Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me sooooo long to update but ive been super busy with school and such. Since I didn't get ANY reviews on the last chapter (which is pretty dissapointing) I decided that I probably won't update the story unless I get at least one review. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Percy Jackson series? The answer is no. I only my characters and plot line...

We walk into a mass of people, shoving and pushing us every which way. There is a symphony of girls screaming to "Heys!" to each other and comparing tans obtained over the summer.

"This way," Annabeth yells over the chaos, grabbing my arm and dragging me through the sea of people. Because of my shortness, I can only see up to the top of peoples shoulder blades.

I am very short, a trait I luckily acquired from my mom. Not. My height is especially embarrassing when I go to the amusement parks with my friends and am told that I'm too short to ride the roller coasters. It's even more humiliating when you are 13. Since then, I grew a few inches the last couple years pushing five feet at 15 years old.

Annabeth pulls me into a corridor off the main lobby that is slightly less crowded and loud, stopping by a stand that is overflowing with papers. She pulls one of the papers.

"Here," she says handing it to me, "it's a map of the school."

"Thanks," I reply starting to study the map. I don't want to look like an idiot wandering around a school with my nose in a map. The rooms on the map seem to be switching places, thanks to my dyslexia. I have no idea how I'm going to find my way around here.

"Ow!" I yell as a tall girl with long black hair struts by with a possy, and steps on my foot in the process. "Watch where you're going!"

"Didn't see you there," she says whipping her hair around to glare at me with her piercing red eyes. Her possy erupts with giggles and they all slither away.

"Who was that?" I ask Annabeth, my anger fuming.

"Oh… um… I don't know," she replies nervously, "Come on, let's go." She takes hold of my arm and starts leading me again. I'm starting to feel like a dog on a leash being lead around.

"Here's your class," she says as we arrive at the math classroom.

"What class do you have next?" I ask her, stalling to go in.

"Architecture, I'll meet you in the main lobby after this class to show you to the next one."

"What makes you think I can't read the map." I try to sound insulted. I couldn't read the map, but I didn't want her to know that.

"Oh, puh-lease."

"Fine," I reluctantly reply, "it's all Greek to me." Annabeth starts to giggle.

"What?" I question.

"It's nothing, just an inside joke. Now stop stalling and get into class." She shoves me toward the door of the classroom.

"Fine, see ya later."

"See ya," she says, "good luck!" She holds up crossed fingers then gives me one last shove then starts down the hallway.

I enter the room and see a few kids already sitting in the room, along with the mean girl from earlier and her possy. Fabulous.

I take an empty seat in the back right corner of the classroom, as far away from the possy as possible. I also don't want to be too close to the teacher so that I don't to get called on answer a question. Math is one of my worst subjects because I can't concentrate long enough to do a problem let alone read the numbers. It sure doesn't help my GPA, I'm sure the only reason that I even made it to the 10th grade is because of my "A's" in electives.

A huge bell rings indicating the start of class, and I jump from surprise. Being homeschooled/ going to private school my entire life, I wasn't used to the whole public school concept. More kids flood into the classroom and fill up the remaining seats.

A middle-aged woman in a pantsuit walks to the front of the classroom and sets her briefcase down on the desk.

"Hi, I'm Ms. Fankret, and I'll be your geometry teacher this year." She says as she writes her name on the front of the board. After passing out textbooks, taking roll, and telling us to take out our notebooks, I totally spaced out.

After taking empty-minded notes for an hour half-heartedly, a bell rings dismissing the class, the students disperse and the teacher leaves for the teachers' lounge, leaving me and the mean girl (Brooke, or at least that's what the teacher called her) alone. Brooke walks over to me and knocks my books off my desk.

"What's your problem?" I snap at her, bending down to pick up my books.

"Oh, don't pretend like you're clueless to what I am."

"A bitch?" I reply. "No, I'm pretty sure I know that."

Then, many things happen in a matter of seconds. Brooke's stiletto heels melt into her legs which are forming into two giant serpent tails. She is turning into a dracaena, from Greek mythology! Woah, I must be hallucinating.

She lunges at me, baring her fangs. Okay, maybe not hallucinating. I kick in the face to disorient her for a second, and then pull out the flute case from my backpack. I don't know why, but something told me to take it out. I quickly fumble to assemble then play a few. A beautiful sound comes out of the instrument.

After I play a few notes, it turns into a giant gleaming silver sword, with a message on the sideof it. I start swinging the sword, even though I've never touched a sword in my life, but it's the only weapon I have.

The dracaena turns back toward me, now with a sword. Who knows where she got it. I swing it toward her, but my sword rebounds against hers. I can't believe it, I know exactly how to fight her, never having any sword training in my life.

Out of nowhere Annabeth's form shimmers into view. She is holding a Yankees baseball hat and a gold dagger.

"I can use some help over here!" I scream as I deflect another one of the dracaena's swings.

"Right," she replies. She runs up behind the dracaena and stabs her into dust. The snake-woman dissolves into dust.

"This is not good," she says. I grab my backpack and follow Annabeth out of the classroom. My sword turns back into a shiny silver flute. We get strange looks from students as we jog by them in hallway. The gold dagger in Annabeth's hand and the flute in mine probably doesn't look so normal.

Once we exit the school I stop and Annabeth turns to look at me. "I'm not moving until you tell me what the hell is going on." I persist.

"Listen, I can't explain much now. Helena, but you're a demigod." Annabeth returned, the worry growing in her eyes.

"A demi-what? "

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