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I started unpacking my things which took hours. I didn't bother organizing my clothes in the closet. I just threw them on the floor of the closet; shirts on the right, pants on the left, and everything else in between in the middle.

I didn't bring any books, so that was good. I found my toothbrush inside a dirty shirt that reeked of moldy pizza like Gabe had used it to wipe the table (although he'd be too lazy to do it). I threw that away.

I left some stuff unpacked in my bags like my school things and started cleaning the room. I used the stinky shirt to wipe some of the dust off. It made my room stink like moldy pizza and other nasty things, but it did the job of wiping off the dust. I wiped off the desk which actually turned out to be black, not gray, and the walls were actually a sea-green. I brought out the bed sheets outside the room and brushed the dust off. I felt sorry for whoever the janitor was.

If this school even had one.

I couldn't concentrate on cleaning though. Seriously, who even wants to be dusting the floor, the restroom, the toilet, and heck, I had to even clean the ceiling! I coughed as the dust came raining down. Great. Now I had to clean the floor again.

"Forget it!" I mumbled. I flopped down on the bed, and jumped back up. The mattress was like rock. And the sheets were dirty again. Drat.

I yelled in frustration and kicked my bag across the room. It stopped halfway to the door.

Knock, knock.

I groaned and opened the door. "Who is it?"

A scrawny looking guy with bad acne greeted me in front of the door. "You're Percy Jackson, the new kid, right?"

I nodded. "And you are?"

"Oh, sorry! I'm Grover. Nice to meet you," he said shaking my hand. He didn't seem like anyone to cause a crime. "I just wanted to say, tomorrow, I can give you a tour of the school. I mean, if you want to."

"Sure, that'd be great," I said.

Grover smiled. "Great! Oh, and just saying, each room has their own mailbox thing right by their door." He motioned to a rusty old-fashioned mailbox. "It's how Mr. D gets in contact with certain students without actually talking to them, though sometimes they're used for other purposes too, like for news and stuff. And don't worry. No one looks through your mailbox."

"Okay," I said. "Thanks."

"And, um, it's getting late, so I'll talk to you tomorrow," Grover said. "My room's 12G, if I happen to oversleep tomorrow."

I nodded, and he trotted back to his room, which thankfully wasn't too far from mine. I looked in my mailbox and found a thick packet with words. I groaned, and brought it with me back into my room.

It was dark outside already. I had spent the last couple of hours cleaning and unpacking my things. And now I was going to stay up all night reading this packet. I flicked on the lights.

The first page said the things that I already knew—about not being able to leave the school and whatnot—except in fancier words. I had wasted two hours and a half on that page. The second page talked about rules.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a minute. The words were swimming around in my head. The letters were changing their order and making new nonexistent words in my head. I stayed like that for a while then tried to read again.

"Rules," I read out loud. "'1. Boys are not allowed to go into the girls' dorms, and girls aren't allowed to go in the boys. Simple as that, brats. Why would you even want to go in the other dorms anyway?'"

I frowned. Obviously Mr. D wrote this. The first page, probably someone else.

"'2. St-stewards—no, students,'" I corrected. "'Students are not a-allied. Students are not allowed to leave their rooms after 10. And don't even try snorkeling—sneaking—out for midnight snacks.'"

I threw the paper down, and leaned against the wall. It was too hard. And Mr. D's annoying comments didn't help either. I moved to my desk and tried again.

"'3. If caught, students will have a week worth of dentures—detention. It-It'll be fun to watch,'" I read. "Well, it won't be fun for someone to watch me read!"

"'4. No profanity,'" I said. Mr. D started cussing, which I won't repeat. "'—it. Who the—even cares about that rule?'"

Breaking his own rule in the same line. How convenient.

"'5. Letters and other problems—packages—must be checked or scanned because—before—being accepted or sent out. Don't even think about sending in-invitations—inappropriate—things."

I leaned back in my chair and stretched. I looked at the digital clock placed conveniently on the desk. 1:48. School hasn't even started yet and I'm already about to pull a late nighter. I'd ask Grover for the rules tomorrow.

I went to the restroom and changed into a baggy blue shirt and gray sweatpants. I looked for my toothbrush, but then I remembered that I threw it away because it was in my really disgusting shirt that I also threw away. I groaned and looked around if they supplied you with any toothbrushes.

I wasted 10 minutes doing that. I ended up using my finger as a toothbrush instead. I know it's disgusting, but I felt like being clean. I didn't eat a whole lot today (I only ate oh—six pancakes, five chocolate chip cookies, three candy bars, and a bag of chips.) but I didn't want to be like Gabe. There you go.

"Finally, sleep," I said. The clock said 2:24. Great.

I turned off the lights and flopped onto the bed until I remembered something. I didn't clean the sheets again.

I woke up to a sound of rapid knocking. "You want to stop, Gabe?" I yelled and sat up.

Then I remembered. I wasn't at home. I was at Goode High. I looked at the clock. 7:58. I buried my head in my hands for a few seconds, then opened the door.

"Sorry, Percy," Grover said with wide eyes at the door.

"Nah, I'm sorry," I said. "I thought I was at home, you know?"

Grover loosened up. "Oh, yeah. You might want to hurry up and get changed. Breakfast is starting soon."

"Yeah, I should," I stretched. "Come in if you want. I'm going to go change."

I turned around and Grover came in. "Why are your clothes dirty? Not to be rude or anything…"

I laughed as I grabbed a shirt and jeans from the closet. "I got my bed dirty again while cleaning my room, and I just fell asleep without cleaning it again."

