I'm a mortal. A mortal who cannot escape the rumours of his fellow mortals. I cannot escape the rumours about the war. Rumours about my daughter, Annabeth Chase, was killed in action and she is gone. My precious flower. Sure, I mean, I can't just readily believe that since I just haven't heard from her for a while. Around a year of silence from my daughter and her friends. She hasn't sent me one of those owl delivered letters.

"Professor?" Michaela, one of the top students in this class I'm currently teaching, raised her hand in question and confusion. "You spaced out again." I'm a professor at West Point teaching about American History, but I'm currently situated in a History class in Archea High School in its second semester. In their curriculum, all students of the senior years are assigned to a class from A to E on a specific day of the week and for that whole day, they learn about History. I'm teaching Class E on the day of Friday, Class D on Thursdays, Class C on Wednesdays, and Class B on Tuesdays. Class A was a special class who takes a trip to West Point on Mondays. I don't lead that class since school work overflows here at Archea so I fulfil my duties here. Though, a fellow professor guides those students.

"Yes, I'm sorry about that. Where was I?" It turns out, it is harder to teach a bunch of seniors in the same age as Annabeth than a bunch of cadets whom you know are being built for protection.

"Alexander, Professor Chase," Michael, the twin brother of Michaela, replied. "Hamilton." Teachers in this school are always surprised with my presence. The two twins have wits that can destroy the entire premise of the school. They had to have guards watching those two but ever since I started teaching history in this school, it's been reduced to toilets blowing up and firecrackers being set off in the halls. Fridays were usually the most peaceful days since nothing was going to go wrong.

I nodded in gratitude. "Yes, so in your previous years, you have been taught that Alexander Hamilton is a founding father of our beloved country. As most of you would remember him as the guy on the ten dollar bill." All the students smiled knowing that I was going to do something none of the teachers would do for them. I allowed them to watch the whole musical about an hour ago and it was thirty minutes to lunch, so I prepared a bunch of blank sheets of paper to hand out. "Now you will all receive a blank paper where you can write, draw, or do anything of your choice about the musical we just watched. And please, no inappropriate business." I stared at them sternly and they all knew I was not joking.

I watched them grab a blank sheet of paper one by one from my desk. Slowly, time passed by and the bell for lunch rang and everyone gave a sigh of disappointment as they handed all their papers to me. In this school, teachers have a personal lounge but I prefer eating in the cafeteria. It will help lessen chaos.

I stared at the packed lunch my lovely wife prepared for me, but I didn't have any appetite. It's been a year since I've heard from Annabeth. I haven't been at my best, to say the least. I'm worried sick. Bobby and Matthew are in their eighth grade already and they rarely remember anything about Annabeth.

The last students who were left behind were Michael and Michaela who approached my table with their papers. They both had gloomy faces as they handed it to me. They were unusually silent as they left the room. I looked at their papers and saw a beautiful drawing depicting the war against Britain. It wasn't any regular stickman drawing. It was a sketch of the end of the war. Both parties were looking up in sadness. I looked at Michaela's paper and there, I saw a beautiful writing in calligraphy, The war ends here. I separated them from the rest of the class papers and stood up. "The war is finished," I sighed in sadness, "Annabeth!" I cried manly tears for my daughter. What hope is there for my daughter being a demigod in battle? I must've stayed that way for around five minutes because there was a knock on the classroom door and the door opened to a freshman with dark black hair and blue eyes. She looked vaguely familiar, but it seems we both don't know each other.

"Um, sorry, professor." She said softly. "All classrooms are to be cleared after class. Teachers included, no exceptions." I was quite confused. Not of the rule, but that she was too young to be sent out to clear the classrooms.

I gave a questioning look towards her. "Aren't you too young to be in charge of clearing the classrooms?"

She smiled calmly. "Yes, but I'm standing for someone who couldn't make it to school today."

I nodded still confused. "But how do you handle the older students than you?"

She smirked. "Well, let's say I have a gift of persuasion." She brought out a bunch of infringement papers. She studied me intently and shrugged as if she as trying to figure out how I was relating to some of her memories. A second passed or two and she shrugged but there was a glint in her eyes still trying to figure out who I was. "I'll give you a minute to sort yourself out." That was quite rude, but she left before I could even say something back.

I wiped my tears and packed my stuff. I walked outside with my leather bag on my shoulders and the paper bag of food in my hand.

From afar, I heard an angry shout. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, FRESHIE?" Oh no, the girl is in trouble. I brisk walked to the next five classrooms and found the girl being cornered by two beefy boys, Jonathan and Kurt from my class today, who were rummaging through a teacher's desk. On top of the desk was a simple necklace which I realized belonged to Ms. Hannifer. It was a gift from her father and she wore it every class time. I had to help her somehow.

The girl stood there like she was bored out of her life. "Well, I'm today's lunch officer. And my job is to clear the classrooms. Apparently, you guys don't know the consequences available for those who infringe the rules."

"YOU THINK WE CARE ABOUT THAT INFRINGEMENT THING?" Kurt scolded and grabbed her roughly from her arms and he threw her roughly on the ground.

The girl started laughing and immediately stood up. "I know you don't care, but I think you're forgetting who does." She stared at Jonathan who was staring guiltily at her. "One more infringement that Jonathan gets because of you, he's gone and you can say bye-bye to your fellow friend who saves you all the time you get in trouble. He's your wits."

Kurt stood there shocked. "H-how did you know about that? Only the student council knows that. If the school knows this I'm gone."

The girl brushed off the dust on her shirt. "Well, I suggest you to throw away your shot." I smiled at the reference.

Kurt was pale white and he looked at Jonathan was as surprised. They both scampered away to the cafeteria. They passed me but they never noticed I was there. I watched them disappear as they go down the stairs.

