Welcome to New York

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--Sophie--

I had convinced the Council to let me and my friends go to Goode High School in New York!

It's a lot more polluted than I remembered, though.

But, no regrets.


--Keefe--

I can tell Foster's nervous the way her emotions are spiking all over the place.

I grab her hand. "It'll be okay, Foster."

"I'm not nervous." She lies.

Brrring Brrring! The school bell rings. "Last chance to back out."

Sophie runs in and our friends follow.

I just shake my head and dash in.


--Sophie--

We barely made it.

We quickly spot the only available seats, next to a boy with jet black hair and strange sea-green eyes.

I pop in my earbuds, to try to ignore the loud human minds.

My mind wanders for a bit until Keefe nudges me.

"Miss Foster? What's the answer?" The teacher asks.

"Can you repeat the question?" I ask sweetly.

The teacher asks me a really hard question, but much to her surprise, I answer it correctly.

The girl sitting next to the boy with sea-green eyes looks at me strangely.

I just pop my earbuds back in and tune out the rest of the lesson.


--Percy--

I'm kinda surprised the small blonde haired girl got that right.

The teacher asked something like this:


If 3x−y=12, what is the value of

8x2y?


A) 212
B) 44
C) 82
D) The value cannot be determined from the information given.

The girl answered "A".

I can see Annabeth looking strangely at the girl.

At the end of class, Annabeth whispers to me, "Something's up,"

I nod in response.

At lunch, I can see the blonde girl with her friends looking for a spot to sit.

I get their attention and offer them a seat.

"Thanks. I'm Sophie." The girl says.

"No problem. I'm Percy."

"Annabeth Chase."

"Hazel."

"Nico."

"Jason."

"Piper."

"Frank."

"Leo McShizzle."

"Calypso."

Now for Sophie's friends:

"Lord Hunkyhair."

Sophie smacks him. "Ow! Fine, Keefe."

"Fitz."

"Biana."

"Dex."

"Tam."

"Linh."

"Marella."

"Maruca."

"Wylie."


And for the rest of the period, we laugh and joke around.

But something is weird with these guys.

Something's up.



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