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Chapter 1
I Meet My Fellow Fish
Percy's POV
Look, I didn't want to be a high-schooler.
If you're reading this because you think it's going to be easy, my advice is: forget this notion as soon as possible. Try and enjoy the time you have left in elementary or middle school.
Being a high-schooler can be tiring or even scary. Most of the time, you'll end up longing for the times when life was so simple.
If you already in high school, then you know exactly what I am talking about. The long hours of homework, the cliques, the lack of recess, the monstrous teachers, and so on.
For the rest of you, don't say you weren't warned.
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My story begins in much the same way as most of these stories do: with my alarm clock going off.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
With a frustrated groan, I turned over and slammed the snooze button. 6:30 am, I saw glowing back at me. Like a zombie, I got up and went to take a shower. The cold water did a lot to help me wake up. But the thing that really got my attention was the smell. I got dressed in a hurry (in my Mets shirt, of course) and rushed downstairs. At the kitchen stove is my mom and she is baking my absolute favourite meal: blue pancakes.
"Morning mom," I said, still sounding somewhat sleep-deprived (which I was).
"Well, good morning to you too, high schooler," Mom replied with a big grin on her face.
"Don't remind me," I said with a groan, putting my head in my hands. First days of school are always the worst. All you do is go in and say hello to all your friends, all of whom you've been spending time with the entire summer anyway. Of course, now I was going to high school. Maybe it would be different, better even. With my luck, it would almost certainly be worse though.
I ate quickly before getting packed and ready.
"What's the rush?" my mom asked as I was about to walk out the door.
"They want us there early to pick up our schedules," I said. "Love you, Mom," I said quickly before putting on my trusty Mets hat and running out the door.
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Five minutes later, I was arriving at the entrance to Goode High School. I'm not gonna lie; they had a pretty impressive setup. There was a red carpet along with a guard of honour from the teachers and senior students. After following the signs saying in big, bold letters, "FRESHMEN" (and one with the word "FISH" for whatever reason), I found a line of students. Some I recognized and said hello to, but I couldn't see any of my close friends.
It wasn't until I collected my schedule that I turned around, and ran straight into Grover and Nico.
Grover Underwood has been my best friend since kindergarten. He's tall with brown hair and he already has a thick beard. Even on the worst days, he always seems to know what will make me smile. But don't let that fool you; if you eat anything made of meat in front of him, he will lecture you on why it is a mortal sin to eat the flesh of any animal. As a person who considers themselves a meatitarian, this is a lecture I hear a lot. It's nothing personal against animals; beef tastes good and that's what cows are made of.
Nico di Angelo is probably the complete opposite of Grover. He is short with shaggy black hair. His outlook on life is far more doom-and-gloom than Grover, which makes their friendship all the more astounding. He was wearing his black aviator jacket and skull ring. One other thing: he also used to have a crush on me. It made things awkward for a while in Grade 7 when he told me and I responded that I didn't feel the same way, but Will transferred to our school a month later and, slowly, everything returned to normal as the two hit it off. That month was terrible though; he would constantly scowl at me and never say a word in my presence.
Together, the three of us would get each other into the worst sort of trouble in middle school. Teachers would shudder when they read the class lists and we had been put in the same classes.
"Long time, no see," I said to them. A lie; we played basketball at the school playground yesterday.
"I know. It's been ages since we last spoke," Nico exclaimed, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"So what classes do we have together?" It turned out I have three classes with the both of them. How about that.
We were about to walk to our homeroom class when I heard her voice behind me.
"SEAWEED BRAIN!"
Just a little mini-chapter to get us started. Like I said, the second chapter will be dropping tomorrow at 5 pm ET and we get to meet our other favourite demigod.
So this fic was the result of on and (mostly) off work for the past seven years. I hope that it can make you laugh and/or cry at the antics of the characters. If it does neither of these things, then maybe it can be mildly entertaining. In any case, I do love hearing people's thoughts, so don't hesitate to leave a review or PM me with any thoughts.
One note is I like to personally answer any review at the beginning of the following week's chapter as well as ask silly questions like favourite food or dream vacation. I've never had a multi-chapter fic where I could do this, but I've seen others do it and its such a nice personal touch, I thought I'd try it too. But if this is something you wouldn't appreciate, but you still wish to review, just mention it and I won't directly respond.
If you want to let me know what you thought, leave a review and, for your first question, which would you prefer for breakfast: blue pancakes with waffles and syrup OR eggs served with toast and nice, crispy bacon (I think we already have Percy's answer).
SEE Y'ALL TOMORROW!