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I must have fallen asleep because as soon as I woke up. Percy and Grover were gone, and I was already at my stop on Louisville 2348 St. I looked up at my apartment, not the best, but not the worst. "Did I dream the whole interaction?" I asked myself, feeling inside my pocket, and I pulled out the card Grover had given me. "Definitely not a dream," I said, going

up the elevator to the second floor.

The floor in my apartment was somewhat dim and dirty; there was a yellow light that always flickered. The hallway smelt of mildew and coins, but I had to put up with it. I set down my suitcase and opened it, and stuff went flying everywhere. "Why me?" I sighed as I grabbed my key from the pile of stuff, and I unlocked the red door.

I walked inside after being away from home for seven long months. It was dark in the hallway as I walked in and the only light source visible was the kitchen. "Dad? I'm home." I called out, carrying my suitcase in my arms, because I didn't feel like putting everything back in it just to take it right back out.

"Dad?" I called out as I entered the kitchen. My dad's name was Mason L/N. The same one who I called about the bullying and did absolutely nothing, the same person I have to take care of because he's too drunk to remember anything. I look to find him at our small, round wooden kitchen table, passed out. There were 5 bottles of beer and a bottle of tequila next to him, a stack of papers on his side, and a cigarette between his fingers.

I sighed as I picked up the papers and looked over them. "Bills, bills, bills," I continue looking over the paper and see a pamphlet about the Grand Canyon. I remember when we went to places with Uncle Fern, we always had so much fun together before Dad started his drinking addiction. I continue flipping through the mail until I see the last one addressed to "Mr. Mason L/N." From Saint Oaks, thats just great, he knows about the situation. I set the envelopes down and turn back to him.

"Dad, wake up, I'm home." I tried to shake him awake, but he must have drunk so much. "Dad!" I shook him one final time, and he jolted away like someone was breaking in

"Wha- oh! Y/N w-when did you get here?" He spoke slurred and had hiccups. His breath smelled like alcohol as he spoke. I moved away, grabbed a cup of water, and a pain relief to ease his hangover. " Just right now," I spoke. I moved through the small apartment with ease, cleaning and putting week-old dishes in the dishwasher as I gave him the cup of water.

It was quiet for a while. Dad sipped his water and looked around, trying to remember what he was doing before he was drinking.

My dad LOVED my mom, so much so, he left his entire family just to be with her. He dropped his job, his dreams, and his parents' money just to marry her. And when she had me and had to leave before they got married,

he was left hollow and empty without her. No pictures, no rings, just an empty, heartbroken man. He works the mornings for the bills and our living, and he works nights part-time for my school. He's told me I have her eyes and attitude, but I feel like sometimes he blames me for her leaving, and sometimes, I let him.

only she could have done. Dad told me that when I was a couple of months old, she had to leave because her family all depended on her to do a very important task and that it wasn't safe for me if she stuck around.

Now, being a kid, I didn't understand why a mother would leave her family, why couldn't someone else take that job, maybe her brother or sister? She wasn't dead, he made sure to remind me that, but she was just...gone? Disappeared into the night without a trace, he told me she said her goodbyes, and maybe one day we'll meet again, but that was eleven years ago, and I've just been hanging onto that fantasy, hoping one day we'll meet again and talk.

"Saint Oaks called today," My dad finally spoke, bringing me back to reality. His voice still slurred, but was starting to get clear. I tense up, and the lights in our apartment start to flicker, already knowing this will lead to an argument. "Look, I know what you're gonna say, but this time it wasn't my fault." I tried to defend myself, but he cut me off.

"You say that all the time," He hissed through his teeth. "You keep on getting sent off to some other school each time, I'm starting to think you do it on purpose, Y/N." He got up to go to his room, but muttered something under his breath a little loud. "It should have been you, not her," he slammed the door. I jumped a little as the door slammed and I just stayed by the sink processing his words. After I was finished, I went to my room, put my suitcase down, sat on my bed, and looked off into space, wondering what my mom was like and why did I have to be stuck with him.

I've never seen her, but I know she felt like the moment you wake up from a good dream and smelled of black tea and jasmine. Her long dark hair flowing under the moon as she whispered words in a language I didn't know to lure me to sleep, I sat there trying to remember who she was. It was so hard because she left when I was only months old.

I looked on my nightstand to see the letter she had written me still there. I read it every night, hoping that if I read it long enough, she would come knocking at the door wanting to be a part of my family again. But I'm not a child anymore; that hope died long ago with the version of my dad who listened and had a heart, and to say I was angry at her was an understatement. She left me when I was still a baby and told me this fake promise that we'll meet again, not even bothering to check in on me, not even in secret. I hated myself for feeling this way, I hated how she just left dad, and he turned into this empty husk, I hate how I used to cry every night when they would bully me about her not being there.

