Meet The Demigods!

Mallory Lesterson

MR. SEAWEED BRAIN HIMSELF!

LETZ GO.

So hi, uh, I'm Mallory. I'm a senior, and I have THE HOTTEST  teacher for Biology. Mr. Jackson, he's like, New York Bay High legend.

So anyway, here's what happened today, 'cause apparently this Callie girl says you want to know.

Mr. Jackson was late, as usual.

"Morning, guys. Uh, today we're learning about...oh. Oh, you already learned that. I didn't plan anything. Sh*t."

He got a few laughs and giggles (giggles from popular girls who think they have a chance).

"Well! Uh, today I'm just gonna improvise. Let's tell...let's tell stories, huh? Yeah, yeah let's do that. Okay, who wants to go first?" he asked.

Ethan Walker went up first.

"So one time..."

I stopped listening quickly. I zoned out after looking at him, he was my long-time crush. But whatever he said must've struck up something in Mr. Jackson's memory.

"Okay, thanks Ethan. But I have a story now! So listen. Here's my bed," he stood up and drew a little diagram.

"Wait, wait. Are you ready for a rant?" Mr. Jackson asked. People nodded excitedly. Mr. Jackson is notorious  for his rants. He even has a stick.

He takes out the Rant Stick and picks up the marker again. "So here's where I sleep. This is where my wife sleeps," he says, circling the right for him and the left for this "wife".

Some girls groan at the mention of his wife (that he's never mentioned but whatever), and other dirty-minded kids laughed.

"Oh my gods," he muttered, "we're just sleeping. You kids are so f*cked up now."

More laughs.

"So we're asleep, and we were at that ADHD/dyslexia camp that I talk about all the time. So we were there, and in our apartment there. That's when Leo, who is a friend of mine, I think I've mentioned him, he jumps through the window on fire, and starts screaming at us to wake up," he chuckled. 

"So this rant is about how my friends can't leave us alone. It's so annoying. I love them, I do, but oh my gods, it's frustrating when it's like 6:00 am and I'm trying to sleep! Let's start with...Jason. Okay, so me and Jason are famous in our friend group for being best bros, and supposedly gay for each other. But anyway, the worst time for him, he once came and found me and Annabeth, that's my wife (adkjgbawldjgbvaidsaio;vn;YAYAYAYAYAYljdbawhvbf okay i'll stop), while we were fast asleep after PTSD nightmares that she had. So he comes running in, saying that Leo got in some sort of accident at camp again, right after we fell asleep. And Leo is hardcore, so I knew he'd be fine. But still."

That's the great thing about Mr. Jackson. He's very open about his personal life. How he and his wife had PTSD, how he went to this ADHD/dyslexia camp, how he didn't have the best childhood, etc. He was young, too. Maybe twenty-four.

"Worst time for Piper. I'd have to think about that one. Piper is basically my sister, she's a lot like me, but has a side like Annabeth. I've known her since I was...sixteen? Yeah, she was fifteen, so that'd make sense. Okay, so you may know her better as Piper McLean, Tristan McLean's daughter. Well, Piper Grace, soon enough. Anyway, that's important to the story. The Tristan McLean thing. So one time, I was on a date with Annabeth, we were maybe seventeen. We were by the beach, and we were about to head back to our cabins, when Piper comes running over ," he emphasizes "running over" in a goofy voice like he's imitating a dumb person, "and interrupts our date ! And then she sent us to Bora Bora. On a vacation. With her and our friends. So really, it was good," he laughed.

That's when Ethan raised his hand again. "Yeah, Ethan?" Mr. Jackson asked.

"What about that Hazel girl you always talk about?" he asked.

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Okay, Hazel is...three years younger than me? Ish? So I met her when she was thirteen, I was sixteen, and she's notorious for being innocent. Like, doesn't get dirty-minded jokes, not up with current slang, stuff like that. So one time, she walked in on me and Annabeth kissing, and she took it way  out of proportion. It was honestly hilarious," he confirmed.

"Frank and Leo kind of hate each other. They are two of my best bros, but like, they don't get along at all.  Frank is my age, Leo's a year younger. Frank is put together, Leo is everywhere. Frank knows what he's doing, and I don't even think Leo knows anything. So they're polar opposites. What does Calypso see in him?" he muttered the last part.

"Anyway! So they once tried to..." he realized the final bell would ring in ten minutes.

"Okay, don't freak out when a short-ish curly haired blonde with scary grey eyes walks in, or at least, that's how my friends describe her, she's my wife. We have to get somewhere after school today and she came early. And that girl comes early.  Also don't freak out if she judo-flips me, it's normal. And...what else am I forgetting? Oh! Do not  get on her bad side. She will  hurt you," Mr. Jackson advised. "I gotta go get something from the office. Stay put, and don't  get on Annabeth's bad side!"

After about two minutes, a girl like Mr. Jackson described walked in. Except she was way  more gorgeous than Mr. Jackson had explained.

"Is this Per - Mr. Jackson's room?" she asked. There were nods and murmurs of "yeah" or "yes".

"Are you his 'oh-so-famous' wife?" a kid from the back of the class asked. The woman laughed.

 "I guess they're right, he can't shut up about his family. Yeah, that'd be me. Annabeth Chase, well, Annabeth Jackson, but I go by Chase. Pleased to meet you," she smiled, and sat down in a stool.

"Is he a good teacher you poor children?" Annabeth laughed. She got the class laughing, too.

"Yeah, he's a great teacher. He talks about his life a lot. And family, like you and Leo, Jason, Piper, Hazel, and Frank. And Nico. And, yeah...you get the point," I smiled.

"Ugh, he really is a Seaweed Brain. Can't teach an actual lesson. Does he rant here, too?" she asked.

"YES." the class answered simultaneously. Annabeth laughed.

That's when the bell rang.

As I left, I saw Mr. Jackson and Annabeth reunite quickly with a kiss on the cheek.

What a cute couple.