A/N: I am a novice writer. That is all. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson because if I did I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction. This is just for my own-wait I actually don't know why I'm writing this. Hmmm. Okay you know what forget it. Just remember. I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON. I REPAT. I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON. See how I wrote in caps lock there so it would stand out?

The Quest to Retrieve the Master Bolt

Chapter 1

Hi my name is Peal Jackson. Short for Persephone but people rarely call me that, and the name to me is disturbing and too long. So I settled on Pearl because pearls are found in the ocean and well I really like the ocean. Like I have a deep connection with it. Call me weird but it's true. Now lets Continue on with the story.

My name is Pearl Jackson. And this is my story.

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Imagine a typical orange-yellow American bus. Now imagine a sixth grade class with twenty-eight mental case kids and two teachers on that school bus. One in a wheelchair and the other just wants an excuse to get me in trouble. And guess what? I'm one of those mental case kids!

We were taking a field trip to Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. Which in my opinion is just plain out boring, I mean why don't they take us to the movies and watch all the gruesome, treacherous events that happened in the Ancient times, huh? I wanna see war not sculptures. Some of us-mostly me-are visual learners, here! Were not all that smart. Sigh. The human civilisation is getting stupider and stupider, day by day.

Lets zoom in on me and look at what kind of dangerous thing I will do on this field trip. And you guys are probably wondering what can you possibly do that would be dangerous in a museum? Well, to answer that question is, every time I go on field trips this mysterious thing always happens to me.

Like, like, when I was in fifth-grade we went to a Saratoga Battle Field, how cool is that? A real battle field! Must be my lucky day, or so I thought. I was just examining the Revolutionary War cannon and then boom! The cannon just came to life and all I did was light a match. How mysterious is that? The only good thing about it was that it hit the bulls eye! Which also was the school bus…

Then there was this other time when I as in fourth grade. We took a behind the scenes tour of the Marine World Shark Pool and I honestly thought this was the one of most mysterious thing that ever happened in my life. I was just leaning back when a here a sound and the splash! The whole class fell into the water and took a good old swim class. I mean I didn't know that some people couldn't swim or that the lever was connected to the catwalk it just mysteriously happened.

Now those were just some of the bad things that happened to me before. You'll soon catch on, on why these 'mysterious' things happens to me. But for now lets get on to the part where I defend my friend(That rhymed!) from the evil sandwich monster. Aka Nancy Bobofit.

"Im going to seriously murder her. No. I'm going to be the main attraction in her nightmares" I mutter to myself, with the exception of Grover hearing me. The reason? Well Nancy Bobofit and I were sworn enemies and as I liked to call it were on our daily 'MEOLM' , short for, Make Each Other's Lives Miserable.

And to start the bus drive all the way to the city, Nancy thought it was a fantastic idea to throw chunks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich at the back of my best friend's head, Grover. Who would've thought she'd come up with such a stupid sandwich recipe? Nancy is this red-headed kleptomaniac chick with freckles, and in all honesty I'm a way better stealer than her.

Grover, my best friend, was this curly brown haired dude with a muscular disease in his legs, and so he obviously had crutches and a note skipping him from PE. But don't let his tricks fool you, he is secretly, this crazed kid that has been overly hyped with candy. When it was enchilada day I wouldn't want to be in his way if I were you, he ran over this kid like a bull, without mercy. Without Mercy!

Anyways, Nancy was throwing chunks the size of baby apples at Grover, and she must've had a whole bucket of these sandwiches because they just kept on coming and coming. They stuck in his curly brown hair like flies stuck in a cobweb.

I kicked the chair in front of me. "It's fine, I like peanut butter" Grover tried to calm me down. "Grover, I've told you this a million times this is war were talking about nothing can stand in my way!" I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose. He dodged another chunk of the sandwich while I was explaining to him.

"That's it" I started to get up but Grover pulled me back down. "Come on Pearl, your already on probation" he started to tell me, "You know who'll get in trouble if anything happens". I-oh wait. I had forgotten that I was on probation. Haha must've slipped my mind. The headmaster had threatened me with in-school suspension, if anything bad(dangerous), embarrassing(funny), or even mildly entertaining(like someone taking an unplanned swim (*wink wink*)) happened on this trip.

I rolled my eyes and turned around, putting my knees on my chair in a kneeling position, and peeked over the chair. Nancy caught my eye and smirked. I held up the middle finger at her and smirked as she widened her eyes in shock. She knew I couldn't do anything back to her directly, like punch her, but no one ever said I couldn't do anything indirectly.