"I don't have time for this." I say, getting up, "Uncle Fern will give me those answers, and I will figure out what is going on." I say, completely ignoring the growing frustration and hurt from the secrets, the lies, the words, and the bullying and the pain from my parents. I stormed over to the house phone and typed his number in without looking at the call book.

The phone rang for a good 10 seconds, and then he picked up. "Y/N! How's it going, buddy? Listen, I wanted to apo-" I cut him off mid-sentence, already irritated. "Uncle Fern, I'm going to ask you a question, and do not lie because I already know the truth." I lied straight out of my ass, "What is a kindly one? What is the mist?

Who attacked me that day at the museum?" The phone went quiet, and he spoke more tensely and nervously. "Y/n, what are you tal-"

I cut him off again; this time, my irritation is shown. "You're lying, again! Enough with the lies! I spoke to Grover and Percy, and the same thing that attacked me attacked him,

so don't try to use that im overworked excuse." My voice is low enough to strike a little fear in his heart as he goes quiet. "How did you find out, Y/n?" He finally spoke, and not in a "You must have been hallucinating" manner, but a "Alright let's talk " manner. I was still irritated, but I calmed down when he finally didn't dismiss my questions like he had been doing this whole time. I started explaining to him what I know, and I hesitantly told him about the lights, and this was I felt so empowered by the dark.

"Y/n, stay at home and tell your dad you're going with me. I have to take you now." His voice was firm and concerned. "Take me where? You still haven't given me my answers." I say, trying to at least get something out of him. "Y/n, listen to me, they will be after you now that you're questioning stuff. I swear I'll explain on the way, you just have to trust me." He hangs up before I could even respond, "What is everyone's problem today?"

I sit there waiting for Uncle Fern by the front door, my dad still in his room getting his thoughts together. Knock-Knock-Knock, a hurried sound came from the door, and I immediately opened it to find Uncle Fern frantically moving inside and checking outside to see if anyone was out there.

"What are you looking for?" My question goes unanswered as he closes the door and locks it, "Y/n, I need you to go get your clothes. I'm going to talk to your dad about coming with me during the summer." He said, knocking on his door and walking in.

I immediately went to my room, grabbed a backpack, and started stuffing the essentials in there. As I was getting ready to leave my room, I remembered my mom's note. Even though I knew I shouldn't bring it and that I was too old to still read it every night, it had been ingrained in my life to the point I couldn't sleep without reading it. I reluctantly grabbed the letter and shoved it in my pocket, but not so hard that it would rip.

"Did you get everything you need?" Uncle Fern asked me while he closed the door to my dad's room. I was still confused about why and where we're leaving for, but I nodded, and he opened the front door, making sure no one saw us leave. We leave the apartment, the night sky shone so bright with so many stars twinkling out. His grey 2005 Chevrolet Cobalt was parked in one of the parking lot, he unlocked it with quickness I've never seen from him, and we got in and drove off. We sat with no noise except the radio playing in the background,

but I wasn't focused on what was playing; my mind was racing with so many questions and no answers. "Uncle Fern, where are we going?" I asked while looking out the window to see nothing but woods and the city lights seeming to get further and further away. He didn't respond right away; he seemed like he was trying to get his thoughts together. "On a vacation," He lied again, and I rolled my eyes. "You're lying, again. Why won't you talk to me? I'm not a baby, you know?" I say, looking at him. He sighed, knowing he couldn't hide the truth anymore. "Do you remember when that weird-looking woman with the big sun hat and the flower dress with the gloves kept following you around when you were in third grade?" That was definitely not what I was expecting when I asked him to talk to me. "Uhh...yeah? Why do you ask?" I say a little confused as I sat up a little straighter. In every school, something weird happened, and I had to leave, and most times it wasn't my choice. I'd usually get expelled or sent to a different school, no matter how hard I tried to plead my case.

Uncle Fern sighed, "I've tried to keep everything under wraps for the longest and tried to protect what I could of you, but it seems my job just got even harder." I blinked, "job?" I thought to myself. He continued, "Your mother... she wanted to send you to a place with others like you." I rolled my eyes when he spoke about her, "yeah, cause im not normal." I said in bitter words, and Uncle Fern looked at me with a guilty look, still hasn't apologized for earlier.

"I'm sorry for saying you're not normal it's just... you're special." I looked at him, and the car lights started to flicker, and he quickly spoke, hands still on the wheel. "Uh, scratch that, you're special in a good way, like you're one of a kind, and if I'm correct, you should be the only one of a kind." I looked confused as I sat back.

