Percy Jackson… He was a character, someone the teachers would sit and talk (complain) about in the teachers lounge. And now he was in your room, sent here after he had another incident.

You look at the small child who was sat stiffly in the chair, trying to stay still but looking uncomfortable with doing so. He started to spin around, slowly, in the chair. Suppose that was expected for a child.

You looked back at the notes Percy’s home room teacher had sent with him, saying Percy was being loopy again and saying he saw something, a flying horse.

He’s distracting the class, please keep him with you or call his mother The note said

You sighed, looking up and clearing your throat, Percy’s head jerking up to look at you.