Chapter three peeps.

So I realized I forgot to do something.

And that something is grovel for reviews!

*Gets on hands and knees* PLEASE! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE! *Stands and dusts off pants*

Though, legit guys, PLEASE review. It would make my life.

Wanna know what made my day? :D

First of all, no afternoon swim practice (which is why I am posting this lovely third chapter). (Though, my coach kept us an extra half hour during morning practice! Dryland was killer! :( ) T

Second of all...

Any one you guys heard of a band called All Time Low? Well, they released a new single called For Baltimore. Seriously guys, check it out! As well as all of their songs! Personally, I like the sound of their older stuff, but their newer albums (Nothing Personal and Dirty Work) were good! Just more pop-ish than they used to be. But judging by For Baltimore and The Reckless And The Brave, their new album will sound a little more like their older stuff! YAY! I've seen them in concert four times (And I'm only a freshman! Heck yea, peeps!) and plan to see them again in October! Ha, my dad oddly likes same music as me so I get to go to a lot of concerts. :)

Ha! Whenever I find an author that clues in that they like my music, I want to virtually hug them. Also, peeps in my school who where concert shirts of bands I love (even though I probs also went to the concert their shirt advertises. :) ) I want to go hug them, unfortunately most people in my school who have T-shirts from bands I love...scare me. I feel like people are surprised when they find out what I listen to. I'm a relatively kind (depending on my mood. ;) ), quiet (WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW ME! When you do, I'm like the oddest chick ever), smart (Mostly straight A's ,taking expanded english and Algebra II as a freshman), ironically blonde girl who LOVES to read. Seriously, I finished Son of Neptune in one day (I have a rep of reading during class. Hey, I keep my grades up, I don't see how it matters how I spend my class time. So when I tell them I listen to Alternative Rock, Harder Rock, and Pop Punk, they give me this weird look.

Favorite bands: All Time Low, Paramore, Linkin Park, 3oh!3, We The Kings, Mayday Parade, Yellowcard, We Are the In Crowd, Hey Monday/Casadee Pope, (She released a solo EP), Evanescence, Avril Lavigne (her older stuff is SO MUCH better. Listened to her since I was like six. No joke.) Course, since I'm an odd duckling, I also listen to disney music. My playlist is diverse. :)

I've seen all these peeps in concert except Linkin Park, (They're a little too big name for us to see) and Evanesence. (Almost saw them but...ah...it's a long story.) and Avril (My sis saw her but I was like seven so too young. Hasn't come round town since that I know of. Plus, big name.).

Anyhoo, also, if any of you delightful readers like, love, or have seen any of these bands, tell me! :)

If you listen to these bands, and have other band suggestions, I would LOVE THAT!

Okay, sorry, I'm almost as obsessed with music as I am with books! *gasp*

Rant done.

PLEASE REVIEW

Disclaimer: I'm sorry, the author is currently too busy crying in a corner about how she does not own Percy Jackson to give a disclaimer.

Song: Your Man by: Down With Webster

Good song, Good band. :)

"Ms. Jackson, we do not tolerate violence in this school!"

I sighed and leaned back into my chair, holding back the impulse to roll my eyes and groan. Before me, sitting at a very official looking desk was a woman who was probably late fifties. A plaque on her door read Mrs. Kaire.

Pronounced care.

I did not miss the irony, I assure you.

She did the same as I and leaned back and sighed. "Silena, I feel that we have been very kind to you by accepting you here. After all, you have a list of schools and expulsions longer than I'd ever seen. Although, your father attended this school and I always believe in a second chance. Or..." she looked down at her notes, "eighth chance, as it appears."

"Were you...I mean...did you know my father?"

She looked at me intently. "Yes, I did. Your grandfather also taught here until recently." I winced, I knew that a good granddaughter would go visit her grandparents. I hadn't visited in five years, and haven't spoke to them in two. If they knew I was so close, they would be on me like hell hounds.

"What did you know about my father?"

"Silena, we are here to discuss about disciplinary actions."

"Yeah, I know, detention for I'm-sure-you'll-tell-me how long. Please?"

She hesitated. "Alright. I only met him a few times. For his freshman orientation he was involved in an incident."

"The fire?" (A/N: Was it a fire? I've read the books 5678986 times and I own the books but I'm lazy and don't feel like moving to go double check. If I recall, the Empousa attacked and created a fire in the band room? Rachel said she'd take care of it.)

She nodded. "Though, we gave him another chance. He was a very nice kid from what I understood. For his first year, he wasn't all that popular though. His Sophomore year, he switched to online learning."