"Professor, you do know that halls are also to be cleared during lunch, right?" She said in question.

I was a bit embarrassed and I nodded turning her way. "Yes, of course. It's just, incredible. Your display of courage reminds of-" my daughter. I bit my tongue.

"Of...?" She asked impatiently.

"Someone," I quickly finished. "Someone very important to me."

She shrugged. "Well, my job here is done. I'm going to go head for the cafeteria." She walked towards the stairs and I followed after her since we had the same destination. Instead of walking down the stairs normally, she slid on the railings, with her sneakers balancing on the railing. I hurried down the stairs as she continued whooping. I was on the second floor when I heard the whooping end. I knew she had landed in the first floor.

When I reached the cafeteria, I had the surprise of the year. The whole cafeteria was bursting with music. Lights were flickering on and off like a disco. Everyone was sitting down singing to the song except the Diamond twins who were standing on a table singing a duet. It took me a while to figure out that the song playing was none other than "Farmer Refuted".

They made it such that it was a role play.

After the song, I sat down on an empty table and everyone went silent. The hall monitor girl sat opposite me and whispered. "Everyone stopped because they saw you enter. Do you mind if I bring back the life?" everyone was looking at me expectantly and I nodded knowing these children need to have fun.

Everyone cheered a great joy and the girl stood up on the table. "Settle down, people. Seniors of this high school have listened to the awesome musical of Hamilton this week. Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen, I'll be singing a song from the musical." Everyone sat quietly and she signalled the Diamonds to start the music.

"I'm a freshman, Crystal Shine at your service." She took a deep breath and the start of the song played. It was the start of the song "Alexander Hamilton" until. "How does a ragtag, volunteer, army in need of a shower, somehow defeat a global superpower." It was the fastest rap in the whole musical. "Guns and Ships"

Michael and Michaela joined in as every senior chorused in on "Lafayette!" after that everyone went back to eating peacefully with smiles on their faces. My face though, was still blank. I want Annabeth to be here and enjoy the joy I feel. I want to see her, for my birthday. But if those rumours are true then I don't want to accept it.

I opened the paper bag and looked inside. It was a tiny cake baked by my wife with words Happy Birthday written on it. She knows what I want more than anything in the world. She knows I want my family to be complete again.

I closed the paper bag again and just stared down on the table. I heard voices around me whispering as If I couldn't hear them.

"Is he all right?" Michaela asked in concern as she sat on one of the chairs surrounding the table. "He's been acting, distant, lately."

Students were whispering about me until the bell rang saving me a whole lot of gossip. I slowly walked to my classroom and sat on the teacher's desk. I waited for everyone to come in and slowly the class was filling up. "Class, we are going to continue our lesson. I have picked many outstanding freedom papers that I will use to depict the history...of America." I looked out the door and saw the girl named Crystal just standing there like a stalker. "Let's begin."

Time was slow and after halfway through the lesson when the door burst open with a girl who shouted. "SORRY I'M LATE, PROFESSOR HANNIFER! I WAS OUT SINCE MORNING." Her hair. Her eyes. Blonde and wavy, stormy grey eyes, and a tanned skin. It couldn't be. She looked around the classroom and was surprised. "Oh my goodness, sorry. I must've gone into the wrong class." She still hasn't noticed I was there.

My knees buckled as I quickly sprinted to her. "ANNABETH? Is that you?" I hugged her in relief.

She stared at me in shock. "W-what are you doing here?" She surveyed my surroundings and gasped. "You're the professor who teaches American History.

"I thought you died in the war. Everyone was spreading it and I was heartbroken." I was so happy to see her until I realized all my students were staring at me weirdly.

One of them piped up. "Sir, you are hugging Annabeth Cross. A student from Class A." All this time she was just here?

I faced them and answered. "I'm hugging my daughter." All of them were surprised and speechless as I turned back to Annabeth. "This whole time you were just a classroom away. I was worried sick. No letters came from anyone."

Annabeth, teary eyed, answered. "Sorry, dad, I had to take care of camp. We lost a lot of people that time, but I promise I'll write every now and then." She wiped her tears away.

"But I still don't understand." I said looking outside the classroom. "Ms. Hannifer's class is situated five classrooms away. How could you think that my classroom was the same as hers?"

Annabeth thought for a second and replied. "A piece of bond paper was posted on the staircase and I checked it. It said Ms. Hannifer's class was moved to the first classroom to the left of the staircase. Someone must've placed it there to bring me here. But who?"

We both thought for a while when I answered. "There was this girl who looked vaguely familiar but I've never heard her name. She stayed outside my classroom like a stalker. I think her name was Crystal."

Annabeth smirked. "Let me guess. Crystal Shine, the hall monitor."

I was surprised. "Yes, how did you know?"

"Her brother is Percy who was supposed to be the hall monitor for today, but he got sick with the flu. I stayed with him in his mom's house until Sally came back. He's better now, but he needs a bit more rest." Oh so that's why a freshman was today's hall monitor. "I have to go, but I'll see you later, right dad?" Huh?

"What are we going to meet for?" I was honestly confused.

"Your birthday dinner at home. I'll bring Percy along." She smiled hugged me one more time until she exited with a skip. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!" She never forgot.

I walked back to the front with a big smile knowing nothing can ruin my day. I finished my lesson and readily packed my bag when the Diamond twins approached me. They were again the last students to be left in the room. "So, Professor Chase, we are happy you found that your daughter is well and alive. We hope to see you in the gathering of CHB and CJ to celebrate Annabeth's creations on Olympus." They left without another word leaving me with knowledge that they trust me because I know my daughter is a demigod and I want her to be safe. Now I know, the Diamond twins are demigods.

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