"Now, like I was saying, your mother wanted to send you to a place, a camp for people like you." I scoffed, "And why would I go to a camp because she said so? She didn't stay with dad because he said so." Uncle Fern looked at me again and then back at the road, "Y/n, you know she left for a reason to protect you, she had a job to do." I tried to hold back my words of anger, and I still felt that longing for a mother. "What was she like?' the words came out before I could stop them. "My mom?" Uncle Fern smiled softly as he spoke, "Your mother was strong in many ways; she always let her hair flow in the night breeze, she was taller than your dad, she had a temper just like yours, and her eyes looked like stars bursting. She would be so proud and happy to get to know you, Y/n." I felt my heart getting heavy as I smelt her scent of black tea and jasmine. "So this camp she wanted me to go to... is it the same one Grover wanted to take Percy?" I asked, taking out the card in my pocket, and Uncle Fern sighed. "Grover should have never told any of you about that, but yes." I nod and make a sound of approval, "And it's a summer camp?" I asked another question, finally getting my questions answered. "Yes, but some campers stay all year round, depending on how dangerous they are." "Dangerous?" I thought, trying to picture this summer camp. It was storming really badly. Uncle Fern's face grew more tense as he sped the car up. As I looked down, instead of feet, I saw cloven hooves.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

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After that whole weird museum experience, I kept a close eye out for more bird ladies popping up. It was so bad that I stayed up for 3 days straight, thinking one was going to take me in my sleep. I thought the dreams would have been over, but boy, was I wrong. I would wake up every night in a cold sweat, feeling her body trying to claw me.

Her sharp yellow teeth and how she spoke when she turned to ash and dust. "UNSEEN!!" would constantly ring in my head to the point where I had to borrow my dad's headphones, well, more like take since he's too drunk to even care about what's going on with me, and play loud enough music like Superheaven or the Chevelle, but that wasn't the only thing I dreamed about.

I dreamed about the light breaking at the museum, me kicking Ms. Walker with strength I've never had before, and how something dark pulled on Haley's leg and made her nose bleed. I felt so powerful. I've been trying to feel that again, but nothing seems to work. I've tried to sit in my dark dorm which I actually fell asleep in. I tried to use a flickering light that we have in the boys bathroom but it didn't seem to work. Maybe if Haley pisses me off again, then hopefully the shadow thing will come back to me and hopefully break her arm next time so she won't hit or throw something at me.

These day and night hallucinations were getting worse and worse, and to make matters worse, the whole school has no memory of Ms. Walker, but everyone seemed to know and only remember Mrs. Janice.

A short, black-haired, green-eyed, 5'6 " woman with tan skin, who always wore her hair in a bun and was friendly. Mind you, I've never seen this woman in my life,

And to normal people, it seems like I've gone mad. I would wait a couple of days and ask about Ms. Walker to see if I could catch them in a lie, but to no avail; it never worked. The only reason I know I haven't gone crazy is that every time I ask Uncle Fern about it, he tenses up and tries to change the subject so quickly you would think he was hiding something.

But I know what I'm talking about because he lies straight through his teeth, and he's not a very good liar, especially to me. For the rest of the school year, I tried to bring up Ms. Walker over and over, to the point where I started to think I actually imagined her. The weather has been no better; there have been thunderstorms and power outages.

I get that it's spring, so it's going to be rainy, but when the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down near Yancy Academy and Saint Oaks Academy, I knew something was up.

Towards the end of the school year, I was irritable and  sassy than I usually was because I was being called crazy and stupid, not just by the students but by the teachers as well. The bully increased but more physical bullying than anything. My grades were slipping again, and I did not want to talk with my dad and have him come up here; he would just give Haley and the other kids more material to bully me with.

The bullying got so bad that I even tried to talk to my dad on one of the pay phones by the front of the school, and of course, he was drunk like always. "

Dad, there are these kids here at the academy, and they are harassing and bothering me. The teachers won't listen to me, they just shrug it off as us playing, and the other kids won't even look when it happens. I'm so overwhelmed and sad, and I just can't deal with it anymore. Could you maybe come here and talk to the head mistress about the situation?"

I asked trying to get him to help me and acknolodge that I was feeling down and the bullying wasn't helping and told me he'll put in a report as soon as possible, but weeks later I wasn't called to the 's officeheadmistress nor did the bullying actually stop so I just stopped asking him. It was exam weeks due to it being the last couple of weeks of school, and I was struggling.

I had just taken my English exam, praying to the universe that I would pass just enough for them to move me to 7th grade. Now I wasn't going to be held back, but I might have to be put in different programs and classes due to my grades. The best they could do is a tutor, but that's between them and my dad.

It was a Friday afternoon, 2:13 to be exact, which meant I had Latin last period of the day, and I had a bruise forming on my rib cage from one of the boys shoving me into a restroom stall. The bell had rung two minutes ago but I was trying to clear all the moldy sandwiches and oranges Haley and some other kids put in my locker.

