The Tide (Pjo/Hp)

Chapter 1

italics- Monologue

Normal text- the movie
Bold- Reactions

(Κεφάλαιο = Chapter)
Also I literally don't know Greek and this is all from google translations, so tell me if anything is wrong. And please if I offend you in anyway comment.   

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They leaned forward in anticipation.

The screen turned on with a bright flash of light as it showed sunlight streaming through the window of a moving bus as young middle school children laughed and talked amongst themselves, everyone seemed to be having a good time, the entire scene seemed to be in mute (There was no sound).

Then suddenly a voice was heard saying,

 "My name is Persephone Jackson but call me Percy, I absolutely hate being called Persephone. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York."

The Marauders looked at Remus with raised eyebrows as Remus snorted into his hand. He eyes softened at the sound of the voice because he knew that voice like the back of his hand, "Why is there no sound?" questioned an oblivious Peter, "Because its on mute, duh," Marlene stated in an obvious voice.

The camera turned to show a close up of a school logo on a students blazer that said, 'Yancy Academy'. It then turned to show the face of a sleeping girl and kids playing around behind her.

"Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

Almost everyone laughed at her confession as Remus shook his head exasperatedly but he couldn't hide his soft, loving smile. Sirius snorted at that, he knew what it felt like being the troubled kid.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. I know-it sounds like torture.

"It does," Sirius nodded in agreement only to send a wink towards Remus when he turned to glare at him playfully.

 But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes. Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep."

"I wish we had a teacher like that," James sighed wistfully, "Same," Sirius chorused, "That would be so cool," Peter said in agreement.

The screen turned to show a smiling man with a scruffy beard and kind eyes that seemed to twinkle, he was sitting in front of the bus smiling at the passing scenery. It then changed back to show a girl sleeping with her face pressed onto the window and more children playing around.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

"Oh, please," Remus scoffed as he listened to the beautiful voice of the girl he loved more than anything.

 Boy, was I wrong. See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.