Grover rolled his eyes while I went to go change. I came out a moment later in a green shirt and jeans.

"Let's go," Grover said.

"Yeah, I'm starving. I didn't eat a proper dinner last night," I said. As we were leaving the dorm, I asked him, "You mind telling me the rules? I tried reading that packet, but I have dyslexia. I gave up on rule four."

"Right," Grover said. "So basically, no stealing, no drugs—they check your dorms once a week for cleanliness and banned items—no phones, no food in dorms—but everyone breaks that rule anyway—and nothing really important other than that. It's just the classic banned items and actions."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Looks like I'll be having detention forever then."

Grover laughed. "We get to write letters once a week to our families, which is as nice as they'll ever get. Rules for school will be explained once classes start."

I nodded, wonder if it was even possible to be expelled from a school of criminals.

"And this is our mess hall," Grover said.

The mess hall was on the ground floor and was brightly lit by ceiling lights. Food was placed on buffet-style trays. There were wooden tales placed all around the mess hall—basically, it looked like a mess hall no one would think would exist in this school.

"Wow," I muttered.

"This school has many rich sponsors," Grover explained. "The food's great too! For breakfast, we just grab a small something and just walk around with it, but you're always welcome to sit down and eat too."

I waited in the line of students and grabbed a bagel and a cookie. Grover grabbed a simple apple.

"Let me tell you more about the school," Grover said. "And show you some other places."

We exited the mess hall and he pointed to the right. "The restrooms are there, if you need to go during school days or if the toilet in your room isn't functioning or anything."

"Speaking of the restroom," I said, "do you know where I can get a toothbrush? I threw mine away."

"I won't even ask," Grover laughed. "Yeah, they have a little store here since we're not allowed to go outside. I'll show you right now."

He led me outside. "Don't you ever get angry about not being able to leave?"

Grover shrugged. "Yeah. We all did. But we got over it eventually."

He showed me store which was a little shack with a blue roof.

"You need money to buy things, but you can always ask someone to steal them for you," Grover said.

He waved over two boys in the corner, laughing. "This is Connor and Travis Stoll."

"Hey," one of them said, I couldn't tell who. "New kid right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm Percy." I didn't even bother telling Grover that he was showing me how to break the rule as soon as he told them to me.

"Oh yeah, if you're wondering which is which," the other said rolling his eyes. "I'm Travis, the older and taller one, and that's Connor, the younger and shorter one."

Connor rolled his eyes at him. "I'm not that short."

"Can you steal us some things from the store?" Grover asked. "It's for Percy."

Travis grinned. "That's our specialty."

I could already figure out why they were sent here.

"So what do you need?" he asked.

"Um, a toothbrush and some soap," I said.

"And a uniform," Grover added.

My jaw dropped. "We even have a uniform in this blasted school?"

"Just wear when you attend class," Connor advised. "And change right after. That's what most of us do."

"Be right back," Travis said. "You guys owe us, by the way."

They went in the store and there was laughing and screaming from inside. The Stolls came out a moment after, laughing.

"That was awesome," Travis said, with the biggest grin ever.

"Yeah," Connor said and tossed me my things. "Did you see her face? Oh my gods, it was really funny."

"Come on Percy," Grover said, pulling me from my daze.

"So classes are over in that other building," Grover said, pointing to a building a bit smaller than the main building.

"Why can't they just place classes in this building?" I asked.

"They don't want new people to see what's going on," Grover said. "It's hard to explain. There's also mandatory activities you can do outside of the buildings to show that we can produce things instead of doing just bad things like criminals. But the activities are mostly student-run."

"Since Mr. D doesn't really care about our education," I guessed. I also guessed that this was as far as they were going to let us out. Heck, there was even a really high brick wall so that we couldn't climb over of see what was going on in the "outside world."

Grover nodded and showed me the inside of the building. "There's another restroom here if you really need it, but almost everyone uses the other one since they get to waste more time like that."

"Hey, but you know how you said that we need money to buy things from the store?" I asked, and he nodded. "How do you even get the money?"

Grover shrugged. "I don't know. But some students just seem to conjure money out of nowhere. And you're allowed to receive money from whoever sends it to you from the outside."

Grover pointed out a few more places while casually avoiding the other students.

"The library's on the second floor," Grover said. "And if you want to sign up for the activities, they all have their respective classes on the second floor too, not that there's many." He glanced at the clock. "Sorry, but I need to be going. You can look around some more. I'll see you at lunch."

He ran off outside again, leaving me alone.

"So you're the new kid?" someone asked, sizing me up.

I nodded. "What's it to you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Watch what you say here. You're going to be beaten to pulp here soon enough."

He shoved me roughly aside and walked off, and I wondered if I was going to be the loser here again. To be a loser of the losers, I thought.

Then I saw a flash of blond near the stairs. I frowned, wondering if it was the blond girl I saw yesterday. It was strange, because she looked like she was sneaking around. I followed her up the stairs and saw her slip into the library.

Just when I took a step in, I was met by a series of (strong) punches. I didn't even have a chance to defend myself or see what was going on. She knocked me in the head and I started losing consciousness. I briefly wondered if there was even a librarian here and if they even noticed or cared about someone getting beat up in the library.

"You'd better shut your mouth or else," she hissed. "I was never here, and neither were you. So shut it."

She set me aside and I blacked out.