Monday was Tartarus.

The minute I stepped on campus, I was receiving odd looks, fingers, and unpleasant insults. Through the halls, I was shouldered more than usual. In classes, no one wanted to work with me; in fact, I was pushed to the back of the class to sit and work alone.

The worst part, however, was the constant notes hitting me in the back of my head, the sabotages so I couldn't get my work done, and the constant yelps whenever I'm in a public place (like the cafeteria) where almost everyone is at. Luckily Hazel isn't in my grade, so she didn't see most of it.

Most.

In the cafeteria, Hazel sat next to me. She was happily chewing away at her food, while I tried to shrink and be as unnoticeable as possible. However, that didn't last long.

"Hey, Schizo." some kid with blonde hair and a scar down his cheek/jaw commented, walking to the table of jocks (where Percy is pleasantly perched).

Hazel furrowed her eyebrows, but I avoided her questioning gaze, continuing to twiddle my thumbs. A few minutes later, Percy's best friend Jason sat across from us.

"Hey, Schizo, what you doing?" he asked with a smirk, the ugly scar on his lip stretching. I remember when he got that scar. He got into a fight with a chic named Annabeth (who won considerably).

I sighed, looking into his eyes with a glare that sends him re-positioning himself in his chair, "What the freak do you want?"

"Oh, no," he wagged his finger. "You're the freak."

I clenched my jaws, "Then why bother sociating with me?"

Jason glances at Hazel suspiciously, "I won't do anything in front of the pretty lady. But you better watch out next class."

"Hey!" Hazel shouts, but I push her back in her seat which she had risen from slightly and silence her. I don't need her getting hurt, because I know this boy wouldn't hesitate hurting her, just because she's my sister and he doesn't like me. I know, he's pathetic.

Jason smiles, and walks back to his table of boys and pretty girls, who all cheer and laugh and whistle.

I'm angry. You can practically see the fume pouring out of my ears like waterfalls. I clenched and unclenched my fists. Without saying a word to Hazel, I stand up with my backpack and exit the cafeteria, ignoring the louder whistling and stares.

I don't go to class early. I don't go home. I just exit the school, and keep walking.