This is my first fan fiction, so please, comment and tell me if this story is any good. There may be a few slight changes, but everything will mostly follow the original plotline.

CHAPTER ONE

I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-algebra Teacher

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series. Everything belongs to Rick Riordan. Only Genevieve, or Jenny, Jackson, is mine.

When you hear about a hero, mainly a Greek one, you never really hear a woman's name. Most of the time, when you hear a someone bragging about their favorite hero, it's a male. Heracles, Jason, Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus, all male. How many women heroes can you name? Atalanta, Otrera, and that's pretty much the only ones I can think of off the top of my head.

However, when the chance presented itself, I took it. I jumped at the chance that I, a female, would become a great hero.

My name is Jenny Jackson, and this, this is my story.

I'm a twelve-year-old girl in sixth grade, who has dyslexia and ADHD, and somehow, I have an average B and C grade. I am actually quite surprised, because since I have several disorders, and it makes it incredibly frustrating to concentrate in class and do well. Now let's get on with my story.

I could literally start at any point in my life because my life is filled with very tragic things since the day I was born, but I guess everything started to make sense when my best friend, Grover Underwood, and I went on a field trip to the nearby museum of Greek and Roman art. To the troubled kids from Yancy Academy, this was a special treat, especially to the blockhead named Nancy Bobfit.

You may be wondering, why are you on a bus for troubled kids? Well, to tell you the truth, I am sort of troubled. Okay, I'm a really bad kid.

If you don't believe me, then here are several examples. In fifth grade, our class took a field trip to the Saratoga Battlefield museum. I hadn't been aiming for the school bus, but when the yellow bus exploded and found one of the cannons smoking, they immediately expelled me. And the year before that, our class took an unplanned swim when I accidentally hit the wrong lever with my elbow, and the catwalk we were observing on suddenly gave way and my entire class plunged into a pool filled with sharks in the Marine world shark pool while exploring the behind-the-scenes tour with somebody who worked there. I really like sharks, I think they're quite beautiful, but my class didn't exactly agree with me. I guessed from all the screaming and panicking. And the time before that... well, you get the idea. Anyways, I was determined to be good this trip. I mentally promised myself that I wasn't going to have another accident. Not again. But boy was I wrong.

We were on the bus, and Nancy was teasing and bullying poor Grover, and my math teacher, Mrs. Dodds, didn't even bat an eye, ignoring the fact that the red-headed girl as she threw parts of her peanut butter and ketchup sandwich into my best friend's lap.

Mrs. Dodds was probably the meanest teacher, no, person, in the world. She was a short, wrinkly woman who definitely looked mean enough to drive a motorcycle to your locker. She had transferred here when our last teacher had a nervous breakdown. On her first day here, she had figured that I was the devil's kid while Nancy was an angel's child. I still couldn't figure out why anybody would want to marry her. Her name was Mrs. Dodds after all.

"That's it." I started to get up but Grover pushed me back down into my seat.

"Leave it." He whispered. "You're just going to get in more trouble."

"Yeah," I muttered. "Leave my best friend in the claws of a monster."

I knew he was right, of course. I mean, the counselor took me inside his office just before this trip, and, flipping through my record, warned me to not do anything that could either mess up the reputation of this school, or make this field trip a mistake during my stay at the museum, or else I would be suspended. I do admit I don't exactly have the best of luck when it comes to field trips. I know why my teachers were so nervous. I really wanted to have a clean record this trip, but Nancy was making this extremely difficult for me. Instead, I only let out a groan of frustration before slumping down in my seat. Grover tried to reassure me that it was alright.

"It's fine," he said, trying to sound upbeat for my sake. "I like peanut butter anyways."

"I-" I began when my favorite teacher, Mr. Brunner, who taught history, shouted, "This is our stop!"

When I look back to this time of history now, I wondered why I didn't just punch Nancy in the nose and deliver her a black eye and bloody nose, because I would've at least stayed inside the school bus, where I would've been safe from all of the thins that was going to crash down into my ife.

Mr. Brunner didn't look like much, yet he was the only teacher in the school who didn't put me to sleep. He was our Latin teacher, always wore a tweed jacket, and smelled like coffee. On tournament days, he would challenge us with everything we ever learned in his class, and it was pretty cool.

