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The Day I Met Percy Jackson 1

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"Look out the window!" yelled my little sister as I trudged out of my bedroom, half asleep and half in a very, very bad mood.
I walked into the kitchen and announced to my mum (if I call her mom, I can say good-bye to being fed...):
"I officially HATE Mondays." She laughed a bit and made me some Nutella on bread...
Monday mornings - the first day of the week, and I have to start at 8:15. In other words, I HAVE to be out of the house by 7:40 at the very latest.
I ran the whole way to Caroline's, through the snow. I hadn't paid attention to my sister's hint, and had put on my trainers instead of boots.
"You're, like, 5 minutes late," said Caroline when I arrived panting at the corner where we met up to go to the bus stop. I ignored her and we walked to Rue Mermoz to wait for the bus.
"You know like in the Last Olympian..." I began, as we had been talking about Percy Jackson and the Olympians - again.
"Yeah?"
"Well like Percy and Luke have Achilles' heels, except that Percy's is on his back and Luke's--"
"Is under his armpit."
"How do you know that?! I haven't told you that yet, surely!" I stopped in my tracks and stared at her.
"I wikied Percy Jackson," she explained, with a sly grin on her face. I threw my hands up to the sky in desperation.
"But you know... it's actually 'under his arm'.... so it could be anywhere under his arm," I said after a while. She gasped.
"Wikipedia LIED to me?!" She wrote 'Wiki lied to me!' on a snow-coated car with her finger. I laughed and added 'pedia' onto the end.
We got to school before the gate opened, subsequently having to stand outside in the freezing weather for 10 minutes.
Finally, it rang, and we rushed inside the hall to heat ourselves on the radiators for a second, before running out to Latin.
Oh, yeah, and by the way, we have to line up outside for our first lessons. THE HORROR.
The second bell rang, and yet our teacher still hadn't shown up.
"Y a un nouveau!" said a friend of ours named Federica - There's a new kid! I shrugged, trying not to show my curiosity, and said "Ben, si la prof est pas la, il va avoir un bon debut!" (Well, if the teacher isn't here, then he's gonna have a good start!) said Caroline sacrastically.
Just as the boys in our class were deciding to go into permanence - that's where you go when your teacher isn't here, or you don't have a lesson - Madame Ricard FINALLY got her butt into the school. The whole group of shivering seventh graders moaned in disappointment.
As soon as we got inside, I noticed him. The new kid, I mean. He was not French... well, I guess I kinda thought that because, when Doina came and sat next to me, she whispered "That new guy's in the British section, but he's Italian! So us Pizzas were like, 'But WE want a new kid!'" I tend to call all the Italian section students at the school Pizzas. They like the nickname.
Madame Ricard, not out of benevolence but probably out of 'I don't want to waste any time we could spend on talking a dead language!', only said,
"La 505 a un nouveau camarade qui se nomme Nicolas, donc souhaitez-le la bienvenue. Aujourd'hui, on va regarder un film... j'ai apporte Gladiator et Troie."
THe whole room went up in cheers. Not because of the new kid, but because she had just said that we would either watch Gladiator or Troy.
Well, the votes went for Troy. The new guy - Nicolas - (A/N: I'm loling whenever I say Nicolas!!) looked pretty uncomfortable, probably because of all the yelling strangers around him, but I guess it was just something you had to get over with when you're new. I'd forgotten since fifth grade.
I sat on the table right in front of the ceiling TV, with Coriolan next to me and Doina next to him. Caroline was sitting behind me with Ian. (I haz to have Coriolan next to me whenever we watch a film... we crack everyone up!)
The movie was great. Caroline and I had already watched it in sixth grade, but it was still awesome to watch. Especially Achilles. I don't know why, but the 'WHY does he look like an Australian surfer?' thing never gets old... he's hawt. Lol.
The bell rang all too soon, and we shuffled outside as Madame Ricard paused the movie. "
"Ugh... double math next," moaned Caroline next to me, as we left with Ian.
"Did you see Nicolas' T-shirt?" asked Ian. I shrugged and shook my head.
"It said, 'I see Dead People' on it."
"Lawl," said Caroline and we walked into B107 for an hour of numbers and lines and - hallelujah - messing around.
The Math teacher had placed us, so I was at the back of the class, next to the main troublemaker Frederic. He's a nice guy, really, but he just likes to piss the teacher off. Today's Fredericness: he had moved ahead one row, so that the seat next to me was empty, and he was next to a boy.
Typically, Mme. Matte put the new guy next to me.
OK, CALM. DOWN. Being next to the new kid isn't ever fun. I would know. You have to explain everything to them, help them, tell them where everything is... UGH. But seeing as I'm pretty much a nice student, then I put up with that kind of stuff.
"Bonjour," said Nicolas when he came and hooked his backpack over the back of the chair.
"Don't worry. I'm not a frog." I replied, trying to cheer him up.
Was he crying? No. Was he whining about how life was unfair? No. Was he looking very sad and emo-like? Yes.
"Oh, Okay. Cool." IS THAT ALL? I'M GOING TO BE ON MY KNEES HELPING YOU AND THAT'S ALL I GET???? Seriously.
Caroline mouthed something to me from across the class, pointing vividly at Nicolas, but I didn't understand anything of her silent message.
And now, for the very worst part. So far.
"Um... excuse me, what's that on the board?" asked Nicolas, about halfway through the lesson. Um... okay? You can't see the words 'Fill in the blanks + do exercises 2, 5 and 10 on page 100'? Get some glasses, dude! I told him anyway.
The bell rang for break time, and Nicolas immediately flung his exercised book and pencil case into his bag and speed-walked out of the classroom.
Charlie, who had been waiting at the door, was nearly knocked over by him. She yelled an insult at him but he just stalked off down the corridor... leaving us with a Charlie in a bad mood.
Thanks for the wonderful start of the day, Nicolas.
NOT.
ATTENTION SPOILERS! BEWARE!
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG Nico is at my school! And so far I don't like him. HOW CAN THAT BE?!?! Lol. Anyway, please read!
Inspired by real life.

(c) PJatO and characters to Mr. Rick Riordan
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AbygailJunior's avatar
trop bien! C'est en france qu'y a l'ecole?