Anonymous. // Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

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As I walked down the corridor, all eyes turned to me. I heard whispers as I walked by all the teens. But the problem was that I couldn't understand a single word they said. As I walked by, I made eye contact with a bleach blonde-haired girl. She giggled and blushed slightly. She was wearing dark clothing with a band I could not identify on her shirt. She stuck out her tongue closed one eye and put up the horn handed sign.

A shocked expression showed on my face. She instantly stopped. After that I headed down the corridor to the office to get my locker number and class schedule.

Once I got there, there was a lady sitting behind the counter with a smile on her face.

"Hello, how can I help you?" she asked.

I couldn't understand a thing she said, so I looked at her questionably.

"I do not speak English," I said with a frown.

"Uhh..." She said with a confused look on her face.

"I'm from Italy, I speak Italian." I responded, hoping she would understand me.

I'm pretty sure she caught the words 'Italy' and 'Italian', because she nodded and smiled at me.

"Nico Di Angelo?" she asked. I nodded. She picked up the telephone and dialed a number. I could not hear the conversation, but a few moments later another woman appeared.

"Hello, I am Mrs. Aggio, the Italian teacher here at Artemis Prep High School, The school wanted you to be comfortable here in a new country surrounded by non-Italian speakers, so they hired me as a teacher for you and to give the other students an opportunity to learn Italian!" she smiled kindly at me.

"U-uh Hello, I'm Nico..."

She then turned to the front desk lady and started talking. I couldn't understand anything they were saying, so I took a minute to look at my surroundings. Everywhere there were teenagers milling around and chatting with each other. Once or twice I would look at someone and find them looking at me, then whispering to their friends.

"Okay Nico, Ms. Smith will give you your locker number and schedule," Ms. Smith handed me two pieces of paper, one smaller than the other. "Your first class is homeroom. You have 13 minutes before it starts, so I will be giving you a tour of the school until then, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, fixing my backpack straps to make it more comfortable.

"Right this way then." She smiled, leading me down the corridor as I waved kindly at Ms. Smith.

This school was beautiful, I will admit. The marble floors and lovely chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It gave off this kind homely feel, and I didn't know why.

"Okay, to the right is the bathrooms, boys on the right and girls on the left. To the left is the English class room, farther down the hall is the cafeteria, next to the cafeteria is math." She was naming off many class rooms that were down this corridor. But after a few classrooms were named off, I stopped paying attention.