Nico goes to school

A/N: Ok, so you know how head canons are like mini fanfics? So, I figured that I could try to make one of my fav head canons into a fic! It's going to have the head canon as, like, the base, and I'm just going to elaborate on it, make an actual story out of a head canon. I have this one shot on my FanFiction.Net account, but I might change some things up a little bit. Please enjoy, comment, and vote.

I don't own anything that you recognize from the books.

Nico POV

I'm fuming by the time I walk into the big, stucco monstrosity that is my new school.

"Go back to high school," Hades had said.

"You need the life skills," he said.
(Picture above is what I imagine nico feeling like when Hades told him he needs to go to school!)
Of course my stupid dad wanted me to go back to stupid school in the middle of the stupid school year after the stupid second giant war where my stupid great-grandmother, stupid Gaea, tried to take over the stupid world.

Well, at least if I go, I'll make an impression on these stupid mortals. I woke up in the morning, as some people would say, on the wrong side of the bed. I was in a gloomier mood than usual, so I put on my favorite black shirt with a grey skull on it, my blackest jeans (one of many), my fuzzy jacket, and my pitch black converse. I wanted them to know to stay away from the 'gloomy goth kid'.

At school, the mortals got one look at me and tried to stay away, even trying to become 'one with the walls' to avoid me. Smart. I go to the office to get my schedule. From Percy's stories, I've heard how monsters hide in schools looking for demigods to terrorize. I should try to avoid them. I hope that I can see them through the mist.

"-r. di Angelo?" The lady speaking to me is a little 50-ish woman with grey hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She is sitting at her desk holding out a piece of paper for me to take. I assume it was my schedule, but I don't know where any of my classes were. Ugh. AND I can't actually read it. Great. Stupid dyslexia.

"Hey, mrs-"

"Jones."

"Mrs. Jones, do you happen to have a map I could use? And if you don't mind, could you please tell me what my classes are? I have dyslexia."

"Why, of course, young man."

I almost laugh at that. 'Young man'. Ha! This fifty year old woman thought I was young! Yes, I do have the appearance of what, a sixteen year old? But I actually spent at least seventy years in the Lotus Hotel Casino, so I would technically be, like, over eighty.

Well, in any case, I need to get to class. I thank Mrs. Jones. I'm pretty sure that I'm late, but who cares! My dad is the god of the underworld, so I'm sure he doesn't. My sister and mother are dead, so I'm sure they don't. Sigh. I miss my other sister, Hazel. She's still at camp Jupiter with Frank. Wow. That was depressing, even for m-DAM ADHD.

I walk and look at the room numbers on the doors, when I finally find the room I'm looking for.

Room 175.

I enter the room and skulk to the very back of the class, glad that it seems I'm not that late if the teacher's not here yet. As if the gods heard my thought, the teacher chose that moment to walk into the room as soon as I sit down.

"Good morning class" she has an happy, excited voice that reminds me of Bianca's old teacher. At that thought, I almost start crying.

Keep I together di Angelo.