I know that this is a lot like Percy Jackson, but that's the point! And I don't own any of the PJO or HOO characters. But characters like Theresa and Mike are all mine. Hope you like it!
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I sighed unhappily as my mom pulled up in front of my school.
"What's wrong, Theresa? You should be happy." My mom said.
"Happy? Why would I be happy about coming back to this dump?"
"Well, it's the first school that you've ever been to that you're actually allowed to come back for a second year." I rolled my eyes. I've been to about every school in Los Angeles, and I've been expelled in less than six months. But my mom and I finally found a school in New York and I didn't screw anything up for a whole year. And now I have to go back. But it's seriously the worst school ever. The teachers are horrible, and they all hate me.
"I just hate this school, Mom." I said.
"But the school must like you if they haven't expelled you yet." My mom muttered. I said goodbye, and got out of the car. I quickly found my best and only friend, Mike, standing there talking to a middle aged guy in a wheelchair. They were standing behind the corner. I couldn't help eavesdropping.
"...have you told her yet?" The older guy said.
"No. Nothing's been attacking. Do you think that it's the right girl?" Mike replied.
"I'm one hundred percent sure."
"But what if she's just a regular girl? All this for nothing."
"Mike, she's definitely the one. I'm sure of it."
"Should I bring her to camp?"
"Not yet."
"I'm still not sure if its the right person. I mean, shouldn't she've been claimed when she was thirteen? They promised that they would claim their kids at thirteen."
"Maybe the parent doesn't know. Just think of Jason, Piper and Leo. They weren't claimed until they were sixteen."
"But still-"
"Mike, I know she's the right girl. Now, of any monsters attack, bring her to camp. Then maybe her parent will claim her."
"Ok." I heard a squeaking noise, and the man in the wheelchair came from behind the corner. I backed away and pretended that I wasn't listening on their conversation. A few seconds later, Mike came and stood beside me.
"Hey, Theresa."
"Hey," I said, watching the man in the wheelchair, "um, who were you talking to?" Mike bit his lip.
"No one." Mike looked like there was something that he wanted to tell me, but he couldn't. He was wearing his regular jeans that were so long that you couldn't see his feet. All last year, I wondered of he really had feet. He wore a large, black baseball cap that covered most of his head. I wondered who he and that man were talking about. What girl? What camp? What does claiming mean? Who's Jason, Piper and Leo? There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him, but the bell rang.
"We should go to class." Mike said and walked through the doors. I followed him, but I hoped that I could have a chance to talk to him later.
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I dreaded gym class. Even though all of my teachers are practically monsters, Ms. Duncan is the worst. She's probably 200 years old, so it confuses me why she's a gym teacher. She always wears a long, black skirt and never takes her coat off. I tried not to scream my head off as Ms. Duncan yelled out orders. One second, I was doing push ups, then sit-ups, then squats, then lunges, then running. Just as I was about to pass out, Ms. Duncan ended class. As everyone left, I stayed back and rested. I grabbed a towel from my gym bag and wiped the sweat of off my forehead and the back of my neck. I picked up my bag, when suddenly all the doors slammed shut. I walked to the nearest door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Then I heard a hissing noise. I turned around and saw Ms. Duncan standing there.
