Sorry if it's been awhile, my friend and I have a habit of writing everything out of order. So hopefully more updates soon (:

I'm not Rick Riordan, I simply can't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Oh, but if I did…)

Evie's POV

So, get this: today was actually going really well. Better than I expected, but I usually expect the worst. Although, that could all change. I was sitting in English, A.K.A. the one class that keeps me off the All A's honor roll. Being a fairly smart kid with dyslexia and attention-span issues sucked.

But it might not be all that bad. We were studying Greek Mythology, which I'm rather informed about. To be specific, today we were reading about the gods. Like, out loud. Basically, I would've rather faced an angry Cyclops than get called on by Mrs. Parker.

Yeah, you heard me right. Cyclops. If you haven't guessed by now that I'm a demigod, then you're really stupid, then I guess I better give you the details.

My name is Evangeline Peck, daughter of Athena. My friends, Anna and Margie, called me Evie. Or, occasionally, to get on my nerves, Wise Girl. It made me want to punch them, but here's the thing about having two daughters of the Big Three as your best friends; when you punch them, they punch back. Harder. So, usually I resisted certain violent tendencies.

I actually hadn't talked to either of them since the summer. Or, more specifically, the funeral. I don't like to talk about it. Actually, the only person who could tell you the exact story was Anna, who just so happened to be the only person who refused to talk about it in any terms. If anyone asked about it, she glared at you in this really upset you're-lucky-I'm-not-holding-a-knife kinda way and rubbed her left arm like it hurt. She was different from before, and she was hurting. She did a marvelous job at hiding it, but I had known her long enough to know that this had seriously messed her up.

"Evie, could you continue with the next paragraph?" Mrs. Parker asked.

Crap. I have to stop getting lost in thought so often

"Ummm… could you please remind me where we are?"

The class snickered as my English teacher looked at me impatiently.

"Thank you for paying attention, Miss Peck. Page 134, paragraph 5."

I cleared my throat. "The oldest dogs wanted to reserve ties with the titans-"

"Actually, Evie that was, 'The oldest gods wanted to severe ties with the titans." She looked at me empathetically. "Andrew, please continue where Evie left off."

I looked down at my paper in frustration. Gods, I hate dyslexia. Everyone thought I was an idiot. It couldn't be more obvious from the looks I was getting.

I stared out the window at the raging thunderstorm. I hadn't noticed it too much earlier, but it was getting really awful. Thunderstorms are only supposed to last a few minutes, right? So, why has this one been going on for an hour?

I looked at my textbook, figuring I might as well try to pay attention. But, right when I was about to go all I'm-a-model-student on everyone, the lights flickered off. Several of the girlie-girl freaks in my class shrieked, mostly seeking attention.

"Alright now, everyone, calm down it's just a little blackout caused by the storm."

"Mr. Morrison, come to the main office. Mr. Morrison to the main office, immediately, please," a voice crackled the PA system.

From what I could see in the limited lighting, Mrs. Parker's face paled ten shades. You see, our school had a code for when to go into lockdown, that way if a murderer comes in they don't just announce over the PA, "Oh, hey guys, by the way, we need to go into the lockdown so that we aren't all killed by this psychotic guy roaming the hallways for innocent children. In other news, today's lunch special is Mystery Meat!"

"Okay, so we're going into lockdown. Everyone, please calmly and orderly make your way to the corner-"

"But it's just a drill, right?"

"Well, I'm not sure…" She tried to reply, but was cut off with the utter chaos that filled the room.

"OHMYGOD, we're gonna die!"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

"If there's a murderer-"

"Hey, are you going skating Friday night?"

"Children! Everyone quiet now! To the corner!"

She locked the door and switched the light off, in case the power was to come back on. All the shades were drawn. Basically, it was dark and eerily silent compared to the commotion from just moments ago.

But… I had a weird feeling. Not one of those I-have-to-go-to-the-bathroom-or-I'll-explode feelings, more like…instinct. I felt danger. And, as a demigod, I'd learned how to follow my instincts a long time ago.

So, I did something either incredibly stupid or incredibly brave. Possibly both. From my seat by the door, I reached up to grab the keys from where Mrs. Parker had hung them back up on the hook. In one swift movement I unlocked the door and stepped outside. I could hear the entire population of Room 783 talking about how crazy I was, and Mrs. Parker would be beyond angry. If this didn't work, I was sooo gonna be expelled.

As soon as I had shut the door I locked it from the outside so I wouldn't be followed. Now that I think about it, it was really stupid to put a lock on the outside of the classroom. With the number of crazy students here, anyone could randomly grab the key and lock a whole class in. Hmm. Design flaw.

I stood absolutely still and listened. Now was one of those times that I'm super thankful for my demigod hyper senses. We usually have really good hearing and sight, much better than a mortal's, and right now I was using that to my full advantage. I could hear a slight disturbance upstairs… a struggle? But Margie wasn't on the third floor…

Anna and Percy. Oh, Hades. Knowing the Jackson twins, if I went up those stairs, there would be trouble.

But, hey, why let trouble find you when you can find trouble?

I walked up the flight of stairs quickly but cautiously, knowing that while monsters might have awful eyesight, they have excellent hearing.

Thank gods I'm not in heels. My footfalls were practically silent, a trick I had learned from Anna and Margie. Margie always blended with the shadows, and could move as silently as she wanted, and Anna was one of those people with natural grace and years of experience that have taught her to be stealthy.

Yeah, you do not want to meet those two in a dark alley.

I peered around the corner cautiously and stifled a gasp.

I hate to be cryptic about this, but I couldn't see much. A pool of dark liquid lay on the tile floor, and it looked like someone was threatening a girl with a knife… Anna?

If they caught Anna…

Well, wherever Anna was, Percy wouldn't be far.

Hopefully I had backup.

I pulled out a knife (don't even ask where I had stored that) and crept down the hall, clinging to the darkness for cover. Luckily, the emergency lights hadn't come on yet. I wouldn't be seen.

A man was holding a knife against Anna's neck. Dried blood matted her dark, curly hair, and shone on her pale skin. HADES, this was not a good situation.

The man was tall and very familiar looking, though I couldn't quite place where I had seen—

Mr. Melano! Mr. Melano, as in, our vice principal. This was the same school that Chiron had assured us would be safe. That's why he pulled so many strings to get us all in. Maybe he had jinxed it with so many half-bloods. Huh. I hope I'm not the only one seeing the irony here.

I knew I didn't have much time if I wanted to be of any help here. So, I followed my instinct, seriously hoping I wasn't making a huge mistake. Oh, what the Hades? They already had grounds to expel me. Might as well go out with a boom.

And that was when I threw a 10-inch knife straight into our vice principal's back.