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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.

To make matters worse, the short break that our school held before graduation would be a "fun and educational bonding time" trip to Long Island which I doubted would be either fun or educational. Believe me when I say this didn't help me look forward to the future any more than learning that Zeus was going to electrify me tomorrow would.

After that trip and a painstaking week of finals, it would only be a matter of trying to help Grover find the powerful Demigod that was attracting monsters to the school.

To be honest I'm not the most social butterfly, so Grover adding on the fact that they were probably new (seeing as the monsters only really started showing up last week) was not very exciting. New people meant knew friends and uncomfortable conversations while you waited to get used to each other. Not a personal favourite.

I removed my hands from the necklace and stared to tie up my long hair in a ponytail, trying to keep it out of my face while I attempted to listen to the droning teacher. Unfortunately for my grades, my mind kept wandering, keeping me from paying attention to anything being said.

My eyes shifted from the teacher to the students, flying over and observing all the possible exit routes from the building. It was an annoying but necessary habit that I had, and most demigods would be extremely thankful for it. In my case, the extra paranoia would probably never leave me since it was drilled into my mind by my wonderful, though slightly annoying, brother; Percy Jackson.

Once the bell rang, I joined the line of students quickly filing out of the room, ready to head home. On the way to my locker I bumped into my best friend, Andy Parker, who was looking incredibly and noticeably annoyed. I didn't have to ask to know where she was coming from. She was always getting in trouble; I swear she had a special talent for it.

"How was the principle today?" I greeted, opening my locker and beginning to dig through it.

Andy leaned against the locker beside me, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Oh you know, it was great. We sat down for a dress up party, had some tea, and he gave me scholarship to Yale. How do you think it went!"

"Woah," I said in defense, "No need to get sarcastic."

She glared at me and I could tell that she was genuinely upset. I stopped what I was doing and sighed, resting my head on the cool locker door so I could look her in the eyes.

"What was it this time?"

"It doesn't matter what it was, because I didn't do. I'm fine with getting my own punishments, but it's like this dude has a personal agenda against me. I mean on the plus side you're going to get stuck with me for the trip to Long Island, which I'm sure you're absolutely ecstatic about, but no offense your class is more boring than unseasoned brussel sprouts."

This time I let out a sigh for my sake. I loved Andy but honestly sometimes it was like I was looking after a child when I was with her, which makes my trip to Long Island just sooo much better. Note the sarcasm.

"Andy, you do realize that calling him 'Mr. Dick' is probably not helping you avoid any punishments."

I didn't have to look to tell that she was rolling her eyes.

"Well, I for one, think it's very fitting. Honestly, if it weren't for that flying horse, I could be spending next week binge watching Game of Thrones with nachos, so I think I deserve the right to call him that."

My eyes widened. "What did you say?"

"Game of Thrones with Nachos? Oh yeah, you've never seen Game of Thrones. Does that mean you check "heathen" on the place where they ask for you race? You really should watch it sometime. There's a lot of death but everything dies eventually so just think of it as life on fast forward."

I shook my head, "No, no... what got you in trouble?"

Recognition flashed in her eyes and she looked around to make sure other students weren't listening.

"Now, I promise you I'm not high when I tell you this, but yesterday I was hanging around the school statue when a flying horse came out of nowhere and knocked it down. Anyways, Lenny saw it too, but went and told a teacher that 'Andy Parker knocked down the statue in the front lawn and I saw it.' Great for you, Lenard. What a snitch."

Her words registered in my mind and left me feeling shocked. I quickly muttered something about having to be home early because of my mom and booked it out of there, searching for Grover and leaving a very confused Andy in the hallway.

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I sat in the middle of the familiar cafe, going over my conversation I had had with Grover while I waited.

When I told him that Andy might be the half-blood, it seemed like all the dots connected together. She had ADHD and dyslexia, and her dad supposedly "ran away" once he found out her mom was pregnant with her. The only thing that made it seem strange was that fact that Andy was sixteen, and most demigods start attracting things when their twelve, or even earlier. In the end, she could just be a mortal that can see through the mist, but it seemed unlikely because Andy had never mentioned things like this before. Either way, from now on I would have to keep a careful eye on her, seeing as if she is the demigod; she has no idea how to fight the monsters she would attract.

A waiter came and served me the mango smoothie I had ordered, distracting me from my thoughts for a while.

I nodded a thanks and started to tap my foot impatiently on the ground.

It was probably half-an-hour later when my friend finally arrived, appearing out of nowhere and literally falling on to my table, knocking over my now empty smoothie container. An old lady sitting in the booth over whipped her head around and stared with a horrified expression that told me she was probably thinking something around the lines of "Millennials, I can't believe, look at them destroying tables our generation used to make by hand."

I started to laugh and stuck out my hand to pull the pale teen-aged boy in an aviators jacket up off the table.

He groaned and sat up, glaring at my outstretched hand when it came into his field of vision.

"You just laughed at me." His whined, feigning betrayal.

I wrinkled my nose at him and stuck out my tongue while helping him up. He let out attractive smile,

"Now why would you want to take out your sour personality on a poor, innocent person like me?"

"Oh shut up, Nico."

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