Thank you, Cory Monteith for gifting me with your character of Melchior. I will never hear Spring Awakening without thinking of you. You were gone too soon, but may you rest in heaven.

Thanks to: choirgirl21, ima steal your chocolate, Computermind123, Keeta-x-Tribias, elliefs, sonofthetrigod, Mango21, percabeth2511

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Jason

Walking into Briarwood, Jason couldn't say that he wasn't used to people staring at him. The other students weren't being mean or anything but it was just quite awkward since Jason Grace can kill Titans and make a super powerful Earth goddess hibernate but he's never been to public school.

He keeps his head down, backpack slowly murdering his spine with all the (un)necessary books that weighed him down. Finally the stares slowly melted into brisk chatter, and Jason reached his locker, 0126.

And of course, the locker combination doesn't work. Slamming his head on the slab of metal hell, Jason sighs and wishes he were in Camp Jupiter, or in New Rome having breakfast with Piper, or reclining on the lawn chairs on the Argo II and planning pranks with Percy, Leo, Frank, and Nico.

A voice shocks Jason back to reality. "Hey," a guy unlocking the locker next to him says. "Need help?"

"Yeah, thanks." Jason says with a grateful smile. He tells the guy his locker combination, and he unlocks it with no problem.

"I'm Fred."

"Jason." He says with a smile and a nod.

"'Guess I'll see you in class." And with a wave, Fred walks away.

Hades, only ten minutes till homeroom. Unpacking his bag and getting his books for American History, Jason comes across the pictures.

He pins each picture to his locker, softly laughing when he remembers Nico looking so frustrated for Percy to understand the rules of Mythomagic. "No, Percy. Poseidon has two hundred less points than Hades. That means that Hades is two hundred times more powerful."

Taking the last picture of him and his eight best friends, he feels a bittersweet moment. Tucking the picture in his pocket, he plans to tape it to the front of his binder.

Walking into homeroom, there's only one seat left in the very back, which is wonderful. For once, Jason doesn't want to answer any questions.

But throughout American History, Jason keeps thinking he sees Annabeth leaning forward on her desk, engrossed by the information, or Reyna taking notes, or Leo playing with a miniature robot that he made out of boredom.

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Don't forget to R&R!

~Daisy