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Chapter Two: A Familiar Face (Percy POV)

"Have fun at school!" Mom said cheerily, waving me off as I headed to Goode High School. I had just gotten home from Camp Half-Blood. Today was the first day of the school year.

"Mom, I will never have fun at school," I groaned. "I'm a demigod. I'm not made for school."

She laughed. "Whatever. Just… uh… try not to get killed, alright?"

I nodded. "Understood."

I sighed as I slowly trudged towards the school. I had to go to this stupid school every year. Every year. Can you even imagine that? Having dyslexia and ADHD didn't make it much easier, either.

The second I walked through the doors of the school, I knew that I should've just stayed at Camp Half-Blood for the year. It was much better than having to go to Goode, even though neither Grover or Annabeth would be there. They both had something to do. Grover was doing whatever satyrs do, and Annabeth was… at her own home.

Annabeth. Her diary entry had really shocked me. Now I couldn't get her out of my thoughts. After reading that entry, I had dreams of her every night. (Yeah, yeah. It sounds romantic, but it actually scared me out of my mind.)

Okay. The truth is, I kind of… okay, really, liked her. She's tough, but she's always there when I need her. Oh, and her natural beauty. She's not like those other girls that paint their nails and do their hair, but she's about a thousand times prettier. Not to mention that she took a knife for me once.

My thoughts were jostled by a loud, obnoxious sound… right next to my ear.

I can't really describe what it was like. It was kind of a mix between a fart, a horn, and a girl's squeal.

I immediately looked up, into the beady eyes of the one person I really hated.

Carl Nikina.

Okay. First, imagine the world's largest whale.

Carl Nikina was larger and heavier than that.

Second, imagine a tiger with creepy red eyes and blood trickling from its jaws.

Carl Nikina was scarier than that.

Now picture a blob of Silly Putty ™ jiggling around on the ground.

Carl Nikina had an IQ that was just about equal to that blob of Silly Putty.

"What up, Shrimp?" Carl asked, stretching out one beefy hand and lifting me up into the air. I heard that loud sound again—turns out it was just the sound of the many rings on his fingers scraping together. He snickered. "Still haven't changed at all over the summer, eh?" He dropped me, and I crashed onto the ground with a hard thud. I got up, ready to fight back (after all, I was a demigod hero), but something told me not to.

I was about to get pummeled when one of Carl's friends came over.

"Yo, Carl," he said. "It's time to get into class."

"Okay," Carl replied. Then he turned to me. "We'll continue this later, punk." He walked away.

I lay on the floor, a little out of breath.

"Percy!" exclaimed an alarmed voice above me. I looked up. It was Kat. Kat was one of the few friends I had at Goode. She had extremely red hair and an energetic personality.

"Good goshes," Kat said, helping me to my feet. "Are you alright? That Carl Nikina is terrible!"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

"Okay," Kat said. "So, what are your classes for this year?"

"Same as last year, except I've got Art instead of Music, and Science has been moved to sixth period, which is right before lunch," I replied.

"Oh, yay! You're in Art with me!" Kat said in a sing-song voice. "Yay! Yay! Yay!"

I had to smile at her optimistic personality.

We went to the library and there, we parted ways. She headed to the hallway across from the library, and I went directly to my locker, which was located right outside.

I checked my schedule. First period: math. So that meant that I needed my blue binder, pencil case, and fat blue math textbook.

Here's a short summary of what I learned in math: I managed to hit the teacher with 16 spitballs before he noticed.

Second period: social studies. White binder, pencil case, and fat white social studies textbook.

Third period: art.

Fourth period: French.

Fifth period: English Language Arts.

Before long, it was sixth period. I checked my schedule.

"So… I've got science," I muttered. "Come on, Percy, you can do this. Only one more period before lunch…"

The person at the locker next to me overheard me. "Oh, you're going to science?" he asked me. "Just telling you, the new science teacher's super hot!"

Probably not as cute as Annabeth, I thought in my mind. I picked up my green binder, pencil case, and fat green science textbook, and carried them to the science classroom, which was empty at the moment. No teacher or anything yet.

I sat down and stared down at my book, waiting for everyone to file into the class. I carefully traced the letters SCIENCE with my finger. I looked up at the board. Sit anywhere you want, it said. There are no seating arrangements… yet.

I was interrupted by books slamming down on the desk next to me. I turned around. Carl Nikina was sitting next to me.

"Hey, punk," Carl said loudly. "C'mon. Since there are no seating arrangements, I thought this would be the best time to continue what we started before." He picked me up and flung me around.

I knew I couldn't draw Riptide, so I tried to fight back with my fists. Of course, it's quite hard to do that when you're battling a giant guy who weighs 800 pounds. However, it was clear that I was winning.

Yet, there was that voice inside of me. Don't hit him.

It convinced me for just a short while, but that was all the time Carl needed. Within seconds, he had me pinned down. I could feel his breath going down my neck. It was stinky.

"It all ends here, kid," he said, raising his fist. He brought it forward to punch me… I closed my eyes and braced for the impact…

It never came.

Instead, when I opened my eyes, I saw Carl shooting upwards into the sky, screaming in pain.

"Wha…" I began, but I was interrupted by another voice.

"Seriously?" It was a girl's voice. It sounded very familiar. "Seriously, Seaweed Brain? You're the great hero that saved Olympus, but you're being pinned down by slugs like this?"

I was about to retort that it was actually the voice in my head's fault when I suddenly caught my breath. Did she say… Seaweed Brain?

I looked up.

Into a pair of gray eyes unique to only one person.

She smiled at me. Her curly blond hair, tied in a rough and hasty ponytail, bounced up and down. Her eyes, shiny as pearls, stared deep into my depths. She seemed to glow in the sunlight… even though it was actually dark and raining that day and there was no sunlight.

"Annabeth… Chase…" I managed to say.

"That's all you can say?" Annabeth sighed as she pulled me to my feet. "No 'hello'? No 'whoa, it's Annabeth'? Geez, you sure are a boring person." She laughed. It was nice to hear.

"Annabeth! What brings you here?" I asked, stammering a bit.

"Well…" She simply winked and walked up to the blackboard in the front of the class. She took a piece of chalk and wrote, in fat pink letters, Miss Chase.

She turned around and faced us.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Miss Chase. Your new science teacher."