Percy's POV
I quietly shut my locker trying not to create an echo in the empty halls. Last time I did that the principle caught me and scolded me for being late to class. Now let me inform you that I've only been here for 3 days. I guess Goode's motto is legitimate. " If we give you special treatment, you don't learn" I know I thought it was a tad bit scary at first too. No, it still scares me, although still not as much as the statue of Mr. Eddicorn's (the principle) head out in the courtyard.
Being new to Goode hasn't been that bad I already has friends here so that was good and since Paul, my stepdad works here the transition has been quite easy.
Anyway, back to me being late. It had already been my fourth time in three days sneaking into the back of the class after it had started. I had only been caught once. By my terrifying math teacher who I swear has eyes on the back of her wrinkly, grey-haired head.
And this would be especially easy due to the fact that my history teacher is half blind, and refuses to admit it. Leaving him with terrible eyes and no glasses.
I peeked through the glass square on the door at the back of the glass. The history teacher, who's name I can't for the life of me ever remember, was facing the white board. I dig into my backpack and grabbed the container of Vaseline. I popped off the lid and smeared it all over the hinges since all of the doors at this school are creaky as hell.
Once I had finished slathering the gross jelly substance all over the door, I peeked through the door window again to make sure that the teacher wasn't looking. He wasn't. I quickly opened the door and crawled into the classroom. I slipped into an empty desk and sat there as if I had been there for the whole class. Man, our history teacher really is half blind.
History had always been boring. Actually, I hadn't met a teacher yet who has made any type of learning fun. After finishing a long speech on how Gorge Washington, in fact, did not cut down the cherry tree, the teacher called in a few students that were answering the question he asked. Something along the lines of,
"What else was false about Gorge Washington?"
All of the given answers were wrong according to Mr. History. So he kept on calling students. After about what seemed to be forever a girl from the front answered correctly. All I could see were blonde curls tied up in a bun, from the back.
"Gorge Washington never had wooden teeth. It is a false rumor"
"Very good Miss Chase. Moving on"
I kept thinking about the girl from the front of the class. The way she answered the teacher's question, it was almost robotic. I elbowed the guy next to me.
"Hey who was that blonde girl at the front?"
The guy leaned over and whispered back,
"You mean Annabeth Chase? She's this weird brainy chic who always gets straight A's, and never answers a question wrong. People say that she's half cyborg"
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After about an hour and a half of mind-numbing facts, the bell rang, letting us know that the learning prison is closing for the day. I made sure not to leave right away, so I could wait out the mob of students swarming the halls. Seems that miss Chase has the same idea.
I crossed over to her and stuck out my hand.
"Hi I'm Percy Jackson"