'Y/N, you're late to class, which is after school detention." Mr Douglas spoke as I walked into the classroom two minutes late. I rolled my eyes at him, and the class giggled at my sass and boldness towards the older man. My sass didn't go unnoticed as I sat down, and his face hardened. "Mr L/N! Did you just roll your eyes at me in my classroom?" I sighed as I looked at him, already in a bad mood from the locker situation, but I tried to not to get into any more trouble. "Please, Mr. Douglas, I'm not in the mood right now. Can we continue with the lesson?" I asked politely through gritted teeth, but apparently, he was just being an old fart and took it personally. "No! We will not continue the lesson. I've had it up to here with your nonsense and I will make an example out of you." He searched for a piece of paper on his desk, and the kids around me started giggling as he pulled up the projector background and started writing down the classes I had.

"History B-

Algebra D-

Language Arts C+

Art C

Science D+

And finally Latin, which is now an F- You are a lazy, insufferable, horrid child who's always causing problems. Your highest grade is a B- if you're going to disrespect me, make sure you have the grades to do so, Mr L/N."

He had just shown my entire grades to the class now everyone knew I wasn't really good academically but what really hurt me was how how he insulted me in the classroom where most of my bullies are, and now everyone was full-on laughing. "This is why you don't come tardy, or disrespect the teacher, or make up false people to make an excuse for yourself as to why you're failing algebra."

He looked at me, and I stood up, looking at him with so much sadness and anger that I could just scream.

My mouth speaks before my brain can even think. I was speaking with anger and purpose. "How dare you?" My tone was filled with rage. He looked at me with narrow eyes, "excuse me?" He asked his tone commanding.

"You think you're all high and mighty bullying a 6th grader in front of everyone, you don't know what goes on in someone's life, but you don't care, do you?" I walked up to him, and he looked taken aback at how bold I was.

The energy shifted in the room from joking and embarrassment to something darker and suffocating. "You think I don't know that I'm failing in every class?" He tries to gain the upper hand, "You were the one-" I cut him off, "You will wait until I'm finished!"

The lights flickered as my voice, filled with anger, rang out, a thunderstorm brewed outside, and the kids jumped as they turned their attention back to Mr Douglas and me. "I hope I give you so much joy and happiness every time I do something wrong to your standards!"

The ground shook as I spoke, but luckily, nobody suspected a thing due to the thunderstorm cover.

"You hate me, Mr. Douglas? Well, guess what? I. HATE. YOU!" A loud boom came from outside, and the once flickering lights now went out with sparks and buzzing while something was thrown across the room in the sudden darkness. Mr Dougals, who had been quietly letting me speak, was beyond furious, but he had fear in his eyes.

He's never seen me like this before; nobody has. I was breathing deeply as I felt that same power and energy from the museum come crashing down on me like a wave crashing over the beach. I looked around to find everyone quiet and shocked; even Haley was quiet as she stared at me.

But Mr. Douglas tried to compose himself and, with a shaky voice, spoke: "Get out of my class room Mr L/N." I stormed out, of the grabbing my bag, and slammed the door shut so hard that it broke the glass window in the middle of the door. "I don't need that stupid class anyway, which is why Latin is considered a dead language!"

I yelled down the halls as I walked to Uncle Fern's class, trying to calm myself down. The power inside of me was still raging as I tried to calm myself down.

I reached inside my bag and grabbed my journal. Uncle Fern suggested I write in it ever since my attitude started to become more noticeable. I walked up to Uncle Fern's classroom room and I was about to walk in because he was not having a period, but I heard someone talking. "And you think that power outage was caused by Y/N?" A man with a faint but familiar voice spoke in a hushed tone to someone. My eyes widened, "Me?" I thought in my head, trying to get a better listen.

"Yes, sir, I believe it was all him. I'm telling you he's one of them, only different something...new?" Uncle Fern spoke back, his voice a little shaky but trying to sound convincing. Now I'm one to steer clear of drama, especially with me having to move schools so much due to drama, but I couldn't get myself to move.

"Grover was telling me about a student of mine being one too; he fears for his safety, there was a kindly one who attacked him in the museum a couple of weeks ago." Uncle Fern's voice dropped a little; now I couldn't see, but I would think his face might have gotten a little firmer.

"Sir, a Kindly One attacked Y/N while on that same trip. I was too late to stop it, but he defeated it, somehow, and now he's questioning where Ms. Walker went." Uncle Fern replied to the man. My heart raced at the name. "I knew she was real." I thought to myself as I listened in more seriously now that my suspicions had been confirmed.

"Grover said he doesn't want to leave the boy alone this summer, now that we know about them, they know for sure." Uncle Fern spoke, "We would only make matters worse by rushing them; they need more time to mature and grow a little." The man spoke as if someone was getting sent to their death.

"There is no time grover. The summer solstice deadline, and if we do-" Uncle Fern was cut off. "Will have to be resolved without them. Fern, let them enjoy their ignorance while they still can. As I told Grover, the time will come we tell them, but for now lets not put them in any more danger." The man spoke to Uncle Fern with a calmness that sounded like years of wisdom. A new voice, it was younger and shaky, like it was scared, spoke at the same time. "Sir, they saw them..." "Their imagination," The man insisted.

