"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[1] School is a living nightmare.

It was so dark. I couldn't see. I didn't know where I was. At first, I thought it was just a dark room that I couldn't find the light switch in. However, it wasn't unbearably cold, more like a nice chill in a winter breeze. If anything, I could get used to thi-

"Cullen! Are you listening to me?!" I heard a crack and a slam followed right after that, making my head spin up almost violently, making my eyes blurry for a moment. God damn it. I could hear snickering around me as I turned my attention to the owner of the familiar voice, feeling my cheeks getting red from embarrassment. "I hope you weren't dreaming of vampires and werewolves in your sleep if it meant skipping out on what I just said." Mr. Sawyer sneered condescendingly, looking me right in my eyes when he said that.

Hardy har har, what an original joke, baldy.

I looked down at the table and saw the ruler that must've made the cracking noise earlier. Old hag had to have slammed it against the table harshly to wake me up, loser. I ignored the embarrassment flushing my face and turned up to Mr. Sawyer, my mouth moving before my brain, "If I had fallen asleep, it must've not been important to the lesson then."

I didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, really, I didn't, but when you've heard the same joke about your name your entire life, you too would get snappy. The teacher looked furious at my remark and I swore to God that you could see the red in his face go bright like a traffic light, making in me shrink in my seat at the sight. Without hesitating, Mr. Sawyer yelled so loud that I swore he could break the sound barriers. He hated when students mucked around in his class, and he despised when students would talk back, it made him feel weak I guess. "Get out! Get out of my classroom! Down in the hall! Now!" If I could swear, I would, but curse my father for threatening to belt me if I do.

I bit my tongue, shoved my table to push my chair out and stormed out of the class silently. I could hear the giggles of everyone around me and it took everything in me not to yell at them, it wasn't worth it. I slammed the door behind me and sat beside it, pulling my knees up to my chest as I mutter curses under my breath that can't reach anyone's ears. Mr. Sawyer was always on my back ever since I attended Maysville High, for no reason as well! Sure, I may or may not have put thumbtacks on his seat before class, maybe rigged his wooden chair by unscrewing the screws a little too loose so it would fall on impact, but that's all normal stuff!

After my brooding, I took a breath and leaned my head against the wall behind me to ease my head. It didn't work well of course thanks to the wall being made out of the same stuff of the school's biscuits they offered the children, hard and tacky, but it was better than the icky floor or my bony knees.

Then, after what felt like five minutes, I heard footsteps walking through the hall that I was seated in. At first, I thought it was a teacher coming to discipline me about 'skipping class' and such (despite this being a really bad spot to hide in if I wanted to skip) before the figure spoke, "August? The hell're you doin' out here?"

I looked up and realised that it wasn't even a teacher, it was my best friend and sister, Marceline. Her full name is actually Marceline Edwards, so in a way, our last names kind of matched with how we were mocked.

Marceline had a special kind of beauty to her in ways other people would describe as 'ugly', but if she was told to be ugly, then the entire world was goddamn horrendous. She had a sharp angled face that screamed dominance but her soft brown, almost black, eyes looked like a puppy's if she tilted her head like one. Her brown braids fell down just below her shoulders, much shorter compared to people her age would be comfortable with. The girl was naturally a bit more buffer than most thanks to her never skipping the opportunity to get into the gym and working out, so her dark arms really showed if she wasn't wearing her usual jumpers.

I had struggled to remember what I was about to say before I coughed out an answer, my voice more rugged and sounding more confused than I'd want it to be, "Uh— Got in trouble." Which made Marceline hold back a laugh that only came out as a chuckle. She knew about my struggles with controlling my tone, and she knew that I wasn't lying. "Jeez, what's new?" She replied dryly, clearly eager to talk about another topic thanks to her eagerness showing in her eyes.

"Oh, dude, guess what? We got a new classmate next period, you up to meet them?" Marceline questioned expectantly, as if knowing that she would just drag me to the next class no matter my answer. I sighed and I could feel the corners of my lips go up, unable to resist smiling around her, "Fine. I'll do it if you do it." I answered back tiredly, getting up from the ground to be dismissed by the bell. Ain't no way in hell am I waiting for that crook of a teacher to come out of his class to yell at me.