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So yes, today was the first day of school, and it was awful. Especially since the new computer system messed up our schedules so I have this weird science teacher for my homeroom. O.O And I just hate school, so yeah.

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I went up to my room, only to find Nico sitting at the edge of my bed. "Hey, isn't it time for you to go to bed?"

He shrugged, and I could feel the tension rolling off of him. "Where's Bianca?"

I flinched. "You stayed up just for me to answer that? How'd you get in anyway?"

Nico held up a bobby pin. "Stole it from Bianca. Is she okay?"

I swallowed. "Nico, I'm sorry. She gave her life for us so we could go on."

Anger flashed in his eyes. His eyes seemed to harden and looked like black despite the moonlight streaming in through the window.

"You promised you would protect her," he said.

"Nico, I tried, but—"

"You promised!" he yelled.

I heard footsteps in the hallway, making their way toward my room. "Later," I said.

I shoved him into my messy closet and slammed it shut when Mr. Lane came in.

"What's going on here? Students are trying to sleep!" he said.

"Sorry," I said with a fake smile. "And last I recall, you were a teacher, not a student. So you wouldn't know."

His face turned red and slammed my door. I waited for a few seconds, and Nico shoved the closet open, and I fell face-flat on the floor.

"I trusted you!" he said. "I shouldn't have! My visions were right."

"I told you. She wouldn't let me!" I said. My blood turned cold. "Wait, did you get a blood test?"

"Why do you care?" he gripped his left forearm.

"You did, didn't you?" I said. "Nico, tell me—"

He shoved past me and went to his room. He was stronger than he looked.

I sighed and closed my door. I brushed my teeth, but I was too tired to do anything else. I least I was still in my pajamas.

It seemed so long ago when we started searching the school. I couldn't believe that we had only left yesterday. I fell asleep.

I woke up the next day with Dr. Thorn in my room.

"Can I get some privacy?" I muttered and rolled around in my sheets. "I'll go to the office later."

"Up. Now, Jackson," he said.

I suppressed a smile to hear that he still had his strange French accent.

"Up. I'm up," I said.

I got up and was about to change, but he grabbed me back the scruff of my neck and led me to the office.

"Hello, Peter Johnson. Still in your pajamas, I see," Mr. D said. He wrinkled his nose. "Your pajamas from yesterday."

"I would've changed, but someone didn't give me the chance," I said, glaring at Dr. Thorn. He kicked my shin.

"You can go now," Mr. D said. "Pedro, sit."

I rolled my eyes and sat down. Dr. Thorn left the office.

"Now, from what I've heard—" Mr. D started.

"What you've heard is probably wrong," I said.

"As I was saying," he continued, as if I hadn't spoken at all, "You caused an explosion in the secondary building and wrecked the top part of this main building, along with part of the wall that separates you from all of humanity."

"Because we aren't human," I muttered.

"What was that?"

"How would you know that we caused an explosion in the secondary building?" I said. "There's only two floors, after all."

I smirked, and Mr. D seemed to be at a loss for words.

"You know what I'm talking about, Peter!" he roared. "Don't test my patience."

"Already done that enough times," I said, referring the few times I was called in.

I sat back and watched his face turn into darker shades of red.

"Good morning, Mr. D. Sorry that I'm a bit late," Chiron said, coming in the door. "I was busy comforting a student. And, good morning to you too, Percy."

"Good morning, sir," I said politely.

I stifled a laugh at Mr. D's outraged face.

"Ah, and Mr. D," Chiron continued. "One of our sponsors—I don't know which, but I'm hoping for Dare Enterprises, honestly—are going to be coming in on Monday. Also, I think it is pretty reasonable to listen to Percy's side of the story as well."

He wheeled himself into his small office that was connected to this one.

Mr. D scowled. "Blah, blah, blah."

He wrote down some notes. "Well, are you going to start?"

"Sorry?"

"Start explaining, you doofus," he said. "I don't have all day!"

I gulped and started telling him what happened, leaving a few things out, just in case.

"Oookay," he said. "It's clear to me that you're the one at fault, Peeta."

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"Are you hard of hearing?" he said. "So Thorn will be fired. I never really liked him anyway. Chiron!"

"Yes, what is it, Mr. D?" Chiron sighed.

"Do you think that Tantalus fellow will be a good staff member here?"

"No," he answered honestly.

"Okay! Call up that guy and tell him to come here tomorrow for an interview," Mr. D said. "As for you Jansen, detention for a month!"

My jaw dropped even further.

"Mr. D. Perhaps that's a bit too much," Chiron said.

"Ha! He won't even feel a thing!" Mr. D cackled.

"You're supposed to be protecting the students," Chiron reminded. "Your boss won't be happy."

Mr. D paled. I wonder who his boss was. He must've been scary since Mr. D looked scared out of his wits.

"Two weeks then," he said. "Nothing more, nothing less. We'll come get you whenever you're free. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said weakly.

"Then leave! Get out of my sight!"

I rolled my eyes and exited, only to bump into Annabeth. She'd cleaned up nicely after all the things that happened.

"Trouble?" she asked.

"Detention for two weeks," I said, going back up to my room. Surprisingly, Annabeth kept following. "Aren't you worried that you'll get caught?"

"That's the least I can worry about," she said.

