Infinite Suprises [HEAVY EDITING IN PROGRESS]

1. Never Trust the Invisible Flying Horse

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Andy's P.O.V

Great. Just flipping fantastic.

Naturally, I just had to be the one responsible for this incident. I should have expected it, of course, no one would blame the Pegasus that apparently only I  had seen, but it still stung.

I sighed and reclined further back in my chair, feeling the cold metal dig into my back just as uncomfortably as the direction this conversation was going in.

Being someone who was quite used to being in this situation, I never expected trips to the principal's office to be a cup of tea, but this particular man had knack for grating on my nerves.

He had been droning on for at least half an hour (I timed it on my phone) about what I should or shouldn't do, and honestly wasn't sounding like he was going to wrap it up anytime soon.

Finally, after he stated for the fifth time, "Girl's with a brain like yours really shouldn't be doing things like this," I'd had enough.

I leaned forward and slammed a hand down on his desk for dramatic effect.

"For the last time, it wasn't me! I'm always getting blamed for things I don't do, contrary to what your all knowing brain thinks. Plus, this is absolutely, in the words of Draco Malfoy, riddikulus. Even if I could have figured out how to knock the statue down, why would I? What would I have gotten out of it? I'm not a psychopath with a statue fetish, so why won't you believe me?"

Mr. Dickerson simply pinched his nose and sighed.

"Andy, you do realize you're blaming this on a flying horse. We can't take your word on this, okay? People were there to see it, and with all your past incidents, we can't really trust your excuses. Especially this one. Really? Andrea-"

"I told you not to call me that!"

"-You seriously think we were going to buy that? For punishment-"

"Common Mr. Dick, I didn't do it!"

"-You will be going with the Environmental Sciences class to Long Island as a form of 'community service'" He finished, silencing me.

I glared at him from my chair but didn't say anything else, knowing that he wasn't going to change his mind.

Mr. Dickerson didn't seemed at all fazed by what I thought was a very intimidating death stare, and simply nodded at the door, waiting for me to get out.

Even if I was being a little bit petty, I couldn't help but leave the door open on my way out.

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Makai's P.O.V

There were two more months left of school. Two more months of pure torture filled with academics and facts no one would remember once the end bell rang.

School was never a happy time for me, having to deal with extra problems due to my ADHD and dyslexia, but this year, (and now every year after this), I was especially ready for summer.

It would be my third year at Camp Half-Blood this July, and my necklace was already itching for the next clay bead. In fact, right at that moment my slender fingers were fiddling with the two in place at my neck.

Environmental Sciences was always the most boring subject in my timetable, but I had to take it every year since my mom's lifelong dream was to be a geologist.