Chapter 1

My Math Teacher Goes Boom!

I woke up to my dad yelling "Get up Jason. It's another big day." I got up and started getting ready for school. Boring old school, again. Today I have a field trip. Most people are "excited" when when they have field trip. I'm not. I have veeeerrrrrrryyyyyyyy bad luck with field trips.

The first time I had a field trip was in 3rd grade. We went to an ancient sun dial (whatever that is). You might say I slipped, but what remained in the ruins of the ruins, were angry teachers and a principle expelling me. Then in 4th grade we took a field trip to the zoo and someone (i'm not naming anyone) jumped off of the tour train and landed in the safari zone. That also ended with angry teachers, a boy on a zebra, and another principle expelling someone (still not naming). In 5th grade… you get the idea.

I now go to a school called Manhattan's School for the Troubled. (Weird name huh?) It's for "troubled" kids like me. By troubled I mean ADHD and dyslexia. It's like they both work together against me. When i'm in class one of them are always acting up. With dyslexia I can't read very well and to add on top of that the ADHD makes it super hard to concentrate.

Anyways, the class was on the bus and a kid who claimed to have been here since 1st grade, (everyone else knows that she came here last year) named Nancy Bobofit. She kept on picking on my friend named Tyron Rootsaver. He was a skinny kid who had a bad leg problem, (don't let that fool you, you should have seen him run when it was enchilada day) and he can't join in whenever it's PE.

Nancy kept on being annoying until I told her to shut up. Then whenever a teacher or the bus driver wasn't looking she would hit Tyron on the head with a note book. At one point I started to get up to stop her but Tyron pulled me down. "You can't attack her some like some crazed animal, you'll get expelled! They gave you one last chance and if you blow it it's over for you!" Said Tyron.

"I know, I know." I said.

"Then act like it!" And that ended that conversation.

As soon as we got there all the kids glared at Mr. Brunner (our latin teacher) and Mrs. Slith (our math teacher) when they saw where we were. We were at the greek and roman museum. Yes I like Mr. Brunner and his class is the only one I don't fall asleep and drool in, but this is his worst field trip yet! A few kids who have been here a few years started whispering behind everybody's backs all saying, "Oh no, not again." I just plugged in my head phones waiting for Mr. Bruner to stop droning on and on and on and on and on… You get the point.

So while all that was going on I was listening to What Does The Fox Say when Mrs. Slith asked me to come with her. I paused the music and went with her. I would be uncomfortable going with an adult anywhere, but a teacher? That's beyond the limit.

"Anything you wanted to talk to me about, Mrs. Slith?"

"Yessssssss…" It had seemed that her voice resembled that of a snakes.

"Are you feeling okay Mrs. Slith?"

"Yesssss, I'm feeling fine… I wanted to talk to you…"

"I already know that?"

"Well ssssomeone in this school has stolen ssssomething very powerful…"

"Well what is it? And do you need me to get it back?"

"I thought that you knew where it wassssss…. TRIDENT THEFE!" She then burst into a giant sea serpent making the room fill with water. She swam at an inhuman speed, my lungs screamed for air as I struggled to keep afloat. Then all of a sudden the water looked as though there were a light shining through it and I blacked out.