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(NAME) DIDN'T KNOW THAT life after death would be another version of home. As much as she missed a lot of childhood experiences, she didn't want to be sitting in a school bus with a bunch of random kids. Especially middle schoolers. So when an older lady dressed in a leather jacket called out a bunch of names through the megaphone, she couldn't help but space out. Who knew angels used microphones to sort the dead?

"...ria."

"...storia."

"Astoria!"

"She's right here, Mrs. Dodds." A kid behind (Name) answered.

'Mrs. Dodds? Why does that sound so familiar?' (Name) swiveled her head to the kid in the back. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that lady in the front isn't Mrs. Dodds, is she?"

The kid stared at the confused girl, mirroring her expression. He then rolled his eyes. "Of course, she is. Maybe your stupid brain really can't process anything." The boy retorted. "No wonder everyone calls you Halfwit." The kid stood up and walked out of the bus along with the rest of the children.

What? (Name) stumbled out into the aisle, racing to catch up with the kid until Mrs. Dodds stopped her. "Now Astoria, make sure you pay attention when I call your name." She lectured. "You never know what'll happen if you don't listen."

'Why do they keep calling me Astoria?' (Name) swallowed her question and instead replied with a, "yes, Mrs. Dodds." The lady then let her pass through to join the other kids. In front of them all was a Museum of Art where a middle-aged man in a wheelchair led the group. Wait. Wheelchair? A thousand gears churned in (Name)'s head. Then it clicked.

'Oh sweet butter rolls. I'm in the Percy Jackson series.' Her dying wish was fulfilled. Since she was in Mr. Brunner's, or should she say Chiron's, class, her age should be roughly 12 years old. Two years younger than her past life. Thank the gods the gap isn't too big.

She scoured the area for the messy, jet black hair, but it was a bit difficult with all the people cramming through the entrance. "Guess, I'll have to wait." (Name), no, Astoria headed into the museum, internally screaming for what's to come. In doing so, she missed the surprised, yet knowing glint in a certain teacher's eyes.

The first portion of the field trip was quiet, but highly entertaining for Astoria. Back in her previous life, all she knew were the walls of her house. It was a border to the outside world she couldn't cross. Well, before you-know-what happened. She closed in on the artifacts and statues on display. Astoria really loved the statue of Medusa and Theseus. Their intricate designs appealed to the young girl as did their stories.

When break finally came, Astoria took the initiative to search for Percy. If memory served her right, Nancy Bobofit was about to bully Grover, and Astoria was not going to let that happen. Grover was already under enough stress and pressure.

Sure enough, she spotted the flaming red tuft of hair standing in front of her favorite characters. Since Grover wasn't part sandwich yet, Astoria took no time to waste. Just as Nancy raised the sandwich up in the air, Astoria grabbed her wrist. "Hello, Nancy." She feigned a smile. "You weren't possibly thinking of wasting food were you?"

Nancy looked absolutely befuddled, and it greatly pleased Astoria. Lowering the redhead's hand, she pushed Nancy the other way and smiled at the two boys. "That's what I thought. See ya later Percy and Grover. You're welcome!" She paid no mind to the vicious glare and confusion of the twelve year-olds as she escorted the bully.

Inside, Astoria was freaking out. It was like she saw a treasure that can never be erased from her mind. 'Oh my gods! I can see the blooming friendship already!' The fangirling was super hard to tame.