Disclaimer: I do not own Percy, or any of the other PJO/HOO characters. Why do I keep forgetting to do that anyways?

Annabeth

The teacher began to write on the star board. Annabeth was relieved that she wrote down her name, otherwise she probably wouldn't remember it. Annabeth was if anything, a little anxious about the test. She didn't accept anything below at least a B, which was fine since she always got an A or A+. Unless it was a partner task which she didn't count.

"Ok, I am going to read a question off one of the tests, but don't worry it's a test for year sixes from another school," the teacher paused, clearing her throat. "There are 19 fish in the tank. Some are red, some a blue and some are yellow. There are twice as many yellow fish as blue fish. There is one more red then yellow. How many blue fish are there?"

Reyna

"And we'll never be Royal, royal, it don't run in our blood, that kinda love just ain't for us, we crave a different kinda buzz. Let me be your ruler, ruler, you can call me Queen Bee-" my beautiful singing was sadly interrupted.

"No, I will not let you be the ruler, I believe that to be my job," the face of an old lady hung above me. She smiled kindly at me, but that didn't help me get over the shock of her being her. I mean, I guess I WAS sent to her, but hey, I ain't want her ta hear may sing. "Should we take this party to my office?" The principle asked kindly. Honestly, I didn't really have a choice so I reluctantly followed.

Frank

I wrote the math question down in my book, trying to make sense of it. It seemed easy enough to understand, it was really just a matter of division.

I had only just finished reading the question twice, when Annabeth's hand shot in the air. The teacher called on her, and Annabeth got to her feet.

"Well there are quite a few ways to solve this problem," she began to draw a chart. "You could use a chart, you could just try different combinations or you could do this," Amnabeth explained as she wrote the number 19. She drew three lines down from it so it looked a little like this: 19

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She continued to pretty much teach us, but I soon got lost. Instead I just looked at Annabeth. Her golden locks were lightly brushing her shoulders and her grey eyes held a kind of light, which was definitely an effect of her explanation.

sorry this was kinda a filler chapter, and Reyna, what the hell were you singing?

Reyna: I have a butter knife and I'm not afraid to stab you in the eye

Peter: you go gurl! But pls don't steal my moves

Me: you'll never catch me alive! *jumps out the window*

Reyna: *peers out window* yep she's dead. *high fives Peter*

Me: come in Tris we gotta escape from these pansy cakes.