Hi, my name is Duke Martin. I am one of the coolest guys in my school Goode High. I know your probably thinking "oh that's Percy's school!" Yeah it is, but its 50 years before Percy came there. This is the year 1949. But anyway let's get on with my story. I don't have a dad because he abandoned us when I was born. I'm 13 and my mom and I just moved to New York from Ridgecrest, California. Big change in my life and my mom just says "move on." It's dumb that l lost all of my friends. But I guess I can't complain since I am the most popular kid in school thanks to my friend Veronica.
She always helped me out no matter how stupid things were. We both love Greek history that our teacher Mr. Brunner has a whole class on history (mostly Greek history). And she always keeps her lucky coin with her. "I can't believe that this school year is almost over." I say to Veronica. "Yeah I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet. Duke, do you think that-." "Percy Jackson I need to speak to you in my classroom." Lady Bellup our math teacher says to me in her vicious voice. Bellup was known for being the scariest teacher alive; it's a story too long to tell.
"Okay Ms. Bellup." I follow her into the classroom. "Percy do you know why you're here right now." She says calmly like she's trying to hold back screaming at me. "No Mam I do not." "Well your grades are stupendously bad this week." She growls sneaking behind me. I continue to follow her with my eyes though. 'I'm tired of you Duke and I'm going to do something about it!"
She turns into this giant monster with wings as I scream running in circles away from her. Brunner and Veronica walk in and I yell "HEEEELPPP!" running through the classroom. Veronica flips her coin into the air and it turns into a sword. She slices the monster in half and I started to feel so sick that I throw up then pass out.
