Hey guys! This is just a quick question, but are any of you gonna to PJO ship weeks? It seems fun, but I don't know if I'm gonna do it. Maybe, if I'm really bored. Haha.

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"Get up Percy! Get up!" Grover said shaking me.

I opened my eyes, my head hurting like crazy. "Uhh?"

"I leave you for a few minutes, and I find you passed out next to the restrooms!" Grover panicked.

"I'm where?" I groaned, standing up.

I was, indeed, right next to the restrooms. Let's just say that it didn't smell so nice. But it didn't make sense. I was at the library, not the restrooms. And there was that girl who beat me up in the first place… I decided not to mention her.

Grover shook his head, his curly hair flying all over the place. "I was at the environmental class meeting—you know those activities we have to partake in? And you went to go explore, and I came to see where you were—you weren't in your room—and I found you here."

"Huh," I said.

"Percy, did anything happen?"

"Nope," I lied.

Grover gave me a weird look, like he knew that I was hiding something. Then again, I was one of the worst liars in history. "Fine."

"Is it time for lunch yet?" I asked. Getting beat up made me hungry.

"In an hour," he said. "I'll introduce you to some people and the activities."

He took me back upstairs—I just hoped that the girl wasn't there. Grover showed me the rooms where you sign up. There was music (he didn't recommend that because although there are instruments, there's also some really awful singers in there that bust your eardrums), art (he also didn't recommend that if I didn't want my hair shaved off or permanent marker all over my face), and the other "safer" options being study hall and environmental.

"No sports?" I asked.

"Yeah," Grover said. "Dunno why, but the gym's always open, and we have a really hard PE coach that'll make you not want to do PE for the rest of your life. I think it's because they're afraid that we'll harm each other or break the building down."

I laughed. "Well, the students are finding more creative ways harm people."

"I'd suggest the environmental class, but it doesn't seem like your type," Grover said. "You probably want to do study hall instead. You just work on your homework and other work. There's a lot of people in it."

"It seems like the best choice," I agreed.

"But I'll introduce you to some people. Come on," he said dragging me to the environmental classroom.

There were more people than I thought in the environmental class.

"Hey guys," Grover said. "I wanted you to meet Percy. Percy, meet the class."

The students there seemed pretty nice. Grover introduced me to Katie Gardner, a girl around my age with black hair and brown eyes. She also worked part-time at the school store to give a hint that she wasn't that bad of a person. Apparently she was working at the store the time the Stoll brothers decided to break in.

"Nice to meet you Percy," she smiled, shaking my hand. She seemed pretty nice.

"Don't make her mad though. She can get mean and violent," Grover whispered.

Katie heard, but just laughed it off.

Then there was Katie's cousin, Miranda Gardiner, who looked similar to her. She had slightly darker hair, and lighter eyes.

The other person Grover introduced me to was Juniper.

"Percy, this is Juniper," he said. "Juniper, Percy."

Juniper was petite, and had wispy amber hair the color of tree sap with leaf-green eyes.

"Hey," she said.

I was about to say "Hey" back, but there was a loud crash, and Grover jumped. "I'm gonna go see what that was." He raced off.

Juniper rolled her eyes. "Oh, Grover."

I noticed a small smile on her face accompanied with a slight blush. "You like him?"

Juniper blushed even more. "Oh, please don't tell Grover that! It's already weird, crushing on someone that you met at a school for criminals."

"I won't," I promised.

Grover came running back. "Sorry. A rabbit came out of its cage." He shuddered. "Rabbits."

"You're scared of rabbits?"

Grover huffed. "Yeah. You have a problem with it?"

"No," I said stifling a laugh. "But we should get going. Bye, Juniper!"

Grover repeated the same thing, and we left the environmental classroom.

"It's hard to believe that some of you guys are criminals," I said. "No offense."

Grover nodded. "But you know, some were framed or had a bad lawyer and stuff. Please don't ask about lawyers or anything. I'm not too knowledgeable on law or lawyers or politics."

"I don't blame you," I said, remembering when we were learning about the government. "What's next?"

"I'll show you a few people from art and music," he said. "You said that you're going to be in study hall, so you might as well just meet them yourself."

We started with art, and Grover was really eager to get out of there as soon as possible, so I only met this one girl named Rachel Elizabeth Dare. She had frizzy red hair and bright green eyes. Grover knew her too, because she actively supported the projects the environmental class did.

Grover quickly pulled me out of that room when he saw a group of students take out a box of scissors.

"Thank the gods we got out of there," Grover said.

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe they just needed to cut something."

"That something could be us!"

He showed me the music room which was extremely loud, with really bad singers—not that I was good at singing anyway.

I met Lee Fletcher who played the lyre and his distant cousin, Michael Yew, who played the electric guitar.

"You might want to get out of here, quick," Lee chuckled, as Michael tried to play over the singers.

"We will," Grover said, and dragged me out of there again. He closed the door. "It's soundproof."

My ears were still ringing, but I nodded.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He walked over to the study hall classroom which was empty, and quickly signed me up for the class. "I mean about getting beat up, not the music class."

"Oh. Yeah," I said. "A few bruises here and there, but I've been through worse."

I got into fights with Gabe a lot when he started to get physical, but my mom didn't know about until yesterday. And I was part of a gang, and we weren't exactly the friendly type.

Grover gave me a questioning look.

I sighed. "Fine. Maybe some more bruises, and maybe my body still aches. But it's not too bad."

