Anonymous. // Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

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After Homeroom, Annabeth, Percy, and I walked to Math together. I wasn't particularly good at maths when I went to my old school in Italy, so maths here was not very easy for me. But, I'm lucky to have Annabeth there to help me with it. She is very smart. Like, very very smart. While we were in Math class, every so often I would catch Percy looking at me, but he would look away when he saw me catch him.

When the teacher assigned homework I kind of freaked out a bit, but I guess I would have to ask Annabeth to help me with it. Jeeze, she probably thinks I'm super clingy. So, to not bother her, I thought I would just try to complete it by myself. Or, I could call Luca. Luca was my best and only friend when I lived in Italy. He had messy and dark brown hair, with dark violet eyes to match. He's only a year older than me, but I feel like I'm really the older one sometimes. Luca lived in Naples, Italy, and we saw each other every other weekend when I lived in Rome. Luca was energetic and a pretty happy guy, like I was while Bianca was still around. But before I left for America, I gave him my L'invasione Delgi Omni Verdi jumper. LDOV was one of our favourite bands to listen to. Anyways, I could call Luca to help me with my homework.

While I was thinking of contacting Luca, Annabeth was speaking to Percy while I worked on a math problem. I could tell that Annabeth and him were probably dating, from the looks of it. They always hang out together, but it also seems like a lot of people know them as well.

Soon after that, the bell rang signaling that the period was over. Luckily, I only had 2 problems left over to do, which was good news to me. I did 3 problems l, but if I'm being honest, Annabeth did most of them because I didn't get it. But, I did have Art next period, which was a relief to me. I've almost always loved to draw. After Bianca died, all I drew was her. But after a while, I started to draw other things and other people. I felt better then, not as sad anymore.

One of the people I drew other than Bianca was Luca, really. One time he found my sketch book and saw all of my drawings of him, which embarrassed me to no end. I thought he would freak out and stop being my friend, but he just laughed and complimented my drawing skills. Then he asked if he could keep one. I was pretty red with embarassment by then, but of course I managed to tell him yes, and let him pick any one he liked. Luca ended up picking the drawing I drew of both of us, and he's kept it since.

"You have Art after this, right?" Annabeth asked me, making me snap out of my train of thought. I nodded.

"I do," I confirmed, adding, "Thanks for all of your help, by the way. If you weren't here, I don't think I would have understood anything."

"No problem, Nico. It's fresh." She responded. I sat there for a second, confused. Annabeth must have not been as fluent as I thought she was.

Since Art was my next period, I had to go to my locker to grab everything for it. The school provided me with supplies I needed, but I didn't know why. My family isn't filthy rich or anything, but we weren't out or dangerously low on money. I told Annabeth I was going to my locker, and in reply she nodded, then when back to her conversation she was having with Percy. I walked out to the empty corridor where my locker was supposed to be, trying to locate it quickly.

I took out the small piece of paper that Ms. Smith gave me. It had my locker number, what time school both starts and ends, and oddly enough, where the school counselor's office was. The weird thing was, the only thing not printed on the paper was the location of the counselor. It was written like an afterthought, if that made sense.

I sighed. My mother must have asked for them to put that down for me. I swear, that woman thinks I'm unstable. Well... Yeah, no. I already have to take 4 pills a day and see a shrink twice a week, I don't think I need to go to the counselor's office, either.

My locker number was 713, and the combination was 4-8-5-8. It was easy to remember, so I kept repeating the numbers until I felt like I could remember them. I started walking to the left, hoping that it was the right way to go. I passed the bathrooms, and then my English classroom. Soon enough, I saw two walls parallel with each other that were lockers.

I started looking on the left side, the first locker being 700. It was followed by 702, 704, and so on. At the end, the last two lockers pressed together were 712 and 714. Bingo. I walked over to the right side then, seeing the first locker from the end was 713, my locker. It was bright yellow. It was unlike every other locker there, the colours ranging from red to white, and even some more. Some of them were outlined in purple or orange, too. In the corridor of coloured lockers, mine was next to the only one painted dark blue. Now that I think about it, there was only one other dark blue locker down the hall.

I spun the number lock to match my combination. I grabbed the Artemis Prep tote bag in the locker and zipped it open. It had two packs of pencils, regular and mechanical, coloured pencils and some other stuff I would need for my classes, like notebooks and stuff. I grabbed all of my art supplies and then stuffed the tote back in my locker, heading in the direction Art was. Or, at least where I thought it would be.

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After walking down the corridor for 5 minutes and seeing that the Art room was not in sight, I just gave up and started walking to the front office. I wondered how long I would have to keep asking people for help, until I could navigate the halls myself, or answer some stupid maths questions. I hopefully thought I would know my way around the building by the second week of school. Hopefully.

Once I made it to the front office, I picked up my walking pace. Mrs. Smith was seated exactly where she was last time I was here. She looked up when I was almost to the desk, surprised.

"Why are you not in class?" She asked. It took me a minute to figure out what she was saying, but I got a good idea.

"...Don't know." I replied slowly. Man, this sucks. I felt a little proud when she looked like she understood, though.

"Paper?" She asked, and I handed her my schedule. She looked at it, and then to her watch, and then nodded and handed it back to me. She then tapped 3 numbers on the phone next to her and picked it up.

"Can I please get Travis Stoll to the office? Travis Stoll. Thank you." Mrs. Smith then put down back the phone.

She looked to me again, saying, "Someone is coming to get you," I didn't understand it all, but I nodded anyways.

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