head with a copy of Midsummer Night's Dream.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!"

She just shook her head and grinned.

I pulled out another copy of the book. I scrolled through the pages and it stopped in the middle where a note was sticking out.

"Bianca, here," I said.

She took the note from me and read it out loud.

"Dear whoever is reading this:

Those blood tests aren't a good sign. They change something in your DNA causing some strange results. Some play with your brain and the whole thought process.

But they're still in prototype-mode so it's an experiment. That's right. They're using us as experiments. I have an idea what they might be doing for detention, but it's really farfetched.

As for me, I got a blood test when I entered this school which was when I was about thirteen. I don't remember it all exactly, and I've figured out why. I can't remember much from my life at home. I only know a few details like they weren't good to me, and I felt like the odd one out. And then I ran away.

Anyway, back to the point. They injected something in me which tampered with my memory. I forgot some things, and I feel like some things never really happened. I think that they changed some things in my memory.

But I believe there's a way to reverse that. I don't know how, but I think so. Be careful of those so-called blood tests.

Please place this in another random book. Thank you.

-Ath. C.

(Annabeth Chase)"

"Give me that," I said. I pulled out a random book which turned out to be Dr. Seuss. Bianca gave me a look that said Really? as I put it in there.

"It's so thin though," she said. "Won't it be too obvious?"

"But I don't think they'll be looking at Dr. Seuss in the first place," I said.

Bianca sighed. "You have a weird way of thinking."

"So I've been told."

Bianca laughed and checked off her list. "Next up. Don Quixote."

We spent the whole class time searching the library. We found a note in Don Quixote which said that this definitely wasn't a school. No school has teachers that cuss at you. And she said that she saw a teacher hitting a student.

"Dang," I said. Bianca nodded in agreement.

"A World History of Architecture," Bianca said. "This one shouldn't be too hard."

No note in that one. Bianca kept listing off books, but we only found notes in three more in the list. Annabeth had a whole lot of books.

One of them said how the school shouldn't just have two floors. The building was structured to have more than two floors. Maybe they only allow students to access two floors?

The second one talked about Mr. D. His real name was Dionysus, and it was strange that he was working here because he works for Olympus. He owned a wine company. He seems to hate this job, yet he's worked here for a very long time.

The third one talked about the strange packages the school sometimes got. She doesn't know what's in them, but it seemed suspicious. The camera didn't focus well on the objects.

The bell rang. "Classes ended," Bianca said. "Do you want to stay or leave?"

"Stay," I said. "I want to see how much more we can find."

"Sure," she said. "I thought you'd say that so I got some chips from the store during one of our short breaks. Don't let the librarian notice though."

She took out a small bag of chips from her backpack.

"Thanks," I said and opened it. "Let's look for Treasure Island next."

"Sure thing." She went on the library computer and did a search. She gave me a sheepish smile. "I never heard of it before, and I'm kind of tired."

"You can go if you want," I said.

"It's fine," she said. "Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson."

"Fancy name."

She nodded. "There are five copies of it. Let's just hope there's a note in one of them."

Luckily, there was.

Dear to whoever is reading this:

A new girl named Rachel Elizabeth Dare came. She's the daughter of Mr. Dare of Dare Enterprises. Really rich. I don't know why he would send her here.

They gave her a "blood test" and something weird happened. I went to go talk to her, to see if there were any side effects. Of course, that took some time since you can't go up to a stranger and just say, "Hello. I'm wondering if that blood test made you go crazy or something."

Turns out that she can foretell some things in the future, but they're really vague. I don't know how this will turn out. She can't control her ability, so thoughts come to her randomly. I wonder if she'll have a prediction about this school soon.

Like always, please put this in another book. Thank you.

-Ath. C.

(Annabeth Chase)

"Rachel enrolled here sometime after the second semester, almost when classes were ending," I said. "That was a year ago."

"Maybe Annabeth started these maybe a year ago? Not like right when she came here," Bianca suggested.

I nodded. "Maybe. I hope so. It's hard work looking for these notes."

"She doesn't put a date on these notes," Bianca noticed. She slipped the note inside a copy of Code Name Verity. "What other books did Grover tell you?"

"Classical Greek Architecture, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Gulliver's Travels, and Little Women," I listed.

"She has good taste in books," Bianca said. I rolled my eyes. "You should try reading them too."

"Reading will be the death of me," I said. "I'll look for the first two. You look for the other two."

"Okay," she said.

I found a note in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I remembered that my mom read it to me once and I was so confused and didn't know what the heck was going on.

Dear whoever is reading this:

A student got released today. But it's strange. He murdered people. He killed off five people, yet they just released him. I mean, there are people who got sent here because of shoplifting, and they're not released. Are murders more serious than shoplifting? Seriously.

I mean, sure that guy had detention a few times, but they claim that he's changed. I agree with them, but I don't think that change was natural. He's scared of everything. It's like a deer caught in headlights. He seems so weak. He's going into 12th grade, and the timing is really awkward. It's the middle of break!

Please put this note in another book. Thank you.

Ath. C.

(Annabeth Chase)

"Bianca, did you find anything?" I asked.

Bianca shook her head. "I checked all the copies."

"I found one," I said waving it in her face.

She scowled and skimmed through the note. She put it in a book about rocks. "I guess you do have skill in finding things."

I ignored that comment. "So, how many do you think there are?"

Bianca shrugged. "It doesn't say the dates, so it's possible that we've missed some. We're probably not going in order."

I groaned.

"I think we just need to get the basic idea of what's going on here," Bianca said. "They can't really expect us to find them all. There could be hundreds in here! I think we just need to find most of them."

"Okay," I said. "Let's take a break. I'm beat."

"I'm not surprised," Bianca said.

I stretched. "I'm going to go find Nico. You want to come?"

She raised an eyebrow, probably wondering why I wasn't looking for Grover. "Sure. Last time I saw him, he was mad at me for not letting him go to Luke's movie night."

I laughed. "He probably got over that."

"I hope you're right," Bianca said. "I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day with him. He doesn't seem to have a lot of friends."

I frowned. "That's sad."

Bianca sighed. "Well, he says that he's used to it."

She left leaving me to follow her, not even giving me a chance to ask a question.