I checked my mailbox for any mail, and found an envelope that looked pretty high-quality.

"Who's it from?" Annabeth asked, entering my room.

I shrugged and opened it.

Dear Percy,

I know that you might hate me, and that's perfectly fine and understandable. If you didn't figure it out already, I'm your father.

I bit my tongue to hold back a snarky comment.

Your mom is safe. Don't worry. She's at my place, and no, my wife is not being jealous. Gabe doesn't know me, so she should be relatively safe.

As for your school, I'm sure you already know that it's not a regular school. You've caused a lot of trouble last night.

I rolled my eyes. Did my dad, whoever he was, watch the news 24/7?

I'm trying to bribe the school, sorry—filling out forms to let you leave. Of course, it's not working, but oh well.

Always be armed, wherever you go. Don't trust anyone there. Well, maybe except for Chiron. He's a good person. And I'm sorry about your two late friends.

Your mom told me about your "good friend," Annabeth. Annabeth Chase, right? I've heard of her a lot. Athena's pride and joy. She's really concerned, but she can't go see her. One, because she's at that god-awful school, and two, Zeus doesn't let us see our children, fearing that it'll be a "distraction to our work." He's such a party pooper.

You might have noticed that there's no return address. That was for you and your mom's own safety. The school could've recognized the address. Don't try to contact me. Stay safe son.

Sincerely,

Poseidon Atlantis

I scowled and threw the letter on my table where it landed next to Gabe's letter.

"So your dad is one of the Olympians, huh?" Annabeth said crossing her arms.

"I guess?" I said. The name seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

She rolled her eyes. "The famous marine biologist that owns many aquariums across the country?"

"Oh, right," I said. "Didn't he write an article about saving dolphins?"

She nodded. "Now don't get your ego to big just because your dad is Poseidon, Seaweed Brain."

I arched an eyebrow, but she didn't waver. "Go change," she ordered. "Your clothes are all torn."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said, doing a mock salute.

Annabeth smiled, and I smiled back, glad that I boosted her mood. I grabbed some clothes and went to the restroom.

When I came out, Annabeth was reading my letters.

"Hey!" I protested.

She put a finger on my lips to sush me. "No secrets, right?"

"Uh…" I said, trying to remember the time when I said that.

"No secrets between friends," she sighed.

"Well, you didn't tell me much about your family either," I said.

She crossed her arms again. "Fine, my dad is a history professor at West Point. He married another woman after I was born, and had two boys with her. And according to your letter right here," she said, waving my letter from Poseidon, "my mother is Athena."

"An Olympian?" I said.

She nodded. "Athena Parthenos, but sometimes she goes by Pallas."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Jackson, get out right now," Mr. Graz said. "Detention."

I was about to open the door, but Annabeth stopped me. "Are you really going to give in that easily?"

"What?"

She smirked. "Was your rebellious attitude just a front? What happened to the person that always did dangerous things without caring about the risks?"

I hesitated. "I—"

"When did you become such an obedient softie, Jackson?" she said.

"Are you saying that I'm not capable?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, the smirk not coming off her face. "Maybe it's being implied."

I grinned. "You're on, Wise Girl."

She smiled. "Bring it on, Seaweed Brain."

"Open the door and come out peacefully!" Mr. Graz yelled.

Annabeth stepped to the window. The building had toppled over in that direction, so the window showed a beautiful view of a building wall with broken windows.

She opened the window and jumped out. There was a soft poof on the ground, and Annabeth stood there, beckoning to me.

It didn't seem safe, but then again, what was the fun if it was safe? I jumped out as Mr. Graz said, "I'm going to break your door down!"

Oh, how disappointed he will be.

I fell on a huge pile of soft moss.

"Nice," I said, patting the moss around me. "So what are we gonna do?"

"We're going to go over to the library," she answered, as if that was obvious. "I still haven't figured out who Daedalus is! I saw him a few times when I was taken."

"Oh," I said. "But are you doing this because you think I'm the one that Rachel was talking about."

She nodded stiffly.

"But what if I'm not?" I said. "Why do you think I'm the one?"

"Instincts," she said. "And ever since you came, things became different. A mass of students were enrolled, soon after you were. I've figured out things that I never would've known before. And I don't think that's a coincidence. Do you?"

I didn't answer. She was right. It was too big for it to be a coincidence.

We moved past the broken building, and I saw Zoë's body still lying on the street. People simply moved around her.

"Wait," I said.

I walked over and gently lifted her. I was angry that they didn't even have the decency to bury her or move her.

Annabeth studied me, as if seeing what I would do.

"There's a garden that Bianca told me about. Almost no one goes there," I ventured.

"Alright then," Annabeth said. "Lead the way."

I followed Bianca's directions, sticking to the wall behind the secondary building. Sure enough, it opened up into a big garden.

The garden was beautiful. There were a variety of flowers, all planted to accompany each other nicely. There were even fat clumps of grapes growing here and there.

I laid Zoë in the flowers. A gentle breeze swept by, spreading the smell of flowers.

I didn't even know that I was crying until Annabeth reached out and wiped them away for me.

"Come on, Percy," she said quietly. "Let's go."

She slipped her hand in mine, but I didn't feel embarrassed. I was just glad to know that there was someone that cared about me nearby, and that she was alive.