"The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them that they were imagining it."

The younger voice spoke again, "Sir, I...I can't fail my duties again." The younger voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean." "You haven't failed Grover," The older voice spoke kindly. I should have known who the younger voice was when they said a "Grover." "I should have seen her for what she was. Now you and me and Fern have to worry about keeping Percy and Y/N alive until next fall-" There was a solid boom on the floor from inside the room, and I gasped a little too loud, and suddenly a shadow was walking towards the door, getting ready to reveal me.

I looked around and found a bench that was dark underneath it in the hallways, and I immediately slipped into it. I must have been so scared, I started hearing things because when Uncle Fern was walking to the door, instead of footsteps, I heard tap-tap-tap-tap, like an animal on a concrete floor.

He opened the door, holding what seemed to be a very sharp knife. Sweat trickled down my forehead. He looked around, and I noticed he moved perfectly fine without his cane. What other secrets has he been hiding from me? "No ones here," He spoke as he went back inside his class and closed the door. It must have been a save from the heavens because how did he not see me underneath this small bench? It was dark, but not so dark that you couldn't see someone. I still heard the faint mumble as I stayed there waiting for a clear sign for me to go. "Go back to the dorm," the man said.

"You've got a long day of exams tomorrow." I heard a sigh from the younger voice, and suddenly the man spoke to Uncle Fern. "Fern If what you say is true about Y/N, then he is the unseen. He has to be there soon, but wait until it get to dangerous." The man spoke in a grave and Uncle Fern replied."Yes, sir." There was complete silence. I waited a good two minutes, and once I got from under the bench, I booked it to my dorm.

I opened my dorm door, and I sat on my bed as I recalled the events I had just heard. "Who was this Percy guy? What is the Mist, and how does Ms. Walker tie into that? What do they mean by danger? Is Uncle Fern keeping life threating secerts from me?" All those questions swirled into my head as the day's actions wore me down and made me fall asleep.

The next afternoon word had gotten out at my argument with Mr. Douglas and I was now not allowed back at SaintOaks Academy next year. As I was leaving the history exam in Uncle Ferns class room, I looked at all the major american event's I think I got wrong. The only ones I felt like I did go in was the Greek and Roman history. More specifically, the gods/goddesses.

Uncle Fern called me back into the room. For a moment, I thought he was going to get mad because he found out I listened in on their conversation, but that wasn't the case.

"Y/N," he said, sounding somber(ew), "Don't feel bad about leaving Saint Oaks. There are many other schools you could try; just because this didn't work out doesn't mean you give up."

His tone was gentle and quiet, even though he was speaking low; I could hear Haley and some of her goons snickering. I shot them a nasty look, and the smiles were wiped clean off their face as they remembered yesterday.

I sighed as I looked back at him, "I know, I'm sorry." I said, lowering my head as he grabbed his cane, "This just isn't for you, you're a smart kid, but you need to be somewhere with others like you." I wanted to cry, my own uncle and favorite teacher thought I was so different than everyone even if he didn't say it, it felt like it.

"Right," I said, shaking a little.

"No, not like that, I mean...you're not normal, Y/N tha-" Trying to fix his words, but I was already looking at him with a glare, and the lights started to flicker a bit. "Gee, thanks," I say, and before he could even speak, I had already left the room as the lights stop flickering.

On the last day of the term, I grabbed my clothes and put them in my suitcase.

Others were talking about their vacations, like going to fancy resorts, or cruises, or just leaving the country to travel. There were the good kids who came from a good family, and there are they bad kids who also came from a good family.

And then there's me, who's a bad kid and doesn't really have any family.

I was considered a bastard since my parents didn't get married when they had me, so my grandparents and aunts and uncles didn't claim me as part of the family due to their religious values. While my dad drank away, mourning my mother( whom I don't really know about), I had to take care of everything around our home. Whether the range from cooking to cleaning to reminding him to get up for work while I'm at school. I walked through the crowd of excited preteens, and I left the academy.

I had bought a ticket to Manhattan yesterday, immediately, while I still had just gotten money from my dad, since these kids are thieves. As I got on the GreyHound I sat in the back, suitcase in hand, as I plugged in my headphones on my iPod and tuned out the noise around me, thinking about who was in danger and who Percy was.

About 6 minutes into the bus ride, we stopped and picked up more people, this time two kids around the same age as me. I looked a little closer and recognized that blonde curly hair and those sea blue eyes, "the boy from the field trip?" I mutter to myself as him and this lanky kid next to him sat down two seats in front of me. The lanky boy looked nervous as he kept glancing down at other passengers, and he looked back to find me looking right back at him and he let out a little yelp.

