Chapter 2
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Percy's POV
I was sitting alone trying to ignore the stares as the whole school was systematically informed that there was a national manhunt for me when I was 12 until it turned out I had been kidnapped, that I was involved with burning down school gyms and blowing up school buses, that I had never lasted more than a year at one school without being expelled. I knew exactly what they were thinking, and I realised that any hope of new friends had died with the first person to think 'who the hell was this lunatic'.
"Perseus Jackson" someone called out. Holy Hera, I could the rest of my life without hearing that name and it would still be too soon.
"Yes, that's me." I was trying not to be rude, but my frustrations were getting to me.
"I'm Ms. Lohan, the school counsellor," Oh my gods! Could she speak any louder, "Can you come with me please?"
"Sure." She was acting like I had a choice. You don't say no to the school counsellor.
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She took me into an office down the hall. It had big windows and was painted in bright colours, it was almost artificially cheerful. "In light of your record the principle asked me to check up on you every on so often." She smiled like she hadn't just said 'the principle thinks you're a lunatic and wants me to give you therapy because he doesn't have a valid reason to kick you out yet'.
"Yeah about my record, um, am I on like probation or something? Cause they did that at other schools sometimes," this was so awkward, I mean everything I said to her was probably going to be a lie.
"We're not here to talk about that. I'd like to know a bit more about friends, family, anything you'd like to talk about." This lady was good at changing the subject I'll give her that.
"Well, most of my friends are from a camp I go to in the summer, I don't have any good friends from school, for obvious reasons" I decided to talk, but only because I knew from experience if I was silent, I was guaranteed a second 'chat'. "I met my girlfriend, Annabeth, at camp too. We were going to go to college together, but I have to repeat senior year. I hope to start catching up next year." It was all true, technically.
"So, Annabeth, tell me about her," this lady should be an actress!
"We've been friends since we were twelve, but we started dating when we were sixteen. She's really smart, she's studying architecture." My Wise Girl. I left out all the major stuff obviously, if I told her we fought titans together and survived Tartarus without ending up in a mental institution, Annabeth would murder me if I messed school up.
"What about your relationship?" this was more than just the counsellor checking up on a new student, even one with a record like mine. I have a feeling this won't be the last time I'm in the counsellor's office.
"I would trust her with my life," in fact saved my life on multiple occasions. The bell rang, and I was officially late for maths.
"Well I better let you go to class," she handed me a slip of paper, "Give this to your teacher, I don't want you to get in trouble on account of me."
"Thanks, I guess."
High school is so much more complicated than it sounds. Annabeth is lucky I love her, or I would be out of here like a dryad running from Zeus. Gods of Olympus, I was screwed.