Heir of a Titan - Book 2 PJO

Chapter 1: Error: No Friends & A Fake Boyfriend.

Today was one of the worst days of my life!

Okay, maybe not entirely true. But. I'm an angsty teenage girl who doesn't fit in on many different levels. The ADHD, the dyslexia, the fact I'm a demigod, and also, I'm deaf and mute. So yes today had been the worst!

It started off, with Percy and I having to fight off a pack of Hell hounds in the subway even before we got to school! And then the morning was full of bullies, a failed math test, more bullies, a half snake human monster who thought she could get me when I went to the bathroom during history class, and when I vaporized it I was caught for smoking in the bathroom. The mist makes mortals see things that aren't monsters- like in stead of me vaporizing the monster making the smoke alarm go off, the principal thought I was smoking in the bathroom, whatever helps their mortal minds process the mythical world... And, oh did I mention the bullies? 

Now I sat in the dark quiet art class trying to hide from the terrible day I had been having. Mr Miles, the art teacher had said it was fine, even though it was his spare, he always let me stay in the class. He was a good art teacher, even if he wasn't really an art teacher. He was a Satyr, he was actually a protector. My protector to be precise. He had kept an eye on me all through out my grade 7 and 8 years and now my grade 9 year. See, I'm not a normal mortal kid. I'm a demigod. All those myths and stories about Greek gods and monsters and stuff...ya its all real. That's my life, and right now life sucked. 

I tried my best at Goode High. But with two extremely powerful half bloods in one place...Percy and I attracted a lot of unwanted attention.

Dad, Sally, Mr Miles, Chiron, Percy and I sat down over Christmas and decided it would be best if we went to separate schools. Which was fine, I had no friends there and Percy had made the swim team. (And by made the swim team, I mean he carried the team on his back- almost literally. See, he's the the very powerful son of the sea god, Poseidon. So it kinda seemed like cheating, but what the mortals don't know wont kill them, they just think he's some Michael Phelps up and comer.) So it made sense for me to switch schools. Mr Miles came with me to the new school, Chiron seemed to think it was best I had an extra pare of eyes. Dad did his best to help Percy, he was starting to see through the mist, not very well, but Dad was at Goode and Chiron seemed to think that was enough, while I needed A fully licensed Protector Satyr with me. 

I had been at this school for a while now and it  had proven to be just as bad as all of my other schools, if not worse. The girls were horrible. They seemed to think because I was deaf, I was stupid. I didn't fit their standards, so I became their main target- which was normal, but these girls seemed even worse, nastier and more vindictive. I had asked Mr Miles if these girls were monsters shrouded in mist. But nope, just regular horrible mortals. I sat at the back of art class with my headphones on, the music blasting. 

You remember how I said I was deaf? Ya, I was cursed by Aphrodite last year when I cussed her out and told her she was an idiot, and told her to F off and stay out of my life. She didn't like that much. See, the gods are temperamental. They make a lot of mistakes but don't like to admit it. Because they live forever and have cool super powers and half kids with mortals they think we're their personal play things or servants. Which...by my standards isn't cool. I don't like being manipulated or told what to do, and I certainly don't like when people I love and care about are part of their schemes. So she got a wee bit mad when I said something, and she cursed me. I didn't get the full curse, my godly parent and Aunt stepped in, so I'm only deaf and mut.

I had learned how to cope, but music was still one of the biggest things I missed, but if I cranked the music and bass I could feel the vibrations, which was as close as  I would get to hearing music. The girls in the school thought it was stupid and liked to rip them off my head and toss them around. It had been a horrible morning so far, I had struggled in English, my brain just couldn't process Romeo and Juliet, if it was written in Ancient Greek it would have been easier, but with the dyslexia, I struggled in English class, not just because I couldn't physically read out loud, but because I actually couldn't read the words, the words would get all jumbled together. My translator would get frustrated, and throw her hands into the air, and I would just leave class.