𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 - 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔

Chapter 2 - Three old ladies knit the socks of death

For weeks now the crazy things were always happening. The school year was coming to an end and besides endless studying for exams I was most likely going to fail, everybody was still acting as if Mrs. Dodds never existed. 

No one ever mentioned her, but before she was the talk of the school. It had gotten to the point where Percy would throw some joke about her and everyone looked at us as if we were insane. It didn't matter that the Mrs. Kerr, the apparent algebra teacher, couldn't remember putting half the grades in. Or couldn't seem to recall anyone's name. 

Percy might've actually gone a little mad. His grades dropped, he was kicked out of every class and sometimes when I would check on him in his room, I would find him breaking stuff. I couldn't say I blamed him. I was pretty much the same. 

Out the window of my dorm I started seeing winged horses and while I slept I dreamt of that night at the club. Except that I was seeing a murderer as a huge one eyed man, not his real face - which I started to forget as if that were even possible. Now I only saw that one eye. I started pinching myself to a point of bruising so I could snap the hallucinations. The purple circles on my arms and legs healed miraculously fast. I could also swear I heard voices just before I would fall asleep, but never remembered what they said in the morning. 

The school psychologist told me it was a coping mechanism. He also said schizophrenia usually started developing around 18th year of life.  After a few sessions I snapped and called him a name mum would ground me forever for.

It turned out that the day hadn't been much different for my twin. He called one of our professors an old sot - whatever the hell that meant. He didn't seem to know either.

The school sent letter to mum that we won't be invited back next year.

Percy definitely took this not-such-big-a-surprise news a lot harder then I did. I had nothing to miss in this place, but I knew he was worried about Grover. Besides that, he finally liked a teacher, and Mr. Brunner wouldn't be at the new school for our senior year. 

It had gotten to the point that now he was only studying for the Latin exam, and me being a good sister decided to drop everything else too - I would fail it anyways - and help him out. 

Like at this very moment there was a book in both our laps, notes everywhere. We have been at it for hours, so long that neither could read at all anymore. There were two books for the Latin class. One for actual Latin, another for Greek Mythology I wasn't even sure why we studied. We had one of each and shared them. Literature was too expansive these days. 

All of a sudden, Percy jumped to his feet and paced around the room.

"What would happen if we asked Brunner for help?" He rumbled. "I mean, he's a teacher, that's his job? Right?"

"Um, why?" I asked. "If we couldn't understand it for hours wasted here and more hundred hours wasted in the classroom how in the world do you expect him to make us learn something the night before?"

"At least he'd know we tried." He said quietly. His head was down and I knew he was trying to keep his emotions under control. "I mean, at least we could apologize for the big fast F we're about to get!"

"Talk in you name! I just learned what-" I glance down at the book in my lap. "-sorry, who Mercury was to the Greeks!"

"You mean Romans." He said blankly, dropping his hands to his hips.  

"Same thing!" I said, jumping to my feet, taking the notes with me.

"And who was Mercury, then?" He asked, rolling his eyes.