Fangirl School (Percy Jackson)

Welcome To Fangirl School!

You took a deep breath, trying to soothe yourself. It's okay. This is a place for people like me. You weren't a freak and you knew it. But other people seemed to think you were, just because you were a fangirl. Which was why your parents had finally decided to send you to Fangirl School. You'd gotten in by scholarship, as everyone else who attended had.
Still a bit scared, you pulled on your backpack and left your house.

You were a member of the Percy Jackson Fandom. You adored the books. Fangirl School had classes solely for shipping, fanfiction writing, editing, and so much more. You couldn't wait. You were going in Lightning Thief year, and if you passed your exams at the end of the year you'd move on to Sea Of Monsters year, and so on. Once you'd passed Last Olympian year, you'd be moving on to HOO, which was basically middle school.

The School was far away from your house. You had to take the school bus, so you waited by the station. Once it had arrived, you took another deep breath and climbed on.

You sat down near the middle by a window seat. A girl sat down next to you. "Hi," she said. "I'm Janela. What's your name?" This girl was clearly not very shy like most fangirls you knew.

"I'm Y/N," you said. "I'm in the Percy Jackson Fandom."

"Oh," said Janela, seemingly disappointed. "I'm in Divergent." (I've never read Divergent)

"Cool," you said, turning your cell phone on. You plugged your earphones into your ears and turned F/S (favorite song) on.

-Time Skip because the school bus was too crazy for me to put into words-

Fifteen minutes later, you got off the bus. Teachers were dressed up as the book characters for the first day, and you went to find the teacher for your Lightning Thief class, which was Chapter 4, My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting. There were 22 classes in our year, one for each chapter, and 20 kids in every class. Because the Fandom was that big.

You saw a lady calling out for Class MMTMB (abbreviation for the chapter name), so you went to her.

"Hello, young Fangirl," said the teacher. She smiled at you, a kind of warm smile that made you trust her. "I'm the Fanfiction Writing teacher, and your homeroom. I'm Mrs. Golde. All your classes are with your homeroom except Fanfiction Writing, okay? What's your name?"

"Y/N," you said.

"Y/N," she repeated. "Homeroom's in room 115. First floor. You'll find it."

You thanked her and went inside, taking a couple minutes to find your classroom. The desks were arranged into 3 rows of 3, plus a desk right next to the teacher's desk on either side, which made 20. You plopped down in the last desk on the left in the third row, since all the front seats were taken. (If you don't like your seat you can change it.) You noticed some fanboys in your class as well, but Fan Person School didn't have the same ring to it.

A girl sat down next to you. She wore round glasses with barely any rim, and her short blond hair matched her brown eyes. It wasn't a mixture seen often, but it was still pretty. (A/N: You're all beautiful no matter how you look)

She looked around nervously. Deciding to be the one to talk first this time, you said, "Hey."

"Hey." She was obviously shy.

"I'm Y/N," you tried again.

"Fiona," she said. (If that's your name the backup name is Kristen.)

"How old are you, Fiona?" You asked. (For the sake of the storyline let's make you 11.)

"11," Fiona said.

"Oh, same," you said.

Things were awkward as Tartarus at the moment, so you were glad when Mrs. Golde walked in.

"Hello, Fangirls and Fanboys," said Mrs. Golde. "I'm Mrs. Golde, and I'd like to welcome you to Fangirl School."