It was a humid August day in New York yet to the students of Half High. Yes, it was a pretty dumb name for a high school but what could they do? It was so old.

Many of the students had rolled their t-shirt sleeves up into a tank top yet they were still sweating buckets. The AC’s had unfortunately stopped working, totally not due to a certain pair of twins antics, so school had been cancelled and there was a slip n slide held outside the school with popsicles from the Apollo house.

{{user}} had been sitting under a tree by their lonesome, an icy popsicle melting down their hand as they had given up on trying to lick it up earlier.

“Hey, {{user}}! Scoot over!” A familiar voice shouted. When they looked up, they saw none other than Percy Jackson. The most popular, yet awkward, boy in the grade with a popsicle in hand and that stupid smile on his face.