Sticking my tongue out at her I sat back in my seat while Nancy stopped her sandwich throwing game. "See? Everything will be a-okay!" I smiled at Grover who just stared at me, surprised. I mean come on I would've guessed Grover would've known I would've done something back instead of staying put. Psh. No one messes with me, I'm too cool.

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Mr Burner, my third favourite teacher was leading the trip. Whoop! Whoop! He was this middle aged guy that rides everywhere in a motorised wheelchair. He had some hair on his head and some hair on his chin which I think is called a 'scruffy beard' and a frayed tweed jacket that smelled like coffee. I used to wonder why it did smell like coffee. Did he spill coffee on his jacket and the smell didn't wash out or does he wear coffee perfume?

You wouldn't think the guy is cool, but he told some pretty cool stories and jokes and let us play games in his class. He also had the awesome as collection of Roman armour and weapons that I sometimes play around with, so all in all he was the one of the only teacher whose class didn't put me too sleep.

He rode up front in his wheel chair and guided us throughout the giant echoey galleries. We looked at marble statues and glass cases that had really and I mean really old black and orange pottery. The only thing that was going on in my mind was that why did everything have to be so old? And why did we have to walk around and look at old stuff that survived for over two to three thousand years.

While he was talking about some girl our age and how the thirteen foot tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top was a grave marker for the girl. I was trying and I quote 'trying' to listen but everyone around me was talking and it was getting on my nerves. And every time I told them to shut up Mrs. Dodds would give me the evil eye.

Oh this is not just any 'evil eye' it's the evil eye of doom! Every time she looks at me with those evil eyes of hers I get this feeling and my brain telling me to kill this monster. Yup I nicknamed her monster, Mrs. Dodds Monster That Gives The Evil Eye Of Doom or for short MDMTGTEEOD.

She was our maths teacher from Georgia who always wore this black leather jacket to class every single time. And I always think if she has any other clothes or if she had any clothes in her closet. She didn't look mean, oh no, thats an understatement she was evil enough to ride a Harley right the your locker.

She just randomly showed up halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. From her first day Mrs. Dodds thought I was the devils spawn and Nancy was an angel sent from heaven. Hah, I laugh so hard I cried, literally. She has this thing of pointing her crooked finger at me and saying, "Now honey" real sweet and un innocent.

And one time when I told her pointing was rude she made me erase answers out of old maths work books until midnight, not that I actually did it. I told Grover Mrs. Dodds was not even close to the human race and he looked at me with a serious look Grover does when something bad happens and said, "You're absolutely right".

Mr. Brunner kept talking about greek funeral art and Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele. I turned around and said, "Will you just shut up for once?". It came out louder than I thought it would and the whole group laughed.

Mr. Brunner stopped his interesting story and turned around. "Miss Jackson" he paused to get my attention and shut the kids up. "Did you have something to say?". I looked at him with a really face and said "Nope".

"Perhaps you call tell us what this picture represents?", he asked and pointed to one of the pictures. I squinted my eyes and looked at it, "Thats, that Kronos guy right? The one Eating his kids". Mr Brunner looked at me as if saying to continue, "And he did this because…?".

"Kronos was the King Titan" I wasn't going to confuse the difference between god and titan, pfft, i've done that many times before and I wasn't going to do it in front of my third favourite teacher. "And he had serious trust issues. I mean they were so bad that he ate his kids because of it. Like he literally swallowed them whole. But then one day his wife, Rhea hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And he actually fell for it and thought the rock was Zeus! Can you believe that? That guy must be blind to think his child was a rock. Then when Zeus grew up he tricked his dad into throwing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew" a few girls said behind me. Please. I've seen worse.

"-and so there was this huge, huge, huge war between the gods and Titans. And in the end only of two sides was left standing. And that side was the gods. They had won the battle that had went on for many years maybe even centuries. The End".

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit not so quietly mumbled to a friend, "Like were going to actually use this stuff in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids, ".

"Like you'll ever get to the stage to even get a job" I smirked at Nancy and she glared, while Mrs. Dodds gave me the 'evil eye'.

"And why, Miss Jackson, to rephrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?" Mr Brunner said. "Busted" Grover and I mutter and High-Fived each other. "Shut up" Nancy hissed her face bright red that could rival her own hair. Mr. Brunner was the only one teacher who caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

"That we should fight our evil fathers until we win. Then chop him up like onions and fry him till all the bones and meat is burnt, so that even the best chef in the world could fix the dish. Then feed him to dogs." I paused and then shrugged, "I don't know?".