"Sure," he shrugged.

We decided to hang out a bit outside near the environment class's garden. Grover was telling me more about himself and the school, and started talking about Juniper a bit.

"Hey, new kid," someone said.

I looked up, and saw that it was the guy who shoved me in the hall earlier. He had eyes like Gabe and shaggy black hair. I noticed that one of his front teeth were chipped.

"What do you want?" I said. It wasn't the smartest move, but this guy seemed like a big bully.

The guy bared his teeth. "I'm Matt Sloan," he said, as if it was supposed to scare me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Go on." Grover was sending me a warning look.

"You need to learn how things go around here," he snarled.

He threw a punch at me, but this time I was ready. I grabbed his fist and twisted his arm. He growled to cover his pain, and threw a punch with his other hand. His fist made contact with my face, and I winced. He kicked my left shin, and I fell. He grinned, and I grinned back. I swept my leg out and he fell on his face in the grass.

"You…" he growled.

"Save yourself the humiliation, Sloan," I said.

He opened his mouth to say something, but just left.

"Percy, you should be more careful," Grover chided. "If this keeps going on, you're going to die during the school year!"

"I'm fine," I said, wiping some blood off my mouth. "No one saw that, right?"

"I distracted the staff," he said. "Don't expect me to do it too much though."

"Thanks," I said. "You're the best."

Grover smiled. "You might want to get cleaned up before you go to lunch. There's probably going to be at least one teacher there."

"I don't have a first-aid kit," I said dumbly.

"Let's go ask Lee to fix you up," Grover said. "He's a great healer."

So there we went, going back up again.

"You have really bad luck," Lee said. He had brought Michael with him.

"Is it just today or is it always like this?" Michael added rubbing some alcohol on some other cuts that I got from before.

"Always," I said, squeezing my eyes closed. I hated the pain of rubbing alcohol. It stings more than the wound itself.

Lee rubbed something on bruises that were slowly showing themselves. "Here. Just apply this on your bruises at least once every day. The pain should go away in no time."

"Thanks," I said.

"Anytime Percy," Michael said. "You'd better be careful. Remember, this is a school for criminals. We're just doing the nurse a favor by doing this."

Lee snorted. "If all the injured students went to her, she would have a heart attack."

"Well, we'll see you later, maybe," Grover mumbled.

We left, not wanting to hear about all the patients they've treated. We walked back to the other building, as it was almost time for lunch.

"I'm going to put my stuff in my room," I said. "I'll see you at the tables."

Grover gave me a wary look. "Are you sure you can come back in one piece?"

"Yeah. I'm not a baby," I said. "Seriously. What else can happen?"

Grover laughed and headed off for the cafeteria while I went upstairs. I had to make that long walk back to my room, and I considered throwing my stuff, but thought better of it. I put my toothbrush in the restroom where it belonged, and threw my uniform in the closet. But hey, at least it's clean.

I started walking back to the cafeteria, when a burly girl with stringy brown hair stopped me. There were a few other girls behind her that looked like her goons.

"Hey, newbie," she snarled.

"What do you want?" I sighed. At least she knew that I was new. Her goons laughed.

"We have an initiation ceremony for newbies," she said.

"Does that include getting in a fight with Matt Sloan?" I questioned. I felt like I knew where this was going. "And I have a name you know."

"Whatever, Prissy," she said.

"Percy."

"Whatever," she said again. "So, you fought with Sloan huh? Doesn't look like the type to beat someone up."

I scowled. "Does it matter what I look like?"

"Fine then, Prissy," she said. "Prove it to me."

I got ready to fight, but before I could even do anything, she had her hands around my neck. I tried to kick her and punch her, but it didn't do a thing. She had strong arms—I bet she could beat up every student in this school without breaking a sweat.

"This guy beat Sloan?" she said. "That's hard to believe. Then again, Sloan has no brain, and can be beat by even the simplest of tricks." She looked at me square in the eye. "Is that all you've got?"

She dragged me right past the cafeteria, and I saw where we were going. The restrooms. And these smelled worse than the ones I was passed out next to. She threw open the door of the girls' restroom, and a bad smell of makeup and perfume and some other nasty things overthrew me. I gagged.

And for those of you out there who used to wonder what the girls' restrooms looked like, you don't want to know. Especially the ones at high schools.

The girl opened a stall and grabbed me by my hair.

"Oh, no," I muttered. "You're not going to—"

She started shoving my face down the toilet. I tried to resist, which slowed her down, but not forever.

The bottom of the toilet smelled even worse the restroom itself. It smelled a hundred times worse. I was aware of the girl's goons just standing off to the side and laughing.

"Is that all you've got?"

Her words echoed in my ears. No. I wouldn't let someone take control of me. Not after Gabe. I'd prove them all wrong; I'm not a solely bad criminal. I was much more than that.

I roughly rolled to the side, and the girl eventually let go of my hair, though it hurt when she did that. I pushed her into the toilet, but she grabbed my head along with her. I felt like throwing up. I reached to the side and flushed the toilet. I shut my eyes and mouth.

"Ew, gross!" she yelled, and shoved us out of there.

"It wasn't my idea to shove a person's head down a toilet!" I said back. "You think it wasn't disgusting for me too?"

She motioned to her goons who shot dirty looks at me for humiliating their leader, and left the restroom.

The girl paused before leaving. "You're dead, Prissy," she said. "You're so dead."