It was a crisp April morning as the week before the high school prom approached, and Persecution Jackson (Percy for short) rose from his bed and stood in front of his mirror. After being brought back to life two thousand years before (on the day of a math test no less!), he felt weird about being newly alive again but chaotic, but good. He knew that nothing would stop him from getting to the prom, not even a few angry gods.
He put on his clothes for the day, a long blue ripped shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, with the hole in the left knee that he got from that time he went hunting with his crush Artemis. He hoped he didn't look too regular, because then he'd never get his ideal date to the prom.
Percy looked at the clock on the wall. "OH EM GEEZ!" he shouted, "I'm going to be late for school! But today is the day for buying prom tickets!" He flew out the door and grabbed an English muffin on the way out, forgetting to even add his favourite margarine.
The bus rolled past him, as he saw his friend Leo waving out the window. "Hey, Percy," Leo called through the thick glass, and Percy would not have been able to hear him were it not for his super hearing. "You missed the bus again."
"I know, idiot," Percy hissed through his nose. "I slept through my alarm again."
Leo couldn't hear him.
Percy rushed at the bus with his super speed, though he worried about burning out the rubber on his new sneakers, which he had chosen specifically to impress Artemis (A/N: girls like sneakers, right?). The odour of the Adidas logo against the pavement stung at his nose, despite the cologne he wore to cover it up.
Oh no, Percy thought in dismay. Now I will never get that prom date!
Percy passed the school bus by taking a shortcut through the lawn of Annabel's first cousin's grandparents' house, trampling the gladiolus flowers in the garden, but when he left, they grew back again in thirty seconds because of the help of Demeter. He stopped at the next bus stop, and when it screeched to a halt since it had not been oiled in a few years or decades, he stepped onto it, casting a dark glare at the bus driver, a tired old man who did not have time for this shit. His tattoo of the greek word for persecution, which he was named after, glowed with a dark aura on his hand, until Leo called out to him again, and hearing the sound of his friend's voice cooled his fury.
"Percy, over here. I want to show you my new Bakugan cards."
"Bakugan doesn't have cards, Leo," Percy said.
"Uh, yeah it does."
Percy sat next to Leo, but kept as much space between them on the bus as possible. After all, he had an image to maintain as the member of the school football team chosen by the gods, and being pals with a Bakugan player wasn't gonna do anything for him in that category.
He spent the rest of the bus ride listening to Leo tell him about the special types of plastic that the bus seat coverings were made out of after the other ones were recalled due to lead, and it really loosened Percy's gears hearing his friend talk about something that was so fascinating to him (and perhaps no one else). Were it not for Leo's niche knowledge of subjects Percy couldn't even attach a deity to, there would have been a lot of failed tests and quizzes on Percy's part.
"... And that's how they finish the processing of the plastic components," Leo finished, as the bus reached the school. There was a line-up outside, and Percy wondered why.
"This happens every year. Prom tickets go on sale, and it overcrowds the gym all at once. So they have to let a few people into school at a time."
"I can't believe so many people can afford prom," Percy said in amazement. "But still, I'm gonna be late. This super stinks!"
(A/N: omg! i hope u like the first chapter!1 XD stay tuned for the next update~)