In case you didn't read the last author's note, Smeltings is not a boarding school in this book. Ok you may continue reading.

I hated being the new kid. Though I was used to it, being the new kid still sucked. You had to introduce yourself, you had to sit alone and you have no idea what the schools dynamic is. Who is the school bully? Who is the most popular person? Who shouldn't you associate yourself with? When your the new kid, you never know. You have to deal with all the stares, all the crowds and all the courses without anyone to help you. It didn't help that Smeltings had the worst uniform ever.

I usually never talk to anyone on my first day at school, I just sit back and observe how people act around each other. This gives me a good umbrella of understanding about the social pyramid of a new school. From the moment I entered Smeltings' fancy double doors in my new orange knickerbockers, however, I could tell something was different.

Naturally, I had to show up late, so all the students were already in class. The halls were frighteningly clean, with gray, polished floors so spotless they reflected my nervous face. There was plenty of natural lighting, which came from the many windows and the huge, domed sunroof.

As I glanced at my surroundings, I saw a sign pointing towards the left. The sign read 'office'. I turned towards the left, and immediately saw the office, if it could be called that. After walking through double doors, a stopped to take it in. The floors in the office were carpeted, with a short beige carpet. Books shelves lined the back wall, from floor to ceiling. Even though I didn't personally enjoy reading, it was impressive. In front of the book selves, there was a row of desks, each with its own personality. One was freakishly neat, while the one next to it was un unbelievable mess. At the end of the row, there was a desk with nearly 12 potted plants on it. At least three of the desks were completely empty.

My favorite desk, however, was organized in such a way that I was sure only the person who owned the desk knew what was going on. It also had a seemingly vacant fish tank, with only pebbles on the bottom, and a mini-castle. Something about the tank seemed off, so I approached the desk, and peered into the fishtank. As my eyes skimmed over the water, there was a flurry of movement, an explosion of colour and hundreds of tiny unintelligible voices burst into my head. As the movement slowed down, I got a good look at the creature. Well, creatures. I had never seen fish like them before, but my gut told me they were Rainbow Neon Tetra. Most of them were blue and orange, though there were some oddballs, with yellow, red and purple colouring.

The voices had calmed down enough for me to understand, but it wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. All the fish were basically just screaming 'Lord Perseus'. I had long stopped wondering why they referred to me like that, and I had learned the hard way that asking them did not help. I remember the time I told Olivia I could speak to fish, she freaked out. I had always thought it was normal, but apparently I was wrong.

I smiled at the fish and greeted them, as it was the polite thing to do, but just as I was finishing saying hello, I heard the double doors open. The Neon Tetra zoomed back into the castle, leaving me awkwardly standing by the desk. I turned around, and saw a sharply dressed woman. She had a kind face, but strict eyes. When she saw me, she smiled. The smile looked genuine yet unfamiliar on her face. I smiled back at her, but I'm pretty sure it looked more like a grimace. She moved behind her desk, which happened to be the one I was stand at, and introduced herself,

"Hello, I am June Englegrass," Her voice was stern, with an underlying tone of happiness. At least one of us was happy to be here. She continued,

"but you may call me Miss Englegrass. I am the vice principal here at Smeltings. I deal with the students, while Mr. Xavier, our principal, deals with the administration of the school. You will never see him unless you are being very severely punished. You must be Perseus Jackson, our new student." I nodded while trying to process all the information,

"Just Percy, but yeah. That's me."

"Here is your schedule, Mr. Jackson. Your guide should be here any minute," suddenly she lowered her voice, "but I should warn you, he can be a bully. He's only helping because it goes on his volunteering hours, which he is currently lacking on." I nodded in hesitant understanding. I could handle myself, but usually when I was confronted with I bully, I would soon be expelled.

I heard the doors open, and turned around, only to be greeted with a whale of a kid. He was incredibly fat, with at least three chins wobbling beneath his original one. He had blonde hair, that was cut in a bowl cut. His dull, blue eyes were squinty, watery, and unfocused. He was about a head shorter than me, but five times as wide. His was breathing through his mouth, which just completed the 'idiot' look.

I paused myself in the middle of my thoughts. I shouldn't be judging him. He could be a nice guy. Being overweight doesn't mean anything bad, it's just an appearance. I collected myself and held out my hand,

"Hello, I'm Percy Jackson. And you are?"

"Dudley Dursley," he grunted back at me, as he took my hand. His hands were smaller than mine, and very clammy. Miss Englegrass had left without me noticing. Dudley let go of my hand and turned around.

"Come on, Jackson," He grunted as he walked away. Despite being obese, he moved quickly. I followed him, walking right on his heels.

After about thirty second of no talking, I decided to attempt a conversation.

"So, um. What's your favorite animal??" You could tell that I was questioning my own question just by my voice. Dudley turned around and raised his almost non-existent eyebrows.

"What?" He said, his voice full of disbelief.

"I asked you what your favorite animal was." My voice cracked on "favorite", and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

Dudley squinted his watery eyes and replied,

"I guess I like gorillas. You?" He still seemed skeptical as to why I was talking to him. I thought for a minute, then shrugged my shoulders.

"I like any aquatic animal, I can't choose just one favorite." Dudley laughed.

"You like fish!! That's so stupid." I sighed,

"Not just fish. Whales, sharks, dolphins, seals, you know aquatic animals. I had a dream that I spoke to a shark once. It was very weird."

Dudley's eye widened the tiniest bit,

"But sharks don't talk. That's not normal."

