The Lost Daughter - The Lightning Thief

Chapter 1 - The Museum

"Children it's time to board the bus", Our Pre-algebra teacher Mrs. Dodds instructed the class.

Mrs. Dodds is our Mathematics teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket although she's fifty years old. She reminds me of those Mothers who wear 'trending' clothes and try to he 'cool'. I heard she was the substitute for their old teacher who had a nervous breakdown. Not sure on that though, I haven't actually asked anyone, I don't like people.

Since the moment she looked at me I could see the hatred in her eyes. I have no clue to why but she sure makes Mathematics hell, and to think it was my favourite subject. It still is as I find it humorous when she scowls whenever I get an answer right.

Although lucky for me she also seems to dislike another student in the same class; Percy Jackson. It makes me feel better knowing I'm not her only prey. Sadly he isn't too bright in class and this delights her when he gets things wrong. Poor kid.

The worst incident that has happened so far was my first encounter with Mrs. Dodds. I didn't get into any trouble or nothing but it was nerve wracking. It was my first day at Yancy Academy and it didn't go as I had planned. I managed to somehow have lost my way around the school grounds and ended up being late to my first class; Algebra. Sadly, this wasn't even the worse part...

*Flashback*
"Come on... nope, no, non, nada, sans", I mutter under my breath as I walk down the hallway looking at every classroom I pass. So far I'm now ten minutes late to class and I still haven't found it. Where could room 17C be located?

I continue to walk down the hall, not like I had any choice in the matter. Wait... this seem to be the C block... is that it down there. I squint my eyes but the numbers are still a blur. I begin the walk faster because the suspense was killing me. Please be it, please.

To my surprise it was the right classroom. I fist bumped the air in triumph before I realised I had to enter and face all the states and an angry teacher. Negative thoughts dampen my victory as I begin to worry.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Come on Liz, just open the door. Twist and push.

After a minute of calming myself down I finally muster the courage and twist the door handle and open up the door. On an instant all eyes are on me, making me feel insecure. I look up and see the teacher with her back to me, so I take this as my chance to escape and sit in the closest spare chair.

Slam.

Although fate had other plans and the door shut making a loud noise.

The teacher, in which was a woman in her late 40's slowly turned around and scanned the room until her beady eyes landed on me. She glared at me with the utter most hatred before speaking up "Who are you?"

"Uh- um- I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Jackson. I'm a new student from Australia." I breathe and take a pause. So far so good. The stares not so much but you can do this Liz. "Shouldn't it say that on your roll?"

I look in her in the eyes I which was my first mistake as I swear I could see smoke coming out of her ears and she hen replied hastily, "Are you giving me sass?"

"Oh no no. I just assumed it said on your roll. Gomen", I apologise in Japanese as I am used to saying it. A bad habit I guess.

"Excuse me?" She replied angrily.

"I was apologising in Japanese" I answer not wanting to test her patience.