Carter Pov.
I see a strange assortment of people in the classroom. Many looked like they knew each other. Most of them were speaking in a completely fluent way, as if they had learned it as a first language. Why would they be in this class if they were already fluent with Greek? Why not take Spanish, or French, or something. Well, why should I question their motives? I looked around and spotted Percy. I decided to sit in the seat next to him and Annabeth. Since I was in this class the entire year, I could snatch a few words out of their conversation. I heard things like, 'Tartarus', and 'Satyrs' and several things I didn't understand like them saying 'Hades' at random intervals like you would say God's name in vain. I wonder if that's what they're doing. Good question right? Here's another good question. Where did they learn to speak like that? As I looked around the room, I noticed that there were several people talking the way they were.
The teacher, Mrs. Einsteen, walks in as silent as a slithering snake, and I wait for her to start. It's clear that most of the students recognize her, because she smiles warmly at them, and they return it. She didn't seem fazed by the bunch of fidgeting caused by a LOT of ADHD kids in here. It seems like most of the people in here are. She seemed fidgety herself.
Percy Pov.
I see Laura, a demigod who happened to be able to live in the mortal world without fear and who is also our teacher, walk up to the front of the class like she does every day. She smiles at us like a friend would do. Only she knows what Annabeth and I have been through (along with some of the other demigods who went on our quest and fought in both wars, which is a whole textbook worth of experience that you have to be there to understand what happened. We could describe Tartarus, and a Manticore, and a Drakon, and a whole bunch more monsters and hell-like places only Annabeth would have trouble remember the name of. Ever since Annabeth came to my school, I feel like my old self. When she was away, I felt like a piece of me was missing. I felt like I was always on edge worrying what could be happening to her, or what can happen. Being away from her had caused me too many sleepless nights. Every night I would wake up in a cold sweat looking for Annabeth after another fall into Tartarus in my sleep. Maybe I am being a clingy boyfriend, but I need to be with her.
Annabeth Pov.
Great. I see Carter walking into this classroom a few seconds after Percy and I do. Carter's in this class too. How wonderful that I can't get away from his nosy ass. And guess what? It get's better. He comes over to sit next to Percy, which happens to be across from me too. He is probably going to probe for information. Right before he sat down, I was in a conversation with Percy about news he got from Grover about a possible Big Three kid. Most people who didn't go to camp, which is a very small few, stared at us strangely, and that also contained Carter. As soon as he sat down, I started to tell Percy how he needs to tell Carter to be less nosy. I can tell by the expression on his face that he is trying to listen to our conversation. He looked very confused, which serves him right. He shouldn't be trying to listen to Percy and I's personal problems anyways.