Sup fellow Jackson-heads. Is that the term for Percy Obsessed fans? Anyone else ever, like plotted the death of Rick Riordan 'cuz of that GOD DAMN cliffhanger in the Son of Neptune!

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Psh...

Me neither.

*Looks around awkwardly*

You guys read the first chapter of the Mark of Athena? I did, probably shouldn't have! Made me even MORE eager for it! SO I own a Nook and I'll pre-order the book and, no joke guys, I'll probs get up an hour early before school to read it. :) PERCABETH ALL THE WAY.

Question: Why does everyone ship Leyna or whatever. Leo/Reyna. They've never even met, people! After Percy and Annabeth, Leo is my favorite character. Reyna is...okay. But I DO NOT think they'd get together. No offense Leyna shippers.

But seriously, I love Leo. He cracks me up.

But he does not, in ANY WAY, beat Percy and Annabeth.

Back the f*** off Leo, they win, sorry, dude, but legit, you rock.

After Leo I'd say...Thalia? She cracks me up. Then Grover, probably. (Movie producers, he is not FRIGGEN BLACK AND GHETTO! (No offense black people, seriously, no offense. This is not personal, it's just that is not how Riordan wrote Grover)). Um...Piper then? Then...Frank, Hazel and Jason are all really close. Everyone hates on Jason. Guys, he does in fact have a personality, it's just not as cool as Percy's.

Well, there's my Percy-obsessed rant. No one probably read it anyway. Lets be legit here guys, we all just skip to the story.

Speaking of which. Down to business.

Disclaimer: *Bangs on keyboard* DARN IT! I STILL DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON!

Music: Not listening again. Watching TV. Disney channel (Don't be hating). Watching Let it Shine. Probs one of the best Disney Channel movies. I especially like it cuz I love the whole rap-with-a-message thing. :)

And now...

STORY!

YAY!

I walked over to my car as I slid my sunglasses on. It was my parents old car. It was a convertible, with more than its share of scrapes and dents. I hopped into the front seat and started the ignition. It was a ten minute drive with New York City's harsh traffic. At one stop light I popped in a piece of gum.I was staying at a motel at the outer edge of NYC. It was cheap, which was what I needed. My room just had a connected kitchen and living room. As well as a small bedroom and bathroom.

I pulled into the school labeled Goode High School. I parked in the back of the lot. I scowled as I noticed the many eyes on me. I don't know why I chose to go to this school. It was the same issue as my hair. It was a painful reminder of my parents, yet I was drawn to it. This had been my father's old school.

After I turned my engine off I just sat there, extremely reluctant to start another school. My last one hadn't gone so well. It wasn't my fault that hellhounds attacked, but they blamed the damage on me anyways. Typical. As usual, I was expelled.

Every time I was expelled, I considered just quitting going to schools. My mom had always put me in school, even while we were on the run, even if it would just be for a couple of months. My mom worked as an architect, but made it so she didn't have to be on site much. My father got a few part time jobs, but his main job was my safety.

I remembered every time I would complain to my mom about switching schools she would just look at me and calmly tell me the importance of a good education. I would look to my father for help, who was carefully staying in the background. He would just hold his hands up as if to say Sorry, kid, you're on your own. And then he'd smile, as if he was trying not to laugh.

I allowed myself to smile at this memory before a bang on my car jarred me to reality. I looked up at the buffy male who had done so. He just smiled, to most girls it was probably seductive. To me, it was repulsive.

"The hell are you doing to my car?" I snapped.

He frowned, not expecting that reply. "I'm Jack. You new?"

I pushed my door open, effectively shoving him with my car door. "Unfortunately, yes." I threw my bag over my shoulder and slammed the door shut. After doing that, he stood in front of me, blocking my path. "What's your name?" He questioned, unrelenting.

I looked to the crowd, seeing if anyone would step up, but instead they seemed intrigued. I had a feeling most girls didn't last long against his 'charm'.

Though, I wasn't like most girls, now was I?

"You should move." I suggested.

"Or?" He asked. His smile making me flinched. He was the epitome of cliche full-mortal men.

"Or you won't like the outcome." I answered, pushing my sunglasses up, allowing my sea-green eyes to pierce his, trying to look as intimidating as my mother.

He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. "Oh I wouldn't know about that."

Plan A having failed, I then proceeded to Plan B. I ripped my wrist from his grasp with a strength that surprised him. I then swiftly jammed my elbow into his gut. I clenched his stomach in pain. I calmly slid my sunglasses back down and walked around him, to the school.

With how today had been so far, and school hadn't even begun yet, I'd probably be expelled by...say lunch today?

I continued to walk until I reached the double doors. I stepped in, sliding my sunglasses on top of my head once again. To my immediate left was a large room with a desk and two receptionists. I assumed this was the office and I stepped in. Both receptionists were typing away at their keyboards. I never understood what they would type about. I walked up to the one nearest me.

She was as skinny as a twig and covered in pink. I actually scrunched my nose at it. Her graying red hair was in a tight little bun and she looked down at her computer through half-circle glasses.

I coughed. "Excuse me."

She waited a moment before replying. "Yes?" She asked, seeming reluctant to face me, but did eventually.

"I'm Silena. Silena Jackson?"

She paused again, as if recalling where she had heard that name before. I sighed, knowing she'd learn it soon enough.

Silena Jackson? She would say when my name was mentioned. Is she in trouble? She's a trouble-maker that one. Been to nine high schools. Expelled from seven of them!

I wondered how long it would take her to hear about the whole Jack-ass fiasco. I smiled to myself at the pun.

"Silena..." She finally said. "The new student?" I nodded. "Ah..." She turned to her computer and typed somemore. I momentarily thought, and slightly hoped, she had just forgotten about me, until she went, "Ah-ha! There you are. Ms. Silena Chase Jackson, correct?"