"I see" Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well half credit to Miss Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?".

The class drifted off outside, the girls holding their stomach and the guys pushing each other around trying to get outside first. Idiots.

Grover and I were tagging along behind when Mr Brunner called me back. Sighing I told Grover to keep going and turned around to face him. I raised my eyebrow indicating for him to continue. "You must learn the answer to my question" Mr Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?" I asked. "About real life, and how your studies apply to it", he said. "O-kay?" I said not understanding what he was trying to say. "What you learn from me is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Pearl Jackson."

You have got to be kidding me. Is this guy serious? He expected me to be not only as good as everybody else but better than them, even though I am. But not in learning this school stuff. Is he dumb or does he not know that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder. I mean i've never made above a C in anything to do with school work, in my life. Even in kindergarten I was the stupid one. I'm better at other things! Why can't he just see that not everyone is perfect.

I turned around ignoring him and went outside to eat my lunch. The class had gathered on the front steps of the museum where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Above us, a huge storm was brewing, you know those ones with the really black clouds?Yeah those. They had gathered around over the city. We've have had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes, you know the usual weird weather. I wouldn't even be surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in. It all started around last christmas.

Though nobody else seemed to notice as some of the guys were pelting pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, which I could do better, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing. She must be blind.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from others, maybe just maybe people wouldn't know we were from that school full of losers who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked. I snorted "Nope, why would I get detention from one of my favourite teaches? I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean i'm not a genius. I was built for adventure and making Nancy's life miserable! Not sitting in class all day and getting A pluses". Grover kept quite for a while, and when I thought he was going to cheer me on or make some deep comment to make me feel like I was too cool for school he said "Can I have your apple?".

I mentally face palmed and give him the apple. As I watched the stream of cabs go down Fifth Avenue I thought about my mom. I thought about how she would make it alive back at home without me there with her and had the feeling to just jump in a taxi, leave these suckers and head home.

But I had to restrain myself, even though I knew she'd be happy to see me she'd be disappointed to and send back to this hell hole. Going on about how I had to try harder, even though she knew this was my tenth school in six years. I wouldn't even be surprised if I got kicked out again. I had to do it for her, she was the only one that I couldn't and wouldn't disappoint just because of some stupid school.

Mr. Brunner came out of the museum and parked his wheelchair. He pulled out a novel and began to read while eating celery. There was a red umbrella that stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorised cafe table.

I was about to take a bite out of my sandwich when Little Miss Nancy appeared in front of me with her ugly friends. Guess she given up on trying to steal from tourist. Her freckles were orange as if somebody had spray painted her face with liquid Cheetos. "Hey Cheetos face! What do I owe the pleasure of you appearance" I smirked. She growled at me and my smirk widened, yup just thought of that nickname right now.

She recovered quickly and smirked. "Oops" she said and dumped her half eaten lunch on Grovers Lap. I was so mad at her that my mind went blank. And then a wave roared in my ears.

The next thing I knew was Nancy sitting on her butt in the fountain screaming "Pearl pushed me!". I looked at her and blinked. Did she just trip into the fountain or what? I looked at her with wide eye's before laughing my ass off. "Ahahahaa. Oh Lord! That is the most funniest thing I have seen today" I fell over on the floor laughing while some kids gave me weird looks.

Mrs Dodds appeared before us. "What happened?" she asked. Some of the kids where whispering things like:

"Did you see that?".

"The water".

"It like grabbed her".

"And pulled her back in the water".

I had no idea what they were talking about but it was too late to find out. Mrs Dodds turned to me, after helping Nancy of course, and pointed her crooked finger at me "Now, honey". There was this triumphant look in her eyes, as if she'd been waiting for me to mess up this whole semester. Couldn't do anything better could she?

"Come with me" she said and I got up and followed behind, with a few snickers along the way. Yup this is so going into my year book. "Wait!" Grover yelped, I turned towards him with a questionable look. "It was my fault, I did it. I pushed her" Grover said. I looked at him, stunned. Grover was absolutely scared of Mrs. Dodds and here he was covering for me. I grin made it's way to my face.

