Surviving HighSchool (Percy Jackson FanFiction)

Surviving HighSchool

DISCLAMER: ALL THESE CHARACTERS (NOT INCLUDING BELLS) ARE OWNED BY RICK RIORDAN.

Chapter 1

Bells's POV

Calm down Bells, its just High school; how bad can it be? Life as a demigod is hard, but it has its perks. After fighting monsters since I was 12, high school must be a piece of cake. I open the doors and walk towards what some guy told me was the principal's office.

I knock twice and open the door. Behind a desk sits a middle-aged man with a suit. "Hello, my name is Anabella Wayland; but everyone calls me Bells. I'm the new student here." I said. "Ah, yes. Welcome to Goode High School. Here is your locker number and schedule. Ask a girl called Thalia Grace to show you around." His voice was deep, and he had strong New Yorking accent.

I walked out of his office and back into the hallway of what was now, my new school. I asked an emo looking kid with a shirt that read 'I love death' if he knew Thalia Grace. He just nodded and motioned with his hand for me to follow him so I did. He led me through a couple of hallways in which I could see friends hugging and asking each other how their summer had been. Finally the emo-looking guy called to a girl with a leather jacket and very strong black eyeliner "Thalia, get over here!" When she got closer I could see she had stunning blue eyes and some freckles around her cheekbones.

"What do you want, death breath?" She said in a hushed tone. "This chick is looking for you, and the name is Nico di Angelo."

"Are you new here?" she asked. I nodded. "Ugh, fine. I guess I have to show you around. Give me your schedule and locker number." I handed her my schedule and paper with my number and combination in it, which probably wasn't such a good idea. "Great, your locker is next to mine. Ill show you to it." she said and started walking in the directing we came from, leaving Nico di Angelo behind. "So, what do your parents do?" she asked. Before I came here I had practiced the lie I would be telling everyone, since I cant really tell people my mom is one of the eon-year old goddesses from ancient Greece, who really did exist and were living in the 600th floor in the Empire State Building.

"She's an architect and my dad is a writer. How about your parents?" "I really don't like talking about them. Are you a good student?" she said. "I try to be, but sometimes it's hard since I have dyslexia and ADHD." She stayed quiet for a minute then stopped walking and turned to me. "Okay, Look at me in the eyes and tell me one more time who your mother is." I reached into my Uggs and felt my celestial bronze knife. What if she was a monster? "Bells" she said and grabbed my arm and pulled me aside into a smaller corridor. "Which one of your parents is it? Mom or dad?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, and going to say this once... Which one of your parents is a god?