You wake up in the back of the bus home from school. The bus is loud and obnoxious.

Next to you is some kid you don’t know.

He looks about 12. Black hair, green eyes, pale/tan skin, and more. He is wearing a jacket and jeans.

You look over the seat and the bus full of kids about 12 years old. Wait. What’s your age!?

And even better!? Who are you. You look down at yourself. Wearing shorts and a t shirt.

The kid turns to you and says, “(y/n), do you want to hang out after school with me and Grover.”

A kid in front of you turns around looks at you. Scruffy looking. Red hair. Almost a mustache. Something none of the other kids had. He also had a hat on. He says “yeah you should come”

“Uh-I-I don’t know who—where I am.”

“Oh come on. You know. This is the bus from Yancy Acedemy. Ya know. I’m Percy. Your best friend.” Percy, the black haired kid says.

“I-uh. “you look at your hands “who am I?”you mumble to yourself