Percy was walking through the hallways, with sunglasses on. A few of his teachers made gestures to try and make him take them of, but it didn't work. Percy came closer to his classroom, and sighed. He didn't like english literature class. He was wondering why he chose this class, while he was walking into the room. He put his bag down on a table at the back of the room and sat down. More students started to walk into the room, but the teacher didn't come in. Percy thought that was weird - usually Mr. Harolds was right on time.
After five minutes, a woman came into the class. She had blond hair, and Percy could have sworn he had seen the storm-grey eyes before. His brain flashed an image of a dark cinema, and suddenly he realised who the woman was. He sighed. This was going to be a bumpy ride.
Athena looked around the room. 'Your usual teacher is sick, and I am the substitute teacher for today.' She put her bag on the ground, and got a pen out of it. 'So, literature. You are all reading 'Lord Of The Flies,' I thought?' Everyone in the classroom groaned. A girl in the front nodded slowly. Athena put her hair behind her ear. 'Everyone, just... read where you left of.' Everyone slowly opened their books, and started reading. Except for Percy. A grin spread across his face.
He stood up. 'Miss, I need to go to the bathroom! Can I go to the bathroom?' Athena looked at him. 'I don't know. Can you?' She asked. The entire class sighed deeply. 'Yes I can, miss!' Percy said, as he skipped towards the door. In the door frame, he stopped. He looked at Athena. 'She you never, Athena!' He said, and he sprinted down the hallway, to the boys' bathroom. He heard Athena scream in the background, but didn't listen to hear what she was saying.
The next period was Ancient Greek. Percy new that the last chapter was going to be Greek Mythology, starting today. He shook his head, knowing that today they would be talking about how kind all the Olympians were. He sat down, waiting for Paul. He walked into the room, but he wasn't alone. Some dude with blue eyes and dark brown hair was standing behind him. Again, Percy thought that he recognized the new person. 'Class, today this person will be helping us.' 'What's his name?' Some boy called out. Paul didn't answer, which slightly concerned Percy.
Paul started rattling of the names of all the Olympians. Percy smiled at Paul when he heard Poseidon being mentioned. Paul smiled back, but before he started talking about Hades Percy had tuned out again. A few times, the trainee would say some information. Percy couldn't help but feel like he recognized the voice. But he was sure he had heard it more often than the voices of most of the gods.
At least, they arrived at the twelfth Olympian. He told the class about the weird culture in Greece, how some people would see Hestia as the twelfth Olympian and others Dionysus. 'Hestia is better,' Percy muttered. Paul grinned, but the trainee focused his gaze on Percy. 'Why do you think that, young man?' He asked. Percy rolled his eyes.
'Hestia is the sweet goddess of the hearth fire, who never hurt anybody. Dionysus once drove the entire female population of Athens crazy after they killed his favorite human or whatever.' 'Do you consider that weird in a modern day context?' Percy raised his eyebrows. 'Yes, that is weird in the modern day, obviously. Also, Hestia stayed sweet in the modern day while Dionysus became a total weirdo. Don't ask, I just know that.'
The trainee raised his left hand, and shrugged. Suddenly, Percy recognized that he had purple streaks in his hair. Percy reached to his own blue streaks, the result of the Stolls prank. 'Wait...' the stagiair winked. Percy didn't say anything, and ran out of the classroom.
He hid in the library, where he decided to read some things Annabeth had given him. After he read about three pages, he felt someone looking at his back. He looked around, and saw the the usual librarian was gone. A woman with brown eyes was reading through one of the books. She looked into his eyes. Percy immediately turned around and walked back to the boys' bathroom. 'Demeter too? Why?' He muttered to himself.
The next period, Percy took a deep breath before walking into the room. He decided that if there was another god in front of the class, he would just go home. Percy pushed open the door, and peaked at the teacher. On first glance, it looked just like misses Baker. So he sat down in his usual place. 'Misses Baker' looked at him - and Percy recognized Zeus's black eyes. He picked up his bag and power walked out of the classroom.
Percy came home early, and his mother noticed. 'Percy, didn't you have school to quarter past three today? Percy put his bag down. 'The Olympian gods have infiltrated my school. One of them played as Paul's trainee. I will look if they are gone tomorrow.' Sally shrugged and sighed. 'It's okay, Percy. I'll call the school and say you got sick.'