I looked at him weirdly as I was about to go move to the front. The blonde boy spoke," Looking for the Kindly Ones?" I froze in my spot. "No, it couldn't be..." I thought to myself.

I saw the other boy nearly jump out of his seat, and I recognized the lanky boy's voice, "Grover and Percy." I muttered to myself, feeling the need for answers. I stood up and walked over to the seat next to them. They both looked at me, especially Percy. His eyes shone as he recognized me, and Grovers face paled as he recgonized me. I look forward as I try not to engage right now I need to make sure I was correct. They went back to talking but kept stealing glances towards me. Grover spoke to Percy, "How much did you hear?" He asked a little guilty as he tried to lower his voice due to me being next to him.

Percy replied

"Oh...not much. What's the summer solstice deadline?" He confrimed what I wanted to hear. He winced. "Look, Percy...I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers..." "Grover–" "And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstresed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs.Dodds, and.." Thats when I finally asked my question "Excuse me?" I asked sounding polite they both turned to me awaiting my question. "Do you know what the mist is and what Ms. Walker has to do with it?" I asked quite bluntly. All the color drained from Grovers face and Percys face lit up as to someone finally knowing what he was talking about. But before I could say anything else Grover gave me a card and turned away talking with Percy.

I was a little pissed that this guy seemed to know all the answers to my questions and he gave me a card. I was about to speak again until there was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over the side of the highway.

After a few minutes of clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd have to get off. I fled outside with everyone else standing next to Percy and Grover. We were on a stretch country road nothing special something you probably wouldn't notice if you didn't break down here. The one thing that stood out was an old fashion fruit stand on the other side of the road with three old ladys sitting in rocket chairs in the shade of a maple tree.

The red crisp apples, oranges, cherries, pears, apricots, and what appeared to be cider on sale looked so good and juicy I was tempted to buy some for Grover in exchange for some information about this whole situation but I paused. "Why is there a fruit stand and no customers...In the middle of the country road?" I say backing away my entire body was telling me danger. Percy and Grover seemed to notice my body language because they seemed to be the only people who actually noticed the fruit stand the passangers of the Greyhound just stood there waiting for the bus to be fixed. I looked back at the old ladies they were doing something...knitting? They were knitting socks so big they looked like sweaters the ladies on each end were knitting while the one in the middle held the yarn.

All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandanas, bony arms sticking out of belached cotton dresses.

I must have been focused on something else because they stared right at me and Percy.

Percy looked over to Grover which I assume to speak about this. Grovers face was drained from any color and his nose was twitching.

"Tell me they're not looking at you two. They are, aren't they?" Grover asked and I looked at him and back at the old ladies. "Why you know them or something?" He nodded his head and Percy smirked "Yeah. Weird,huh? You think those socks would fit me?" He joked as grover snapped his head to look at him.

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."

The old lady in the middle too out a huge pair of scissors—gold and silver, long blade, like shears. "I hope she doesn't plan on throwing those at us." I mumble and Percy chuckles a little. Grover catched his breath.

"We're getting on the bus," he told Percy and me. "Come on."

"What?" We both said in unsion. "It's a thousand degrees in there." "Come on!" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but me and percy both looked at eachother wondering whats going on.

Across the road, the old ladies were still watching us. The middle one cut the two yarn strings, and I swear I could hear that snip from all the way over here. Her two friends or sisters? Balled up the yarn, leaving me wondering why they had the already scared boy so frightened that he wanted to get back on the bus. Suddenly the engine roared as the passengers cheered and the bus drives gave words of praises to the bus. "Alright everyone back on board!" I sat a little futhur away from Percy and Grover since they still don't know who I was and it was a little weird I was talking to them. I tuned out their coversation but I heard them talking about the old lady cutting the yarn. "Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth." Grover muttered. As I looked out the window I decided I would ask Uncle Fern about this and see what he says my stop was in 23 minutes away I had enough time to adress him and his lies.

First chapter of my pjo fan fic darkness follows on wattpad

User: SamjHurd

I accidentally vaporized my algebra teacher

My name is Y/N L/N.

I am eleven years old. I've been bouncing from school to school due to my "behavioral issues," but I feel there's something else at play, but that could be me. I go to Saint Oaks private academy for the "gifted and troubled" in upstate New York. I have been in a lot of trouble, it was from false accusations, bullying(always got blamed even when I didn't do anything), Ect and when you get into so much trouble, one has to ask oneself a very important question.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start from the beginning but I can't since I don't remember much. So I'll start when this whole mess was thrown onto me. It all started when I was on my sixth-grade field trip for my academy last May. The teachers said we will be visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art to view ancient Greek and Roman stuff in Manhattan. Now a lot of the kids complained and boo'ed but I was so excited to even be on a field trip. I usually had to sit them out or I left the school before I went on one so I didn't care where we went.

