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103.5 𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙁𝙈
Adeleine Median spent her whole life worshiping the gods, walking on a thin tight rope trying to desperately please the god that was her par...
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ADELEINE MEDIAN was not an impulsive person. She preferred the terms 'filled with curiosity and ambition'. Perhaps that's why she accepted Chiron's invitation to go undercover in a boarding school alongside Grover Underwood. The old mentor had used her small mental prison against her, turning it upside down the moment she walked through the doors of Yancy Academy; a school for 'troubled' kids.
She went to classes like a normal student, except she wasn't normal. In fact, she was far from normal, even for demigod standards. She had appeared on the porch of the big house, twelve years ago, randomly on the cold night of October Eighth. There was no explanation, no reasoning behind her, except a small note attached to the bundle of blankets with her name, Adeleine Median.
By the time she had turned five, she was faster than most children of Hermes, she shone brighter than the children of Apollo, she knew flowers better than Demeter's. And yet, no one claimed her. Not a single god or goddess stood up for her, or communicated through random symbols.
She could pinpoint every time something went extremely well, or extremely wrong, but instead she focused on the biggest obstacle of her life; a field trip with twenty-eight psychopaths and two kids on a big yellow school bus.
It's not Ms. Frizzle's, was the first thing she thought of when she saw the dirty and far by nice looking school bus. She glared at Chiron, before following the group and sitting beside Percy Jackson and Grover Underwood.
Percy Jackson was an interesting person. Adeleine had pretended to befriend the boy the minute she got there, under the alias 'Addie Brunner', Mr. Brunner's (Chiron's) niece. He was the typical demigod case; six schools in six years, sarcasm as a defense mechanism, and a weird hankering for anything blue. Except the typical demigod case didn't require Chiron to get involved, which raised extreme suspicions in Adeleine. What was so special about Percy anyway? He would constantly cheat off her in most subjects.
She tried not to let her personal feelings get in the way of her job, which was to do the exact opposite.
All the way into the city, Adeleine put up with Percy's horrible jokes, and Nancy Bobofit, a kleptomaniac girl who should be behind bars, that was hitting Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich. The combination was literally disgusting.
To be fair, Grover was a completely easy target, due to the fact that his bottom half disguise didn't fit him comfortably. He limped everywhere, cried when he was frustrated, and due to how different satyrs aged, he looked like he had been held several grades.
Nancy Bobofit through wads of sandwich that stuck to his curly brown hair, and Adeleine usually wouldn't have minded, if one of the wads hadn't landed immediately on her sketch paper.
