!Chapter 1!

Tori's POV
"So, 8th graders, that's want you'll learn this year blah blah blah english class blah blah proper nouns blah blah fun blah..." Mrs. Myers dragged on about how fun this year would be, and how fun english class would be. Boring.....

I looked at Maddie, who was sleeping silently in her desk in the back. Then I looked at Michaela, who painting her nails. She looked at me and yawned. I giggled quietly. "Victoria."

I turned to find Mrs. Myers glaring at me, and the whole class looking at me. I blushed. I hated people looking at me. Well, everyone staring at me.

"Y-y-yes?" I asked, shakily.

"What does this say?" She pointed to her writing on the board. It read: Proper noun: a noun that denotes a particular thing, but to me it looked like: nporep ronu: n otan huta nodtes atcilurap gnhit.

My eyes wided. Thanks dyslexia. I swallowed, and said in a soft voice, "I..don't know."

Mrs. Myers raised an eyebrow and called on someone else. I take deep breath. It was the first day of school and I was already hated by the teachers.

The bell rang and Mrs. Myers called, "Ok, continue the tour."

I ran out, hoping not to be caught and have to explain the whole 'dyslexia' thing.

"Hey," Michaela said, "Who do you have next?"

I looked at the tour guide paper and said, "Mr. Harm in social studies."

Michaela snorted, "Unfair. I've got Mrs. Hughes in science. Harm's wayyyy nicer than her. Maddie, who do you have next?"

Maddie smirked, "McCarty for religion."

"UNFAIR! Why do you guys get the nice teachers?!" Michaela yelled, stomping into Mrs. Hughes' room. "See ya on the dark side." I mumbled to Maddie, as I walked in Harm's room.

A Few Minutes Later
Mr. Harm was a nice guy who understand my dyslexia, and I didn't have to have the 'dyslexia talk'.

While Mr. Harm was telling us about social studies, someone knocked on the door. Mr. Harm opened the door, and a teenage boy walked in. Some of the girls looked like they were in love and the guys all glared at him.

The teenage guy had shaggy black hair and black eyes. He said something to Mr. Harm, and then he said, "Tori, this young man has permission to take you home. He says there's been an accient."

I grabbed my bag and walked up the aisle, tying to ignore the hateful glares I got from the girls.

I walked out with the guy, and stopped him by the stairs. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?"

"I'm Nico di Angelo, and Camp Half-Blood is in serious trouble."