Percy P.O.V

I did not want to do this.

I could face terrorists.

Monsters.

Angry Gods.

Titans.

Primordials.

Demigods.

I could walk through hell itself.

But this was worse than anythign I'd ever faced before.

It sent shivers down my spine and haunted my thoughts.

I'd been dreading it for weeks.

Going back to school!

Chiron had insisted though, so here I was struggling to keep my bag on my back and walk with my crutches at the same time (I still wasn't very good with my crutches and I kept falling over. I hadn't seen any of my mortal friends since before the attack and they hadn't heard anything about me except the vague news reports (A/n: This was before the interview.). I w as going to be stared at and harassed all day and, because of my stupid crutches, I wouldn't even be able to run from them. And PE, the only subject I was actually good at, would become a torture session as I sat at the side and watched everyone else play.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't regret what I'd done, how could I? It was just annoying that I had to have crutches and bullet wounds hurt for Poseidon's sake! I mean a small, hard piece of metal tearing through you at, like, a bajillion miles per hour! Mortals are just mean! And I though the ancient Greek/Roman weapons were nasty, the modern ones were just a whole new level (unless you looked at torture devices)!

Argh! Stupid ADHD!

Where was I?

Oh yeah, school. Joy (note the oh so subtle sarcasm).

To put it simply: I was not looking forward to this.

I hissed as I got out the car and my leg screamed in pain. Being a demigod sucked, not only did you have to deal with monsters and other evil things (not to mention the Gods) but the godly blood completely incinerated the mortal painkillers I was given, meaning my bullet wounds hurt almost as much as they did when I first got them every time I moved t all, which included breathing!

I cringed. I'd just set foot out of the car and already the entire school was staring at me. Not cool. People I barely knew had stopped what they were doing to stare at me. Weren't they taught that it was rude to stare at people?

I ignored their stares as I struggled to the front office. I definitely hated my crutches. The 'walk' across the playground seemed to take an age and the only sound my hyper active senses could pick up was the clacking of my crutches on the concrete. I could feel my bag slipping down my arm as I arrived at the offices.

The receptionist looked up from the computer monitor as th edoor creaked open (opening doors with your back while on crutches is not fun).

"Percy!" Obviously. "What do you need?" Really? Really? I'd missed the first half of the semester due to fricking bullet wounds and she wonders what I need. Umm...may be my time table! Just a thought but it may be useful to actually know what I was supposed to be doing for the rest of the year. I didn't say any of that though.

"Ummm...I need my timetable please." She jumped as if htis was a huge surprise. She was doing the rude staring thing too! I'd hoped the adults would know better, then again I did know fricking immortals who were less mature than me so...

"Well here you go, dear. Homeroom starts in 7 minutes." Great I have seven minutes to try to hobble up three flights of stairs.I sighed quietly.

"Thank you, Miss."

So I set off.

XXXXI am most defintiely not a time skipxxxx

When I finally reached my homeroom I was five minutes late (seriously, I'd only had the crutches a day or two, you can't expect me to be anexpert!) and as I struggled to push the door open I was stared at by thirty adolecent kids and balding, middle aged teacher.

"Hi, Sir. Sorry I'm late, I'm not too good with stairs yet." I offered him my best apologetic smile.

He stared for minute (that was really getting annoying) then snapped out of it.

"Of course, that's fine. Do you need anything?"
"Errr, just a place to sit and maybe someone to help me with doors for the day." He nodded, I think he was actually kind of in awe of me. I almost laughed at the thought, if he only knew the more impressive things I'd done, he wouldn't think that taking a bullet or two was so bad. Ok, I may have been exagerating and making it seem like the bullets were the worst thing in the world earlier and yeah, they did hurt like Hades, but I'd definitely been through worse. I mean, Kronos' sythem tartarus, Geae-seriously ADHD! Go! Away!

I realised he was talking again.

"-You can sit here at the front," He gesgured to a desk in the second row closesst to the door, "And Nathaniel can help you with your bags." Nat was one of my best (mortal) friends here at Goode and I was glad he'd be the one to help me, he also happened to be the one I was now sitting next to.

"Thanks, Sir." I swang over to my seat, it was fun to do big 'strides' on the crutches, as the teacher went back to working at his desk for a minute."Hey, Nat, long time no see." I grinned at him.

"I missed you Perce. How's your side?" He seemed really worried, but was quite obviously trying to hide it. I grinned at him.

"Hurts like hell, but I'll be fine. What've I missed here at the lovely place we call school?" He grinned at my attemp of humour. I didn't want to spend the whole day expaining about my leg and being stared at, although I feared the later was going to be a lost cause.

"Nothing much, Steph has apparently slept with three different guys since you've bee gone." I raised my eyebrow, Steph was the school slut but that was still bad, even for her.

"Wow. Anything good happen?"
"Not really, some new teachers but that's about it." He shrugged and I nodded.

"Mr. Jackson and Mr. Smith (Nat) you can go now."

"Thanks, Sir." I was in the process of getting up when one of the stupid jocks decided to speak up.

"Why does the cripple runt get to leave before us?!" Wow, intelligence really wasn't his strong point.

"First, he is not a cripple nor a runt, he's been hurt and most definitely does not deserve to be insulted for what he did," Thanks sir, "and secondly, because if he doesn't leave now he wont get to his first class in time."
The jock huffed.

"That's not fair, I bet he's just faking to get out of classes early." I almost laughed.

"Yeah, because I'd go to the trouble of dealing with crutches and getting stared at for an extra three minutes out of class and I could totally fake a terrorist attack." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I bet your just playing it up for sympathy then!" That crossed a line.

"Michael," I got closer to him and spoke quietly, but my voice was hard as ice and everyone could make out what I was saying, "Let me tell you- no one-not even me, could fake-this level-of pain." My words were excebtuated by deep breaths in between them, the movement had aggravated my wounds. With those words I left the shocked class and headed off to first period with my best friend in tow.

A/n:
This is going to be a three parter (maybe more or less if I decide to change it) and I'd really appreciate ideas for what could happen to him throughout his day and maybe even into the next depending on how popular this idea is. :D

-Samantha2611