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Book of the Update: Crunch Time
Song of the Update: In the Heights (See what I did there? Advertising for my new story? Check it out:))
Hazel was nervous. Unlike quite a few of her best friends, she'd been to public school. But that was in the 1940s, where there was World War II, racism, and pin-up girls. Plus, pop culture is difficult nowadays. The Saturday with Percy and Leo helped her, but you can't learn the glossary of a decade in five hours.
So, the daughter of Pluto walks through a New Orleans very different than her own, gets lost a few times, and finally finds Douglass School.
Walking through the doors, she wished that her friends were beside her. She wished even more that Frank was beside her. He wasn't just her boyfriend, he was her best friend. He accepted her even though she was an outcast, Roman world or not.
The girls wore mini skirts, skinny jeans, and what were those called? Short shorts? Hazel self-consciously pulled down her knee length plaid skirt.
Reaching her locker, it took her about five tries to open up the locker. It was much more complicated then it seemed. Opening the door up, the room inside was probably made for a pre-schooler's backpack, it was so small.
The girl opening her locker next to Hazel paid her no attention. People have become so rude.
The heroine of Olympus shoves her backpack in the confined space with her foot and closes the door. Hazel decides she doesn't like lockers.
Walking into biology, which was her homeroom, Hazel took her seat next to a girl with wildly curly brown hair, much like her own, and bright green eyes.
"Hi! I'm Lauren!" Lauren held out her hand, and Hazel took it graciously. Finally someone kind.
Hazel had some trouble with the Trapper Keeper, and soon all the pencils exploded out of the netted bag. Lauren knelt down to help her pick them up, and the daughter of Pluto noticed that the shadows in the corners seemed to be gravitating toward the green-eyed girl, not Hazel. And in hard white light of the classroom, Grace's skin was freakishly pale. Well, there's a problem.
Hazel ignored the fact that Lauren was most likely a demigod, but she didn't say a thing. She'd contact Percy and Annabeth later.
Class started, and the first unit they'd be studying was on animal. Hazel missed Frank more than ever.
Throughout the class though, Hazel could have sworn she saw Piper rebraiding her hair, Annabeth take constant notes in her notebook, and Frank, his brown eyes warm, and human form flickering.
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