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Percy Jackson x reader part 1

Y/N's pov
Alright, this is easy. I just need a bit more focus and I might be able to.. Someone opened, no, slammed the door to my dorm. Green eyes, brown hair.
"Marc, you know you can't come in here. This is girls' dorm."
"Y/N, ms. Collins wants to see you. But promise to me, be careful, scream if you need help, okay?" The freakiest thing is that he wasn't joking. I closed the physics book.
"God, damn it Marc, she won't kill me. I think." I chuckled.
"Hope so." He stood there completely serious.
"Well, what did I do wrong now? Is it wrong that I have dyslexia and can't read properly?".
"Well, I believe she wants to talk to you about that." I leaved the dorm, carefully closing the door behind me.
I opened the door to ms. Collins's office, only to find her sitting in her chair, with legs and arms crossed.
"You wanted to see me, ms. Collins?"
"Not exacly see you, but speak to you." It would hurt if she wouldn't be my least favourite teacher. How she even became one, I don't quite remember.
"Well ms., about what did you wish to speak to me?"
"You are making trouble, darling."
Trouble? I didn't do anything the whole week! Not counting throwing a meatball at the little stuck up Malcolm.
"When miss? I don't quite remember that I did anything past few days."
"That is one of the problems darling. You don't know what you did, nor who you are. And that should stay like that, therefore I must eliminate you." Then something hella weird happened. She turned into something like a bat and flied towards me. I ducked reflexely.
'Y/N, touch the symbol on the neclace around you.', a deep voice spoke.
My neclace? The one that gave me energy when I was depresed? I touched the beautiful symbol. Symbol of a lightning bolt. The neclace instantly turned into a sword. I reflexely swinged through what I thought was miss Collins. When the sword touched her, she turned into golden dust. Someone AGAIN burst into the room.
"Y\N are you alright!? Were you hurt?" He had some 'camp half blood' shirt and he had... GOAT LEGS!?
"Hold on, hold on, hold on, my best friend is a HALF goat!?", I yelled.
"Hades NO, Y/N I am not a goat! I am a satyr. Listen I can't explain much, you are in danger and you HAVE to come with me." He took my wrist and we started running with his weird goat legs.