I frowned. I knew that what actually happened was that that was when my father had been taken by Hera. After the Giants war, my father, with a little assistance from the mist, convinced his school that he'd done online schooling.

"After that," she shrugged, "I don't know. He was more confident? He graduated with an...adequate grade average. That's about all I know. Why do you ask."

I crossed my arms. "My father, um, died a while ago."

She frowned sympathetically. "I'm sorry, do you live with your mother."

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded.

Seeming uncomfortable, she returned to the topic of 'disciplinary actions'. "For three weeks you will have three detentions. Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Monday and wednesday you will be here until four-thirty, on Saturday, please be here at eight-thirty. Expect to stay here until eleven. You may bring homework to work on. We will start today." I love how she used 'we'. Like she would actually be there. As if. "Will this be a problem?"

"I got my own car," I replied simply.

She nodded. "Alright. Please do not skip," well, since you say please, "If you do skip," she continues, "more severe action will be required. And refrain from violence."

"Yeah, yeah." I waved it off as I stood to leave.

"Ms. Jackson."

I turned.

"I am sorry about your father. He seemed like he, despite his numerous visits to my office, would grow to be a good man."

I felt a clot in my throat. With difficulty I swallowed it and replied, "He was, ma'am."

She nodded. "Good. Now, go on. You have a class to attend. Here is a pass."

She handed me a pass and I left, eager to escape the enclosed office.

I speed walked to Foods I. I practically sprinted in, making a bigger scene than I had anticipated. For the second time today, the teacher looked startled to see me. "Hello, there," she said, sounding friendly.

"Hey," I said nonchalantly, as if I had not just barged into this room like a maniac. I was relieved when I noted that the teacher looked how Zack had described.

"Are you Silena Jackson?"

I nodded. "Lena." I corrected, though. She nodded.

"Theres a spot over there by Ashley Grayson." She gestured to a tall auburn-haired girl. She smiled friendly as I walked over. When I reached her she held out her hand. "I'm Ashley."

"So I heard," I replied, not accepting her hand.

She frowned, but didn't seem too bothered. Great, she was one of those girls. The perky ones. The teacher went over directions to make these dessert bar-things. When she finished and told us to get to work, I looked at our supplies. It couldn't be too difficult to do this...could it?

The entire time, Ashley chatted away. Between telling me what to do, she seemed to be a master chef, although she was only in Foods I, she would ask me questions. It went kind of like this:

"Where are you from?"

"Um...Colorado?" It came out as a question, but she didn't notice.

"What do your parents do?"

"Not much these days," I would mutter under my breath.

"Oh, only put in two eggs Silena!"

"Lena," I corrected as I cracked my second egg, violent thoughts swirling around in my head.

"There you go!"

Anyway, long story short, it ended in a fire. Luckily, the teacher was able to put it out. I stood off to the side, unwilling to near the fire. I didn't like fire. It reminded me of that day.

Incredulously, the teacher glared at Ashley and I. "How?" Was all she had to ask.

As an answer, Ashley pointed to me. I shrugged. "I'm honestly not sure."

Since, as far as she could prove, it was an accident, I was not sent back to the principal's office. I was told to be more careful, and try to follow Ashley a bit more.

I took it as let Ashley do all the work. Good news, so did Ashley.

Next hour was Chemistry. At least this hour I was supposed to blow stuff up, or so I thought. That wasn't the day's assignment, but I succeeded to do so anyways. I had a feeling my name would come up a lot in the teachers lounge gossip circle.

Fourth hour came along and I dragged my feet. Not only was it English, a sure F for me, but I had it with Zack. When I passed him in the hallways, he would say hi to me, as if we had been best buddies since pre-K.

I walked in and he was sitting in the back again, gesturing to the empty seat next to him. I reluctantly walked over. The teacher, a younger dark-haired male with glasses, took role and called my name. I replied 'here; and tuned out. As I said, if I wanted to focus I could make out words and letters, but my ADHD kinda countered that and I didn't feel like a headache today.

During the lecture, I looked over and saw Zack squinting at the board. Trying, but failing, it appeared, to understand. Either he needed glasses, or he too was dyslexic. I also saw his leg was shaking up and down like mine. ADHD?

I narrowed my eyes, suddenly extremely suspicious. I allowed myself to relax. While I wasn't stupid enough to tell myself Oh, maybe it's a coincidence! I did figure that he probably didn't know who, or what, I was. As soon as I thought he might have a clue, I'd book it, just like usual.

I knew New York was a bad idea.

It's crawling with demigods.