"I know that. It was just a dream." I rolled my eyes, and Dudley nodded.

"I never remember my dreams." He didn't say it with much emotion, but I sensed sadness. The sadness disappeared as fast as it had come. Dudley shook his head and continued walking.

I continued making small talk. Dudley's favorite color was orange, his favorite class was gym, and he hated tests. I failed to see why Miss Englegrass thought Dudley was a bully. He seemed nice enough to me.

Apparently, Smeltings was a really big school, and suddenly I was glad to have a guide. It took us nearly 9 minutes to get from the office to our first class, science. Part of me wondered if Dudley was just trying to skip class, but even if he was, I didn't mind. I would love to delay the awkward entrance into my new classroom.

"Hey Dudley,"

"What?" He grunted back.

"What class are we headed to?"

"Science." He had had a sudden change in attitude. A moment ago he was talking normally, but now it seemed like he had turned into a pig. He was snorting answers at me.

"Who's the teacher?" I continued.

"Mr. Casallas."

"Is he...Nice?" I prompted. Apparently, Dudley had forgotten how to answer in complete sentences.

"Yeah, he's hard to understand though." Finally. A complete sentence, with some actual information.

"Why?"

"He has an American Accent," I was about to point out that I had one too when he continued,

"Just like you, but he speaks fast." I nodded, making a mental note to not speak quickly around Dudley. Knowing me, I would probably forget in like, two minutes.

It was back to silence, but only for 15 seconds, because we had finally reached our class. Dudley opened the door unceremoniously, and waddled into the room. I followed awkwardly.

Of course, like every other new school, when I walked in, it became awkwardly silent.

"Why were you unreasonably late, Mr. Dursley?" I nearly got whiplash from how fast I turned my head. Mr.Casallas was standing right behind me, but he was looking at Dudley.

"New student." Dudley oinked, pointing slowly at me. Mr. Casallas turned around slowly, and I took a step back as to not be in his face. He wasn't much taller than me, only an inch or so, but he seemed to look down on me.

"Perseus Jackson, am I correct?"

"Just Percy, sir." I replied, averting my eyes from his. He nodded,

"American accent, Mr. Jackson." I nodded uncertainty, not quite sure where he was going with this.

"Did you just move here?" He questioned.

"No sir. I have lived here as long as I can remember sir." He squinted his eyes at me and muttered,

"How curious," than he ordered me to sit down. I hurried to the back of the room, and sat down at the desk next to Dudley, who had shimmied away without me noticing. I glanced at him, but he ignored me. Whatever. He probably had a reputation to keep up, and being friend with the new kid wouldn't be beneficial.

Mr. Casallas strode up the isles between the desks. He stopped in front of a skinny boys desk. The boy looked freakishly like a rat.

"Now, Mr. Polkiss, can you tell me what the powerhouse of the cell is?"

"Maybe?" Whoever this 'Polkiss' person was had obviously not been paying attention. He turned to look at the boy sitting next to him for help, but the boy just averted his eyes. Polkiss muttered something and the boys eyes widened. Barely a second later, Polkiss said,

"I believe it's the mitochondria, sir."

"Yes Mr. Polkiss. Next time maybe you should pay attention instead of asking your peers. It was good of you to help him Mr. Anders."

The boy next to Polkiss nodded quickly than turned to look at the wall. Mr. Casallas turned around and walked back to the board like he owned the place. I decided that I liked Mr. Casallas. I liked how he didn't really tell anyone off, but he let them know that he wasn't oblivious.

The lesson continued. This years curriculum was life science, so we were learning about cells. Basically, a bunch of useless information. I don't know when I will ever need to know the difference between DNA and RNA. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Looking around the room, I saw at least two people sleeping. Dudley was throwing pencils into the ceiling whenever Mr. Casallas wasn't looking. He wasn't being very subtle though, and basically everyone was watching him instead of listening to Mr. Casallas.

After what seemed like an eternity, class was over. Everyone shuffled out of the room like zombies. I probably wasn't much different. Once in the hall, I tried to find Dudley, because I had no idea where I needed to go next. After searching for about one second, I found him. It didn't take long because he was causing a scene. He had found Mr. Anders, and had him aggressively pinned against wall. Everyone else in the hall either ignored it, or gathered in a circle to watch.

"I bet you regret not giving Pier the answer now, huh?"

"I did give him the answer!!" Anders squeaked. Dudley pulled back his fist and was about to punch Anders in the face when I stepped in. I stepped forward and grabbed Dudley's elbow. All of the bystanders gasped.

"Dude, not cool." Dudley turned around and Anders took his chance to run. Dudley looked me in the eyes. I guess he was supposed to look intimidating, but being a whole head shorter than me, it didn't really work.

"Excuse me?" He growled

"I said, cut it out."

"Look here, new kid. I'm the one in charge here. You can't just come along and tell me what to do. I'll give you a break, 'cause it's your first day here. But if this happens again, you'll run home, crying for mommy."

"Uh, sure. Moving on, you need to show me the way to my next class, because I'm lost."

"Fine, new kid, follow me," Dudley grumbled, "but this doesn't mean the threat isn't there."

"Ok, whatever you say," I said, while rolling my eyes. I followed Dudley through a crowd of wide-eyed children, and to our next class.

Ok, I personally hate this chapter. Probably why I had to rewrite it over 10 times. If you guys like it please tell me, because I don't see anything to like about it. Ok, thanks for reading. I'm sorry for not updating for nearly a millennia. Word count is 2300.