Mr.Douglas, our Latin teacher stood up in the front of the class as we pulled up to the school. He wore a grey dress shirt with a bowtie, black slacks, and his hair split down the middle. He looked around his late 40's early 50's and taught at Saint Oaks Academy for 19 years and one thing about him is that he despised me. He always tried to find ways to get me in trouble and get me kicked out of the academy. "Alright class before we head inside I want you guys and girls to know that there will be another school here Yancy Academy. Now I want you to be on your best behavior." He spoke his voice a little hoarse and his face stern as his eyes made their way towards me. "And If I hear you stepped out of line even once Mr L/N you will not be allowed back on field trips and you will be sent to another Academy do I make myself clear?" He spoke his tone low and a little scary. I quickly nodded my head sinking into my seat while the kids snicker.

I felt so embarrassed that I had been called out in front of the whole class, but the one who would really try to make it seem like I would do something on this trip is Haley Vargas, the Academy's bully. She had it out for everyone and she got away with it too since her dad is one of the top donors to the academy. Her and her goons Tracey and Estella picked on any and everyone who even breathed in their direction but the one person they liked to pick on was me for a little context. It started on my first day at the academy. I sat in the seat next to this guy named Trevor who at the time Haley liked. She asked me to move and I said no and told her there's other seats, I guess that didn't sit right with her so ever since then she has been picking on me and just bullying me weather its shoving me on the ground, tripping me at lunch making me drop my tray, or even just taking my completed work and tear it up in the classes I'm somewhat okay in so that I fail.

"Before we go, make sure you have a group of no more than three." Mr Douglass spoke over the chattering children. As they grouped up and ran inside the museum I was left alone with three other teachers. Mr.Douglas whom we already established. Ms. Walker, our algebra teacher who was around 5 '10 a lot taller than Mr. Douglas. She wore a gray pencil dress with a matching grey vest and skinny glasses, and had sharp nails with long thin fingers to match. She was thin and in her early 40s late 30s.

She also hated me but was more reserved and just watched me. And finally my favorite teacher Mr. Williams our history teacher or uncle fern. He has known me since my birth although he's not really my uncle he is close friends with my dad and even knows or knew my mom. He is my favorite teacher not because I know him outside this hellscape but because he genuinely knows what I'm going through and has helped me and backed me up more times than I can count. Another thing we bond over is our disabilities. He has this sort of limp when he walks most likely a birth defect and requires a cane and I have dyslexia and ADHD so we had a little something that we had in common.

"Y/n, you should hang with me." Uncle Fern said waving me to come over and I quickly made my wave over dodging Mr. Douglas and Ms. Walker's gaze. Now Mr. Douglas always has that "I hate your guts" stare, but Ms. Walker had a weird look more intense than usual as I walked past her. She had a look you wanted to give to someone you wanted to harm.

We walked inside the building and we saw the kids from Yancy Academy already walking in and talking with the Saint Oaks kids. Some asked to be friends and others argued about which school was better but there was this one guy who stood out to me. He had blonde curly hair and was wearing the school's colored uniform and was walking with a middle aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket with dark tan skin. Me and the boy locked eyes for a moment. His sea blue eyes staring back at me. As we looked away I felt myself getting a little flustered as I looked away now noticing how dry my throat was as he looked away and talked with the man in the wheel chair.

As we continued through the museum I stopped when I saw an old greek vase with a woman on it. "She's pretty" I say as I move closer to the vase. The vase depicted a woman with two black horses. She was in a chariot and flying above the others but due wear and tear due to years of movement and weather had made it hard to depict who exactly it was supposed to represent. "No name?" I say looking at the little information table that only had the description but not what goddess it was. The tour guide explained the history behind the vases and tablets along with the statues and architecture as the group kept touring but I stayed behind to look at the statues and Ms. Walker lingered near me like she was waiting for me to get in trouble.

"And this here is a statue of Lady Aphrodite."

The tour guide spoke giving little facts on her just to keep it pushing. Uncle Fern, trying to hold in his love for Greek mythology, smiled looking at the statue like he knows her personally. "Look at her, she's practically naked." Haley said and her goons along with half of the class laughed and I was getting annoyed. "Can you shut up for once?" I said a little louder than I meant and the class started giggling "Y/n," Uncle Fern spoke "why don't you tell us about Lady Aphrodite is the god of and how she came to be?" As soon as my name was mentioned all eyes were on me. "Lady Aphrodite? She is the goddess of love, beauty, lust, and sometimes war. She was birthed from the sea foam when Zeus castrated Kronos  and threw "that part" of him in the sea."

Uncle Fern smiled "Very good Y/n" He said as he looked at his watch "And it's lunch time! You guys will eat with yancy academy if you like." He clapped as people started to head towards outside where they held lunch but of course Haley tripped me as I walked past her. "Oof"  I groaned as I landed on my stomach and the kids snickered as nobody offered to help me. I dust myself off having enough of her "What is your problem?"

