sweet child o' mine ⨾ luke castellan

i. too much vaporizing done in a twenty four hour period

ꗃ  𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮                   
❪    too much vaporizing done in
a twenty four hour period            ❫

𝓣heres something about mondays that just makes me loathe it so much. it must be the fact that it's a whole week starting over again, meaning more school. schools hadn't really been my thing since me and my brother had been sent to this stupid boarding school; yancy academy.

"what you see here, they are not fictions. they are not fantasies. what you see here are the truest and deepest parts of yourselves." mr. brunner, our latin teacher explained

mr brunner was a middle aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"friends, the gods, the monsters, the heroes you see here in this room are reminders of what we are capable of. now, your worksheets I want you to choose one of the subjects you see here and describe it. not just how it looks, how it makes you feel." he assigned all of the students to work

I stared at poseidon's statue recalling a conversation I had with my mother when I was a bit younger "it's poseidon" younger me claimed

"you got your name from him hali" my mom stated "he named me?" I confusingly asked "something like that . . . but more like me and your father thought to connect your name to him. hali, from it's greek roots, means sea." she explained "he did the same with your brother."

"is that why you got our name from him?" "because he's a hero?" I put a question to our conversation

"what makes you think he was a hero?" she added making the younger brielle even more interested to the talk they were having

"cause he kills monsters" I answer "what makes you think they were monsters?" stated further "mom" I respond annoyed

"not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero." "and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster" she lectured, since then i've been keeping her words In my mind. might just be useful in the future.

"percy" mr. brunner called, I turned to see what was up "mom?" percy responds, turning his head towards the call

"i'm right here sweetie, mommy's here" one of his classmates made fun of him, well, not really only one...