Dreams and Demigods

Chapter Two- School Life

Percy Jackson Fan-Fiction

Partial OC (Original Character)

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, that would still be Rick. I also reference to Wizards of Waverly Place and Wheel of Fortune, I don't own those either.

I realized right after I published the first chapter, that in the disclaimer I put the stuff about Wizards of Waverly Place and Wheel of Fortune, forgetting that those are in this chapter.

Oh, and shout out to one of my favorite authors… Writer432 also my first reviewer. Double shout out to my BFF who was my second reviewer… tfiosminionfood she's amazing! We, as in tfiosminionfood and I are writing an AMAZING TFIOS story! (To those of you who don't know what TFIOS is, it is The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. It's great.) It will be called A New Infinity! Oh, and Forever-Fangirl-PJO-HP is awesome! Seriously, check out her stuff!

Oops, anyways, we will continue our written journey!

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I wake up in a cold sweat. That looked and seemed so real. Too real.

I can't put together a coherent thought. Was that real? It certainly felt real. I mean how could it not be real, but then how could a Cyclops be real?

After having these nightmares, including the developments of monsters, for four months, my dad started to notice me being… different. He asked me many times what was bothering me, and I just brushed him off.

I eventually told him. What a big mistake. Father made me go to a psych for about a whole year. Not awesome.

It was like he just couldn't stand the thought of me having these horrific nightmares! Or is it something else? Part of my mind nagged. Maybe something connected to the nightmares…

When I went to the psych, all that Dr. James Fisher had to say was, "You are probably overly stressed and you need to be more social. Vent out this, stress, into making new friends. Or improving friendships and making relationships." He said that last part suggestively. I wanted to strangle him.

Wow, thanks for the "tip" doc. He shouldn't even be a doctor. Dr. Fisher was useless! I could have come up with that! Talk about lame-o.

(Time skip to the morning)

I wake up (Yes, I was actually sleeping!) to the sound of my annoying alarm. It's not those nice, melodic alarms that play music; it's one of those alarms that if you don't push a button to turn it off, it beeps louder and adds more beeps.

So let's just say by the time I hit a button, well at least the right button, it was as loud as a foghorn and ringing like a phone.

I quickly shower and get ready for school, the joy of my life. In case you can't tell, that was sarcasm.

Now for the part where I get to ride my amazingly clean bus with all of my friends! Nope, that only happens in the movies. I have a very filthy bus where I sit as far away from the "human" population as possible.

Personally, I only have one friend, Jacob Adams. Now, don't be thinking, "Oh my gosh! It's time for *cheesy voice* Wheel of Ship Names! 'And cue the applause!' (Wizards of Waverly Place)".

No, I don't like him; I mean I like him as a friend, but that's it. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would make me like him other than the friendly way. I do not want to lose my only friend. Plus, either way he's a weirdo and I wouldn't like him anyways.

Now, you may be wondering, "Wow, an amazing girl with social problems, only one friend?!" Cue the sarcasm. One of my many talents.

Jacob can't really grasp the point of sarcasm. He just says, "Why do you do that? How come you don't just say your point forthright?" Yeah, not going to happen.

Most people don't hate me, but they aren't best buds with me either. Some just avoid me because I'm a "troubled" kid. All of my teachers think that, well, except Mr. Brunner. Mr. Brunner teaches our history class.

Oh! I almost forgot to say I am twelve and am in seventh grade. We alternate teachers for different classes. We also have Core Connects, which are like a homeroom, and we talk about bullying and other random stuff no one listens to. I have Mr. Brunner so it's not too bad.

Then, second hour is my elective, art class with Mrs. Lilith. That's one of my favorites, she doesn't judge me for my so called "problems". She doesn't judge me even if I am different. Mrs. Lilith likes the art I do, she says it's very detailed and that I'm very talented. That's another reason why I like her class, she thinks I'm special. In a good way of course. Mrs. Lilith knows that I have been kicked out of many schools, but she just thinks that's is more of a reason to work harder and do good in school.

My third hour is math with Mr. Diego. Let's just say my math skills leave something to be desired.

My fourth hour is life science with Mrs. Heidi. It's… interesting, sort of. That's even pushing it.

My fifth hour is choir with Ms. Leigh. She's nice, she just doesn't know how to tell students to shut up nicely. At all. Ms. Leigh likes me, probably because I can sing well. At least I've been told I sing well, but it's hard for me to believe it. We alternate choir, band, or music, with physical education, Mr. Teel's the teacher. He is awful.

My sixth hour is definitely my favorite period. Mr. Brunner's is the best class. He makes everything more enjoyable. Technically he teaches history, but really it should be called Greek. Well, Greek or Mythology. Mr. Brunner also teaches Roman mythology too, but not as much as Greek. Thanks to him I know just about every monster, every gods' Greek and Roman parts, and most things mythological.

My seventh hour is my least favorite; maybe because it's after the best class, maybe it's the teacher, Mrs. Lesley, maybe it's because English is the last period of the day, or maybe it's because I'm dyslexic and can't read anything. Well, I can barely read anything correctly. It's probably the ladder.

I just got off the bus and everyone is already heading for their lockers. After that people separate into their cliques. The jocks and popular, jerky girls, hang out directly in the middle of the hallway. It's quite annoying actually.

There are the jocks, popular girl cliques, popular guy cliques, drama people, the antisocial, the emos and the goths, and other random people that you may or may not know. I am one of those random people. I am not antisocial, it's just, well I have one friend. Wow, that sounds bad, "I'm not antisocial, I just have one friend." Yikes, imagine saying that to someone's face.

Anyways, I unpack all of my books, and grab one of my newer favorites The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I've already read it once, I just love it though.

I meet Jacob down in the library, our usual meeting spot, unless we went to Mr. Brunner's room. Mostly we went to the library away from people, excluding the geeks and nerds. We both sit down in a couple chairs.

"So, how's life Soph?" Jake says.

I return, "Fine," he gave me a knowing look, "okay, it's been better."

Really, that was the truth, I mean things have been better, but I am fine. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to continue, the five minute bell rang through him, effectively cutting him off.

Secretly, I was kind of glad that Jacob was interrupted. I really did not want to have this conversation. With anyone, much less him. I know that the bell would only effectively cut him off for five minutes, but still, it brought me time.

However, I couldn't avoid him forever, since we both had Mr. Brunner for Core Connect. So eventually, I would have to talk to him.

We walked into our class and sat in our desks. Me. Brunner lets us sit wherever we want, so of course Jacob and I sat together in the front. We would've preferred the back, but popular jerks sat back there, being there irritating selves.

The bell rang about a minute after we sat down. Jake pointedly turned my way and asked, "Seriously, how are you? You've been silently contemplating something all morning."

I hesitated before answering, trying to think of how to put together my thoughts into a coherent sentence, "Well, I had another nightmare last night…" I trailed off.

Jacob simply nodded slowly and said, "What was it about?"

I filled him in and he pursed his lips tightly and looked pointedly at Mr. Brunner.

They appeared to have a silent conversation, that I couldn't decipher. I was kind of weirded out, I mean, you would be too if your best friend was suddenly all buddy-buddy with your teacher.

After that strange conversation, Jacob turned to me after what seemed like forever and said, "Hasn't your dad said something to you about it?"

I replied with a simple no, and soon after, the bell rang and I went to my next class, art.

Author's Note- Hey all! *waves* how's life been in the past… day? Anyways, review, favorite, follow, or whatever! Thanks for reading!

I LOVE YOU ALL!

~Sam