Dear Secrets, Please Fly Quietly

2) Wilson Hart High School

I opened my eyes, pleasantly surprised to be able to move my body. Unfortunately, I saw I was in a bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I still had short, dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Good. I looked down. Charcoal gray slacks and shiny black shoes. Ick. I was also wearing a white button down with a navy pullover and a red tie. The pullover had a monogram: Wilson Hart High School, I read slowly. No. Not high school!

Just to see if they exist, I took the sweater and the shirt off and unfolded 15 feet of awesome. I beamed in mirror. Wait a second! If those wings are here... I kicked off those stupid shiny black shoes and two small pairs of wings ripped through the socks. Yay! I had wings! The only thing missing was my caduceus, which, after minutes of searching, proved absent. So I became a mortal with wings for something I didn't do. I hate you, Zeus.

I stuffed the tie and pullover in my black backpack and put everything else on. I left the shoes untied so my wings could actually fit. Snug and slightly irritating, but it would do. I left the bathroom and some teacher found me in the hallway. She was wearing a painfully bright blue dress with numbers and operations all over it. Her curled blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. I think her lanyard said 'Mrs. Green'. "Did you lose your way?"

Play along, Hermes. "Um, yea." Please tell me where I should go.

"The cafeteria is this way." She walked down the hall and turned left. I followed and checked my watch. 11:47. As if on cue, my stomach growled.

"Here we are." She opened the door to madhouse of mostly uniformed children and food. I walked in and Mrs. Green left. Staying close to the wall and avoiding human contact of any kind, I walked to the back where a line of emo kids formed to get crappy school food. I glanced at what they were getting. A single slice or either cheese or pepperoni pizza. Sometimes I resent being a vegan. As I left the line I had never entered, I found a miracle. An empty table! I quickly sat down and, out of boredom, looked through my backpack. The clothes were still in there, along with a crimson notebook and a few pens and pencils. The notebook had several really good drawings in it. Were they mine? Experimentally, I tried to copy one. It was, more or less, the same. Just as I finished the copy, a piece of paper bounced onto the notebook. I looked up for its owner and saw a girl walking away. She tossed her wavy brunette hair over her shoulder and stared at me with intense gray eyes. I blinked, and in the next moment she was gone. Where have I seen those eyes before? In neat handwriting, the note read:

Hello Hermes. I am sorry about what happened to you even if it does not seem like I am. I did not help your case because it would not have mattered. As you said '[your] punishment is inevitable'. Zeus is anxious to get his symbol of power back as are his brothers. I would advise finding them as soon as possible, even if you did not take them, for the safety of Olympus and yourself. By the way, your mortal name is your mortal name and you are sixteen years old. May Tyche be with you, Athena: goddess of wisdom

P.S. Look for the trident first.

For those of you who don't speak Athena, she basically said I didn't save you because your butt wasn't worth my time and fix what you did or Olympus is going to Hades. I knew what she meant about my mortal name, but 'look for the trident first'? I don't know where to start!

My thoughts were interrupted by someone sitting themselves down next to me. "Hey!"

I didn't look up. "What do you want?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to sit with me and my friends."

"It's my friends and me." Said a blonde girl at the table next to mine.

I finally looked at him and had to consciously tell myself not to gasp. His eyes were sea-green. "Um, sure."

'This is what Athena was talking about.' I thought as I sat down. "Look for the trident."

He sat next to me. "What?"

"Nothing." I said quickly, hoping he hadn't heard. He glanced at me for a second then introduced his friends. I only paid attention to one name: Annabeth Chase, the girl that had corrected him. She indeed had gray eyes, though not as harsh as her mother's. I was 90% sure, but there was only one way to find out. "And you are?" I asked, conveniently noticing he hadn't said his own name.

"I'm Percy Jackson. What's your name?"

I gave him my mortal name. After lunch, I left Wilson Hart High School for a certain New York City apartment.