"You will stay here" Mrs. Dodds glared and turned around. I give Grover a thumbs up, "thanks, man! Don't worry i've got this all under control" I turned around and followed Mrs. Dodds into the gallery. But before I went I saw Nancy smirk, I looked at her then gave her my deluxe I-will-make-you-suffer-later glare.

I followed her into the museum and saw her look at the gift shop. Okay, maybe she had forgotten I am completely broke, how am I supposed to pay for Nancy's new shirt? Even if she did make me go in there, there was no way in hell that I would buy her a new shirt. That just crosses the line, way too far.

But apparently that wasn't the plan. She kept on walking and I followed her deeper into the museum, until we finally made it into the Greek and Roman section. The only ones there was us. Weird….

She finally stopped walking and crossed her arms. And started growling? Call me crazy but I know the difference between growling and a weird noise. This was definitely growling.

"You've been giving us problems honey" she said. I said the first thing that come to my mind, "Huh?". She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?" The look in her eyes was beyond evil or mad. It was evil-mad. A mixture of both. Oh the horror!

"Look I don't know whats going on in you crazy big head but I haven't done anything to deserve the weird look your giving me Miss Dodds. You know what I'm going to go back outside and you can stay here and calm down. Does that sound like a good idea or what?" I raised my eyebrow up at her.

"We are not fools, Pearl Jackson" Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

"And what have I done to deserve this threat from you Ms Dodds?" I said dramatically and then rolled my eyes. It's either she's on drugs or she must've found the stash of overly expensive candy I'd been selling. Or maybe they'd realised I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without even giving the book a second glance and now they were going to make me fail. I gasped. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"Yup your totally crazy" I turned around to leave but apparently that was the wrong idea. She hissed behind me and when I turned around she was this ugly thing that had bat wings, claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs. Ewww. Ever learn to brush you teeth?

Mr Brunner came in with a pen in his hand. And i'm like are you serious? A pen? This woman, no, ugly creature, is about to kill me and you bring a pen? What is this pen war I?

"What ho, Pearl" he tossed the pen in the air and I caught it, but as soon as it made contact with my hand it turned into a sword. It was Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds had a murderous look in her eyes. I smirk up at her and held the sword confidently in my hand "Come at me MDMTGTEEOD. I knew you were a monster".

"Die, Honey!" she yelled and lunged at me using her wings to come at me faster. My bangs shadowed my face and I held the sword with two hands. I counted down how long it would take for her to near me:

3…

2..

1.

I did not only thing reasonable for this situation. I swung the sword.

As soon as the blade her shoulder and passed through her as if i'd slice up some butter. She hissed and turned into a pile of gold dust.

The room was silent and still. I was alone. With the evil murderous eyes of Mrs. Dodds still sending chills down my spine. The sword had transformed back into pen as if it were never a sword. And Mr Brunner was no where in sight.

Sighing to myself I walked out of the museum and stood outside. I twirled the pen in my hand and studied it. Mrs. Dodds. Bat like wings, unbrushed yellow fangs, long as claws that need to be trimmed off-I mean she can hurt someone with those! Ugly monster. I thought for a moment.

Nahhh. Must've been my overly powered imagination. I shrugged and walked down the stairs. Grover was sitting down by the fountain and Nancy was still soaked. When she saw me, she smirked said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who?" I asked. "Our teacher. Duh" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I blinked. And then blinked again. Since when did we have a teacher named Mrs Kerr. "Has the water effected your brain or something?" I asked. She just glared at me and walked off.

"Hey Grover guess what Mrs Dodds-".

"Who?" he cut me off and then paused as if he had said something wrong, he wouldn't look at me. "Oh! I get it. Your just joking. Haha you can't full me Grover" I laughed, "anyways, this is serious" I stopped laughing and looked at him with a serious face. "I don't know what your talking about Pearl", he answered.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to Mr. Brunner, who was sitting in his wheelchair, a red umbrella hovering over him, and was currently reading a book. "Hey Mr. Brunner-"

"Ah, that would be my pen, Miss Jackson, please try to bring your own stationary in the future" he cut me off. I handed him the pen because I didn't know what else to do. "Hey Mr Brunner, where did Mrs. Dodds go?" I asked. He looked up at me blankly "Who?".

"Uh, Mrs Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher" I said. He frowned at me and looked at me with a concerned look. "Pearl, there has never been a teacher Mrs. Dodds ever at Yancy Academy. Are you, alright?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm fine" I managed make a smile appear on my face.

A/N: Thank you For Reading. Please comment about your opinion on the story is. The End