Pandora Jackson's POV

As far as I was concerned, Nancy Bobofit needs to stuff her head down a public toilet. I volunteer to flush. But I suppose you're looking for a story, aren't you? Well it all started on the way to a mythology geek squad museum. But Mr. Brunner was coming and he was like the all-time best teacher EVER. If your teacher doesn't wear Greek battle armor, then your teacher stinks. Any who, Nancy was throwing peanut butter and ketchup on Grover's head, and I, let's say, suffered a few splatters myself. So picture this… a redhead throwing a sandwich on my best friends head (a.k.a Grover) and my twin brother, Percy, was snickering at the fact that I was being bombed myself.

"Hey, Pandora!" Percy called from across the bus isle, "Hungry?!" and then that little butt head fell over himself laughing. "Hey, Perseus!" I snapped back, "Wet yourself yet?!". That shut him up.

I know that Percy's debating with himself. I see it in the Caf ALL the time. Pizza or Meatball Sub? What an idiot. Anyway, to continue our story, we're in the museum and Brunner's dive-bombing Percy with questions. Is it so much to hope that he skips over me? Yes, it is. "Ah, Pandora?" he says and I snap to attention. How often are you going to see Bradley pick his nose? Often. "Yes, Mr. Bunner?" I say meekly and the whole class bursts into laughter as I try to slink back. "It's BRUNNER , Pandora, and what about this mural?" Oh, that's easy-peasy. "That's the Big Three, sir, Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades. There fighting and there is Hera, trying to tell them to Shut up" I say pointing. And with that we continue.