I spoke out and she stopped and turned to me with an evil grin on her big ugly face. "You were in my way" she shrugged as she continued walking. My blood boiled and my hands started tingling black trails extended just to the tip of my finger as the lights started to flicker and dim. I felt so charged and strong like I could move bolder's with nothing but my bare hands

A black shadow wrapped around her leg without anyone noticing and yanked her hard.

She fell face first on the hard floor. "Ahh!" she screamed as she got up with the help of Tracey and Estella "Oh my god you're bleeding!" Tracey said panicking as they went to find Mr Douglass "He tripped her I saw it!" A boy yelled out as he went with them. I raised my hand as the lights went back to normal and the dark trails retracted from my hands.

"What was that?" I mutter to myself and I look around. Everyone gave me a cold glare as they walked past me some bumping into my shoulder as they walked by and others muttering under their breath "Freak" "Werido"

They came back shortly with Ms. Walker, who had a face unreadable, she walked up to me after they had gotten her instead of Mr Douglas. "Mr Y/N you will come with me now!" She said leaving no time for me to speak and I reluctantly followed knowing I was probably going to get expelled from this academy. Haley looked at me like she wanted me dead and for once I don't argue back with her I was so tired suddenly.

I walked ahead of her to the bus and she stopped me, "We're not going there." Her voice sounded strained as if she was holding back something in her tone and I looked confused as I turned and followed her deeper into the museum until we reached the demigod section. "I knew there was something about you Mr L/N. You thought you could come here and make a scene?" I shook not wanting to get into any more trouble "No, ma'am I wasn't trying to make a scene." I lowered my head as she continued. It was weird how she was talking to me since she never gave me lectures and it was weirder how there was no one around like everyone vanished. She would have found a way to embarrass me in-front of someone. "You've been giving us problems."

She said, her tone going lower and more hoarse "I know, and I'm sorry." I said still looking down I couldn't meet her eye I was to embarrassed or to weird out about how's she's actually lecturing me. She looked at the vases and statues of the Olympian Gods and Demigods. "Did you really think you could trick us?" Now I was confused, I look back at her to see she's grown an inch taller "walking around like you didn't take it." Thunder shook the building and I looked around to see the hallway where no one resided.

"It wasn't raining just a minute ag-" I was cut off by Ms Walker "Confess Mr L/N, and I shall be quick and merciful." I was starting to get annoyed with her nonsense and her weird attitude towards me. "What are you tal-" I tried to argue but she turned so fast. "Your time is up!" Her eyes glowed like burning charcoal, Her fingers stretched turning into talon, Her grey vest ripped open revealing large leathery wings. She wasn't human anymore. She was a thin bird-like creature with black bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs and she was trying to kill me.

She lunged at me and I barely just dodged it "What the hell is going on!"

I yell as she spins around and pins me down to the hard cold concrete floor. I felt a little blood on my arms as she had punctured it not enough to be fatal but enough to sting. "Your death shall be painful and delicious for our king wants it to be." She spoke, raising her hand and her claws growing even longer. I brace myself, closing my eyes "well if I die atleast it'll be something cool like a bird lady killing me it sucks it had to be my algebra teacher" I thought to myself. Suddenly I felt someone in my mind "Get up Y/N you know what to do." The voice spoke from some where not that I had to think about it. I opened my eyes to the light flickering I remember the shadow and Haley from earlier and how I felt strong and more powerful.

"Come on, come on." I thought concentrating on the lights going dim and the light breaks leaving it a little dim in this part of the area. Suddenly I felt that charge again. Just as she was about to swipe down I yelled "get off!" I kicked her with strength no 11 year old is supposed to have.

"Ahh!!" she screeched as she flew back into a wall. I got up my foot feeling just fine even though I just kicked a grown woman, lady, bird, thing. Something hard was in my pocket. I took it out to find a pen.

"I don't remember this in here." I thought to myself since I was so scared to say anything or move. Ms Walker got up and If she didn't want to kill me slowly before she definitely did now. She came at me and the pen in my hand wasn't a pen anymore. It turned into a sword, it was brown and shiny.

"Die!!" She screeched charging at me and I swung the sword right through her and she let out a blood curling screech. "UNSEEN!" She poofed into yellow dust. I was alone, nobody here but me. I had almost been killed by my algebra teacher and lived. I must have been imagining it. Maybe I hit my head too hard when Haley tripped me. Maybe it was my breakfast or my ADHD medication had expired. I walked outside, eyes wide with the pen now in my pocket but I kept my hand over it in case another bird lady thing tried to attack me. It started raining as soon as I walked outside. I looked around and see a girl who was dripping wet sitting with her friends and more Yancy kids interacting.

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