I winced at the use of both my parents names. I found it stupid to be on the run from monsters, yet use our real names, but my mother had been adamant. What if you want to apply to college? She would ask. How would you explain all those different names?

At this time I would try to refrain myself from laughing.

The lady-in-pink stood and walked to an ancient printer. She handed me a schedule. "On here it has room numbers, your locker number and combination. Here is a map of the school." She handed me another sheet of paper. "Now if you could follow me." She walked behind the counter. Cautiously I followed. She walked me to a blank wall in front of a camera. I raised my eyes.

"It's for your ID!" She insisted. "Now go, and smile like you mean it!"

I stood there, but I didn't smile. I just glared at the camera. After a pause, the lady sighed and took the picture. She looked to me. "You ID will be here tomorrow. Would you like to do an automatic lunch system set up to a credit account."

I shook my head. My credit cards were under false names and well, not entirely legal. She nodded. "Very well. Go now, first hour starts in just a few moments."

Yes, because my timeliness to Algebra II was really my main concern.

Sense the sarcasm.

I walked to my locker, which was an ugly shade of tan. With a face mucked with disgust I unlocked it with the combination I got. I shoved my bag and sunglasses in, after yanking out a folder, notebook, pencil, and sharpie. I slammed my locker and turned around a little too fast.

I ran into a kid. He crouched down to retrieve my stuff, muttering "I'm sorry, so sorry." He stood up and handed me my few supplies. "I'm so sorry."

I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. "I think you mentioned that." I studied him, as he appeared to be studying me. He had short hair that was as black as mine. Like me he was also well tanned and toned. He was also slightly taller, and I was fairly tall for my age. His eyes were an electric blue. He wore jeans and a graphic T-shirt.

"You're new." He noted.

"That I am."

He held his hand out. "I'm Zack."

A bell rang, a warning bell I assumed. "I'm late." I told him. I then turned on my heels and walked down a hallway, not caring in the slightest if I was going the right way. During my journey I was followed by wolf whistles and bad pick-up lines.

Ten minutes later I found my class and walked in without knocking. The teacher turned to face me, startled. "And who may you be?"

"Silena." I roughly introduced.

He nodded and turned to our class. "Class, we have a new student. Everyone, this is Silena Jackson." He turned back to me. "Would you like to tell them about yourself?"

"No." I said quite seriously.

He frowned, but didn't argue. "Well, lets find you a seat." He studied his class. "Ah. There is a seat next to Mr. Raver over there." He pointed to a student towards the back. I swallowed a groan. It was him.

I walked over and sat down. The teacher continued teaching, every now and then glancing at me and explaining in more depth, but I wasn't listening. I stared at the board and watched the words swim. Both my parents had severe dyslexia. Mine wasn't as bad, I could make words out if I concentrated, but my ADHD was just as bad. I felt my leg shake impulsively under the desk.

"So, Silena is it?" Zack next to me whispered.

I leaned back into my chair, with my arms crossed, though I tipped my head in his direction so he could hear my reply. "Lena," I corrected. I had been going by Lena since that fateful day when I was nine.

"I swear, if you throw me a pick-up line," I warned, "I'll start throwing punches."

He chuckled. "Getting the Goode High classic welcome? Aparently we're really friendly to pretty girls."

I ignored the last part, which could be taken as a compliment. "It has been quite friendly."

"It true you beat up Jack Summerburg?" He questioned suddenly.

I shrugged. "An asshole name Jack was obnoxious and I elbowed him in the gut."

Zack quietly laughed. "Guess it is true."

The rest of the class Zack and I didn't speak. I watched the teacher, briefly focusing, before tuning out again. I had a large amount of intelligence from my mother, though my average was rested in the D+ and C- area. I don't think college's will be lining up to offer me scholarships, but it had been an obsession of my moms so I continued to do so.

Honestly though, without the slow torture of school, I don't know what I'd do. I'd lost contact with my parent's friends a while ago. They tried to reach me of course, but I always ignored me. I would slash away any IM's. I knew they worried, but I didn't care. I was alone. That's how it has been for a while. That's how I like it.

Besides, I couldn't go to camp. And this wasn't just personal preference. I just couldn't go.

The bell disrupted my thought and everybody stood. Zack lingered by me. "Want some help getting to your next class?"

I scowled. "I'll be fine."

"Really? 'Cuz not all teacher's will be as cool with the whole late thing as Mr. Alecka was."

I snorted. "Their happiness really is what I strive for." I stormed out. He followed. I turned on him. "Are you a lost puppy or something? I said I don't need help."

"What's your next class?" He asked, ignoring my comment.

"Are you deaf? Piss off!" I was getting frustrated.

He held his hand out patiently. "May I see your schedule?"

I groaned. "You won't leave until I show you, will you?"

"Nope," He agreed.

"Fine," I said grudgingly, handing him my schedule. "You're extremely aggravating."

He just chuckled. He looked my schedule over and then handed it to me. "We have fourth hour English and seventh hour Gym together, as well as eighth hour study hall. Next you have Foods I." He looked at me quizzically. I just shrugged.

"Easy A...well for most people. I'll be lucky to get a B-."

He laughed. "Well, it's down that hall," he pointed down the hall towards my locker (I think). "It's on the left side. Ms. Rossenberg will be standing outside the class, she always does. She has long brown hair and is mid-thirties."

I took my schedule. "Thanks," I told him curtly.

I stormed off in the direction he pointed me to, deciding to give it a day or two before I start skipping.

"Silena Jackson, please report to the office immediately."

I winced at the announcement. Guess they heard about this morning's fiasco.

I sighed, beginning to think I had been too friendly to think I'd make it until lunch.

I wondered how Maine was this time of year.