Heroes of Olympus: a Mortal High School Story

Chapter 6: The Next Morning

That was like my favorite part in the whole series. Sally obviously ships it.
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Hazel POV italics are her thoughts
                  Oh, gods, why did I kiss him?! Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was obviously a mistake. Frank probably thought she was a freak.
                  Well, it was the second day of school. A "B day".  First period is...Hazel checked her schedule. Art. It was one of the classes that grades were mixed.
                    Hazel slipped on a cropped white hoodie, that made her skin look warm as cocoa, a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans, and a pair of blue Jordan's. She put in a pair of silver stud earrings and tied her thick curls up in a ponytail. She ran out the door, after yelling to her mother that she will see her later.
                       Hazel sprinted to the bus stop, knowing for a fact that Nico had hitched a ride with Percy, or Jason.
                       Sliding into a seat, she rolled her eyes at the boys in the back of the bus. She checked out her wrist, where her new "tattoo" was. She had done it the night before, after Frank left, with a needle and a Sharpie. (I don't know if this is how you actually do it but sure.) It was of a small diamond. I wonder if Frank will like it. She rolled he eyes at herself this time, but the girl boarding the bus didn't know that. "Did  you just roll your eyes at me?"
                          "Oh! N-no!" She stuttered. The girl wrinkled her nose, thinking she is lying, but just kept walking. Hazel let out a breath of relief and looked back out the window.
                          After a while, the bus arrived at the school. Yippee, another day of pure torture. She climbed off the bus and walked to art class, with Ms. Sperl.
                            She stepped in class and her vision zeroed in one person in the class. Despite the fact that Frank was there she walked to the only empty table there was. Stupid schedule, stupid, stupid, stupid. She pulled out her sketch pad and waited for the teacher to notice that everyone was in class.
                              "Okay!  Let's get started! I want everyone to find a seat and I want no less than three kids at a table," Ms. Sperl shouted. God. A kid side-stepped over to her table. "Okay! We need one more kid over at the back table!" Seriously, if she was this cheerful every morning, the students would be so screwed. Hazel saw out of the corner of hit eye Frank silently standing from his table and makeing his way to Hazel's.
                            "Right!" Ms. Sperl said when Frank sat down, "So I am your art teacher and today we are painting. So just...paint whatever you want, school appropriate, of course, and if you want tips or whatever just holler."  Haze rolled her eyes as she got her paints out. This was going to be a long day.