Author's Note

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SAM's POV

"Clarisse," I whispered, staring at her. Clarisse stared back at me. We were enemies before she disappeared. Mom's favorite was always her, the older daughter, her real daughter. I did the chores. And only when she left, did mom treat me like I wasn't a slave.

The boy with black hair looked at us back and forth. "Uh," he said, "Do you two know each other?" Then he turned to the boy with the Rasta cap. "Is she the demigod?"

The boy with the Rasta cap sniffed the air. "Enchiladas!" I glanced at him. "You can get enchiladas at that counter," I said, pointing towards the enchilada counter. The boy started towards the counter and the other boy, the one with black hair, slapped him on the arm.

"Grover! We're on a mission. Is she the demigod?" Grover rolled his eyes. "Use your brains, Percy. She probably is. She knows Clarisse. How many mortals know Clarisse, huh?" He started inching toward the enchilada counter. "I'm just gonna…you know, snacks aren't waiting for me."

"Wait," I said. I handed Grover my lunch card. There was probably only like one dollar left in it, but I still gave it to him. "It costs money, dummy." He took it.

"Oh, um, thanks." He glanced at Clarisse. "How the heck are you two even related?"

"We're not," she said, "Go get your stupid enchiladas, Grover." Grover turned and walked off with his weird limp.

Clarisse turned to me. "You need to come with me, Samantha." I bit my lip. No one called me Samantha. "It's just Sam." Clarisse waved her hand.

"Whatever," she said, "I don't care. But you need to come with us." I crossed my arms. "I'm not going anywhere until you explain why. My life may be pretty darn bad but I'm not going anywhere until you explain."

Percy stepped forward. "Look, Samantha—"

"Sam," I corrected.

"—Sam then, you gotta come with us to camp to train, because if you stay here any longer it won't be safe," he said.

I stared at him. "Who told you to come get me?"

"You don't know her. It's these guys I know and they met you in the morning. They called us to pick you up."

"Oh," I said, "You mean Reyna?"

Percy's eyes widened in surprise. "You know Reyna too?"

"Yeah. Met her this morning. With this Asian dude called—"

"Frank, right?" Clarisse asked. I nodded. Grover appeared behind Percy. He munched on an enchilada and handed me my lunch card back. "This is good," he said with his mouth full. The class bell sounded. I cursed. Class just started and I was still in the cafeteria.

I glared at the trio. "You guys just made me late for class for the fourth time today."

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Someone actually has a record worse than me." I turned and left before they could say anything.

Mr. Tomlin glanced at me as I tried to enter the classroom as quietly as I could. He told the class to keep researching deficiency diseases and came over to my desk. I put my head in my arms.

"Sorry I'm late," I grumbled to the desk.

"I don't care," he said. I lifted my head and stared at him. That was a first, I guess.

"You…don't care?" I asked, confused. I thought all teachers hated late-comers. He shook his head. Then he slapped a stack of papers onto my table. "I care about this," he said, his voice shaking to contain his anger. I glanced at the papers. They were all my test scores for Biology (which is what he teaches) so far. Mr. Tomlin showed me each test score one by one. They went something like this:

D, F, F, F, F, F, U, U, U. U stands for unfinished at East Columbia Academy, even worse than F.

"Don't you ever study?" he asked me, his nostrils flaming.

"I, uh, I…" I stuttered, "I have dys-dyslexia. And A-ADHD."

"So?" Mr. Tomlin said, "This school is supposed to help kids like you and still this is the worst set of results this school has seen in five years!"

"Uh, there is always a worst set of results, even if it's the worst in five years, you know," I muttered under my breath. Even though I said that, I'm still pretty much the worst student ever. It'd be a miracle if I got a C.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Tomlin asked.

"Uh, nothing. I just said that I would try harder to improve my grades." Mr. Tomlin shook his head. "There's no need for that. You have already been expelled from East Columbia Academy due to all your results. I'm trying to teach you something, Ms. La Rue. My last lesson to you," he said, nodding towards me.

"Wait," I said. Mr. Tomlin raised his eyebrows at me. "Do I leave now?"

"Well," he said, "There really is no point in you still staying here is there? I'll mark you on time for register, and yes, I'm letting you leave after the lesson finishes." He took out a early dismiss slip and filled it in. Then he handed it to me. I took it quietly and returned to my seat. And for the rest of the lesson I just sat there where'll be my tenth school next year.

After the lesson, I headed towards the front door when Percy, Clarisse and Grover materialized next to me.

"Hey," a voice whispered to me from behind. I jumped. Then I spun around. "What are you doing here?"

"Shhhh!" Clarisse put her finger over her mouth like I was a kindergartener.

Well? I tried to say through my stares.

"You have to come with us," she said urgently. Percy nodded.

"Yeah," Grover said. "Place smells…weird. I'm not sure if there's a monster around or not."

"What?" I said, "Monsters?"

Clarisse balled her fists. "You gotta come. We'll explain when we get there."

"No," I said, "You explain here. I got plenty of time. I just got expelled."

I turned to leave…and bumped into my Spanish teacher, Ms. Towers.

"Ah, Ms. La Rue, are you leaving now?" I nodded. She smiled sweetly at me. "You haven't forgotten about your punishments, have you?"

"No," I replied, even though I did forget about the detention. "Of course you haven't. Now, you can sort the wood out now and who are your lovely friends?"

She looked at Percy, Clarisse and Grover, and frowned. "You can't be students here. You look much too old for high school." Then Percy did something extremely weird. He stepped forward and snapped his fingers—a very clear sound that seemed to echo in the corridor. "We're students here, uh, miss. Percy Jackson, Clarisse La Rue and Grover Underwood. You couldn't have forgotten us, we're in your class!" he said.

I stared. How the heck would Ms. Towers believe that? But guess what? She did. She thought for a second and nodded. "Yes, of course, how could I have forgotten? I'm sorry my dears, now run along to your next lesson."

"I need to go to detention," I said to them. Percy shrugged. "Fine. We're coming with you."

"You want to go to detention? You're weird."

Percy smiled at me. "So are you," he said.

"Hey," said a voice before we could leave. I turned around and groan internally. Dara smiled at me. Three girls stood behind her, all grinning stupidly. Clarisse turned to Percy.

"I have to get back to camp," she said urgently. Percy frowned at her.

"Why?"

"Grover got a message. We gotta go. Apparently something weird happened at camp," she said. Then she sneered at him. "Can't handle the problem yourself, Jackson? Well, too bad 'cause you'll have to." And with that she turned and left with Grover behind her.

"Hi there," Dara said to Percy. "Which grade are you in? I don't think I've seen you around before, sweetie." She walked forward with her hand raised. She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled sweetly. Then she glanced at me. "I thought I heard Ms. Towers say you have detention? Well, go!" I glared at her.

She turned away from me and stroked Percy's cheek but he jerked away and said: "I have a girlfriend." Then he turned to me and said: "Go to your whatever thingy." I turned on my heels and marched off into the basement level of the school, where design and technology classes were. Design and technology is basically study of non-computer based technologies like wood-working (haha, I searched that definition up).

Sorry about the lack of action in this chapter. It all starts with a prophecy...and Sam's detention.

-mi5hao