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Percy
I wonder why schools like to hire monsters. Centaur? Go teach Latin. Chiron wasn't bad, though. He's awesome.
Laistrygonians? Go be a new student. Manticore? You're now vice principal! Emposai? Go be a nice cheerleader, why not? Fury? Algebra is perfect! Don't they do math in the Underworld?
No. Just no.
I walked to my locker, the same one as I had before I left. Stupid Hera.
Whispers erupted amount the students.
"Who is he?"
"Why is his hood up?"
"Is he athletic?"
Why would you even ask that? Do you want me to join the football team? That's a terrible idea. People would think that I'm cheating. Or the smart ones will wonder why I'm that fast or whatever, and if I'm a demigod.
Well, it's basically a manhunt, so I won't join.
The swim team, however...
I reached my locker. Stupid ADHD.
"Hey, you may want to ask for another locker. The last guy that used this locker disappeared. Plus, he was a loser." I looked up. Another jock.
"Uh huh. Entertain me."
"Sure. What's your name?"
"Well, I'm the last guy to own this locker. I'm Percy Jackson."
Silence settled. Heheh. Silence settled. Silence settled, silence settled...
Stupid Percy! Focus.
But Annabeth...
But the jock...
"Oh. Loser, remember me? I'm Justin."
"Alright Beiber, what were you saying?"
"Whatever. Lower your hood, Jackson!"
"Shush! Paul doesn't know I'm here yet."
"To hell if I care!"
"Give me a break. I ran from Long Island last night, and I'm tired! Let me into my locker."
"You know, I bet that you're one of those loser demigods. You disappear a ton, and you're a loser!"
"Don't push it, dude."
"Hey! I just..."
"Look, I need to get to class." I lowered my hood. "Let me into the locker."
He reluctantly moved. "Mark my words..."
"I'm not listening, blah blah blah..."
I threw my stuff into the locker. Then I steadily walked to Paul's class.
He called attendance.
"...Michelle Irance..."
"Present!"
"...Percy Jackson...wait..."
"Here!"
He looked up. He screamed at me, "GO OUTSIDE! MY GODS, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!"
I winced. "Paul, we are still in the beginning of class."
"I don't care. Several months... No scaring me! Or your mother, she was so shocked..."
"I doubt it. She's used to it."
"But still..."
"Paul!" I whispered into his ear. "No screaming. I was kinda kidnapped. And the Mist is down, Hecate has died, the gods have revealed themselves, and demigods are now hunted. You're furthering suspicion!"
He paled. "Alright." He turned back to the list. "Symphony Mayberry!"
"Uh, here!"
He finished the list. Then he motioned me to go outside.
He shut the door behind him.
"What possessed you to believe..."
"Paul, Hera kidnapped me, took my memories, the Roman gods are real, three demigods released her, I was trained the Roman way, freed Thanatos, we had another prophecy, the Prophecy of the Seven, or the Second Great Prophecy, went on this boat, found the Athena Parthenos, kinda, umm..."
"Kinda what?" His voice was full of curiosity and danger.
"Umm, IkindafellintoTartarusforAnnabethandweventuredthrough, but we're alive. Umm, Gaea woke up..."
"Hold on, what?"
"Gaea woke up..."
"Before that."
"I kinda... fell into Tartarus for Annabeth and ee ventured through, umm, hell together?"
"My gods, Percy."
"Well, Gaea woke up, and we fought her off, blah blah blah, Mist fell, we're hunted, and here I am."
"Any umm, small details you left out?"
"I actually was possessed by an eidolon, trapped in a fish tank, almost drowned in oily water, as well as super mud in Alaska, and we were in a huge flying warship called the Argo ll. So, yeah, also took a month long trip to Greece, only to stay there for a couple days, and got slapped back to Long Island."
"Meaning what?"
"I mean that Zeus slapped our ship back to Long Island."
"We need to talk more about how going through hell affected your wellbeing and will affect the family"
"I lost a ton of weight."
"You couldn't afford that."
"Hey! I'm not scrawny!"
"Never said you were."
"By the way..."
I lifted my shirt.
"HOLY MOTHER OF ZEUS! HOLY SH*T!"
"Paul! Calm down."
"I'm calm. Ish."
"Let's talk later."
"And by the way, Percy... You're mom is pregnant."
Sorry for the sucky filler chapter. Also sorry for Paul being OOC. That's how I invisioned him to act in this situation. So sorry.