The Violet Dawn ( A Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus Fanfic)

Heyyy! This is my new PJO and HoO Fanfic. Listen to the song on the side while you read. Thanks People,

FlameonAmy

Math. Arthemitics. Education. Torture, Whatever you wanted to call it. Scott could honestly not take another minute of it. He was bored, and people could deal with it. He tapped a pencil on the wooden desk receiving glares from the annoyed people surrounding him. He looked beside him, and there Jade was. Her feet were kicked up on the table, and she was staring at her nails like there was no tomorrow. On his other side, Will, who fiddled with his bottle of water like it was a happy meal toy and he was a five-year old.Behind him sat AJ and Jazz, glancing paranoidly around them."And so, in this equation, x equals pi multiplied by the square root of four." the professor droned.

Welcom to Homelands Senior Academy, the countries most underfunded private school. There we were, in math class, where people were half asleep, but the teachers weren't paid enough to care. So, when last bell rang, everyone literally jumped out of their seats, sprinting through the rusted through doors. Jade ran through, ducking under arms of lanky basketball players. They ran what seemed half a mile, when they finally reached the meadow. The meadow had soft, wheat-like grass, with pillows of soft moss. There was the small creek, Jade had fallen in when they were four. The stones, where AJ tripped and fell on to Jazz, leaving with red on both of their cheeks. Will ran, jumping into the creek with a splash, while Jade fell onto the grass, eyes closed. Scott strode behind, laughing at their lack of maturity. Seeing as Jazz and AJ walked with him, Scott sprinted, shoving them both in the creek. Clothes, backpacks and all. This was the time the five of them craved. It must have been hours, just hanging out. Splashing, running. It was great. ((But everything changed when the fire nation attacked.) XDD JK) The sun must have already set by the time they picked up their things and headed away. A massive hurricane in the distance began as they walked away laughing their heads off.They lived in the upper class of Toronto, but being well off when it came to money didn't always mean the same when it came to family.

Jade returned home to her mother and her third step father, rich as usual. Sprinting upstairs before they noticed her and punished her.Quietly locking the door to the room, she shoved her headphones on and whipped out her phone , texting like a madman .

Will returned home, crawling through the first floor window, backpack in hand. He sighed as he heard no sound from his mothers beer bottle filled room. Slamming his door, he pulled out his phone.

Scott strolled in the front door, unlike the others, he knew that no one was home. He was alone like every other day since he was 2.

Scott was awoken to a figure shaking his shoulders. Sitting up suddenly, he smacked he figure with his hand. The intruder yelped in pain, holding a hand to his face. "AJ?," Scott questioned. AJ, saying nothing, just beckoned over to Scott's backpack, dumping all his stuff out and began packing essentials. Scott, confused as ever, just shrugged and threw things in. When everything was packed, they jumped off the porch roof onto the ground with a thud. He could see that Jade was already there, along with Will.

"What the fuck is going on?" Jade said groggily, still half asleep. " Don't ask, just trust." Jazz said, swiveling around on her heels. They left their mess of families and ran to the bus station, bags in hand. "Bus 113 to Long Island" the speaker announced. They rose, heading towards the parked bus. The driver eyed them warily, Scott could've sworn he saw him mutter something along the lines of " reckless teenagers" He could understand that, they didn't look the worst, nor the best. Jade wore her maroon leggings with a plain Hollister t shirt, a Jack Wills hoodie with DCs and a spiked leather band bracelet. AJ and Jazz both wore jeans with a orange t shirt and sneakers, a little less suspicious than it could be. Meanwhile, Scott and Winston both wore Abercrombie t shirts with a hoodie and Vans. They looked like a gang, but not THAT much.