Forgive, But Not Forget

CHAPTER 4

Edited: 5/30/19
8/23/19: Whoops, supposed to be five laps, not ten
10/15/19 Edit

Rights go to Uncle Rick. Or Rick Riordan.

Anyway, I changed my mind about the one-shots. This is my first story and Im already making difficult plans? *shakes head* specially now I know how writing a story can be difficult. Huge respect to authors with long chapters and awesome stories. Like @Blackjackxx , @Anaklusmos14 , @FourTrisTheFortress , and more. Cheers!

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Percy Jackson

As I went through the double doors outside, I got a small surprise.

I smiled and walked to a familiar short figure with a baseball bat on his shoulder. "Coach! What a surprise."

"Maybe not as surprised if you suddenly get a headache from my bat." Coach Hedge grumbled. "I need to talk to you after this class Jackson."

"Alright." I shrugged as I walked away. Coach blew on his whistle." Alright Cupcakes! I am your temporary gym teacher! You can call me Coach Hedge! NOW GO RUN FIVE LAPS!!" His sudden order caused most of the others to jump.

If I wasn't pretending to be a normal highschooler and trying to hide my skills, I would've sprinted before you could say 'blue cookies'. Instead I waited for the others to run first. Some were a bit slow on starting so Coach swung his bat and shouted, "Hurry up Cupcakes or I'll bash your head in!"

That got them running. Although a boy did rolled his eyes. I wonder what his face will look like if he gets bashed. Probably not good.

After the run, I wasn't really tired. Nothing like a good splash of water couldn't fix. Training how to fight and battling monsters really helped.

I instantly felt energized as soon as the water touched my face. I gulped some water and almost choked when the undercover satyr suddenly shouted at me." JACKSON! DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!" I raised my eyebrow at him which means: 'Really?' And he answered with a smug smile which probably means: 'I'm your teacher now Cupcake, Deal with it.' I just know that theres a 'cupcake' somewhere in there.

I heard someone snicker behind me and Hedge shouted,"YOU TOO, CUPCAKE!!"

I dropped on my hands and proceeded to make twenty push ups. I saw someone do the same from my periphiral vision. And just my luck, Its Mr. You-know-who. No, not the bald, stick waving, snake-man. I heard Annabeth talking about a book named Berry Otter. Wait, thats not it. Maybe Jer-Stop! ADHD brain, theres someone talking to us. Pay attention.

"-id'nt see you at the cafeteria. Throwing up on a trashcan somewhere? The trash must not be pleased." Zach said mockingly. I may not have heard all of it, but I knew what he is talking about. I know about the rumors about me. Me?! Anorexic?! Yeah right. I love food! And no, I didn't go to a terrorist group and that's why I disappeared. I already said family problems! Then there's this one that said I was attacked by a wild animal and got into a coma. Seriously?! And who in Hades said I joined a cult that prevents me from talking to much?! Is there even such a thing?! Wow, people this days...

Although, monters are pretty close to wild animals. And I slept for months so thats pretty close to a coma...except this happened because of a psychotic cow goddess.

I dragged myself out of my thoughts and sighed mentally. I gave him a smirk and talked with my most sarcastic voice. "Oh how I'm touched that that you came looking for me. And your concern for the trash is really awe-inspiring. I guess family really does look out for each other." I know I said I mostly kept my face blank, but I just can't help it. You can only keep this Persassy at bay for a while.