Normal Highschool Experience

Chapter One - First Day - Part One

Disclaimer : I don't own the POJ/HoO books they're all Rick's :(

Percy's POV

We walked into the classroom with timetables in hand and matching looks of disgust on our faces.

We should be touring Europe right now, not stuck in some stupid school filled with peppy wannabe's.

Looking round the empty classroom we realised that we were early, defiantly not our style, slumping down into three seats at the back of the room, we glared forward.

I should probably explain a little about who we are before I continue on with the rest of the story.

My name is Percy Jackson and the two morons next to me are my best friends and cousins, Thalia and Nico. Our dads are triplets and the owners of America's largest record label, Olympus Records. Thalia is a year older than me and Nico is a year younger, it took a lot of arguing with the school to get us put in the same year but it helped that Nico is a little Genius and has been doing my work for years.

We were all dressed in dark colours. Thalia had a punk thing going on. Her short choppy black hair was streaked with electric blue; she wore black ripped jeans, a battered old pair of chucks and a floaty tank top that matched the colour of her hair. Nico sitting next to her was dressed in all black with his favourite aviator jacket and battered pair of combat boots. He was tapping his drumsticks against the desk, humming to a rock song blasting from the skullcandy earphones hanging from one ear.

I laughed and Thalia turned round with an expression on her face like she was questioning my sanity (I got that look a lot from Thalia and Nico).

"I see I am the only one who bothered with trying to blend in." I said gesturing to my attire.

Rolling her eyes Thalia smirked. "Yeah and that took so much effort Kelp Head; you're literally wearing the same thing as yesterday."

She was right, I seemed to be the only person who dressed like a normal teenager in this family, I was wearing a pair of scruffy jeans, black converse and a faded t-shirt.

The one thing that disrupted my normal look was the pair of blackout sunglasses that matched the ones that perched on both Thalia and Nico's faces, you'd think sunglasses, What's the big deal, I hear you say; but the thing was, we were in New York, in the autumn, inside.

A bell rung from somewhere across the school and pupils started filing through the door; they gathered in groups around the classroom, the girls hugging and chatting excitedly and the guys fist bumping and laughing. A girl with vibrant red hair walked into the class on her own, slumping down in a seat at the back on the opposite side of the room from us. Her jeans were covered in holes and paint splatters and she wore a dark green "Harvard Art" shirt; she swung her sharpie covered backpack on her desk, drew out a sketchbook and started drawing.

My attention was drawn from the redhead as another girl stalked through the door. I could instantly tell she was the Queen bee of the School from her perfectly manicured nails, obviously designer clothes and the two girls following behind her like shadows.

Thalia made a sound of disgust at her thick make-up and straightened within a inch of it's life black hair.

Her gaze flickered predatory across the room, hungrily glancing from one boy to another, like a panther picking its latest meal.

I instantly decided that I hated her.

She settled her gaze on me and strutted over; her friends following after, twirling their hair and chewing their gum.

She leant over my desk, blatantly displaying her cleavage and batting her tear-

drop shaped eyes.