The two of us stepped off the bus without saying a word. I was too busy paying attention to the glare Mrs. Dodds was sending me to notice the nervous look Grover kept sending me. Once, I told Grover that I didn't think she was human.

He looked dead serious as he replied, "You're right."

I told him it was a joke.

Mrs. Dodds was staring at me when Mr. Brunner was explaining the artifact we were supposed to be looking at. The carving looked really interesting, and I was trying to listen to it, but Nancy and her group of goons were snickering and whispering behind me. Finally, when one of the kids made a joke about the naked guy on the stele, I snapped.

Turning around, I said, "Will you shut up?"

It came out louder than I needed it to. The entire class quieted down. Mr. Brunner stopped his lesson.

Quietly, my Lain teacher said, Do you have anything to say, Ms. Jackson?"

My face was about as red a face, or a tomato can get.

I said, "No, sir."

"Can you tell us what this statue is depicting, then?"

I looked at the artifact and felt a wave of relief because I actually recognized it.

"It's Kronos eating his kids, right? So there was this prophecy that said Kronos would be overthrown by his kids. So the king of the gods-"

"God?" Mr. Brunner echoed.

"Titan. But he ate all his kids, except for Zeus. Zeus overthrew his father with the help of his siblings by freeing them by making Kronos barf up all his kids."

"Eww!" Some of the girls gagged.

"Like we're going to need this in real life," Nancy mumbled beside me. "Like our job applications are going to say, 'Why did Kronos eat his kids?'"

"And," Mr. Brunner said. "To answer Ms. Bobfit's question, why would we need this in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut it," Nancy said, her face brighter than her hair.

I thought about it, racking my brains for the answer, but in the ends, I shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"Very well." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Yes, Kronos ate all his kids, and Zeus fed his father a mixture of wine and mustard, which was so disgusting that Kronos threw his children back up, and the six siblings destroyed their father, chopped them up, and threw the pieces into Tartarus. On that happy note, why don't we go and eat lunch? Mrs. Dodds, lead the way."

I was about to follow when Mr. Brunner called, "Ms. Jackson?"

I looked at Grover. "Go on, I'll catch up."

He nodded before following the rest of the class. I turned to Mr. Brunner.

"Yeah?"

"You must learn to answer my question." Mr. Brunner stared at me with the seemingly thousand-year-old eyes.

"About the Titans?" I asked although I knew the answer to that.

"No. About real life. And how my teaching applies to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me is extremely important. I will only expect and accept the best from you, Jenny Jackson."

I started to get angry. This guy was pushing me so hard. He seemed to forget about the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder, or the fact that I had never made above a B in my entire life. No, he expected me to be better, not as good as everybody else, but much, much better. I just didn't have the ability to learn everything that he taught us, much less spell them correctly. Latin was one of the hardest subjects for me, for all the names were almost the exact same.

"I'll try harder, sir," I mumbled.

He nodded, telling me to go outside to eat my lunch, staring at the statue of the girl in front of us with sad eyes, as if he had been to her funeral a thousand years ago.

Grover and I sat at the edge of the fountain, eating our lunch. I wasn't paying attention to their conversation as I gazed out across the slightly rippling water. There were a couple of teenage boys were was whispering to each other, and a group of giggling girls. An old couple was wandering around on the streets, looking around. Cars and buses drove around on the streets. I looked wistfully at the taxis that were driving passed us, wishing that I could hail one and go back home. I would be so happy to my mother, and so would she, but then she would get disappointed in me and tell me that I had to go back to school.

Nancy was trying to pickpocket an old woman who was currently just sitting on some chairs near us, the elder's eyes closed as Nancy tried to fit her fat hand inside the lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds had just turned around with such timing, not noticing the fact that Nancy was technically breaking the law because pickpocketing was part of stealing. Right? I pulled out my apple and stared glumly at it as if it had caused all the problems in the world. Grover looked at me in sympathy.

When he finally opened his mouth, I thought he was going to ask me what was wrong, but instead, he asked, "If you're not going to eat it, can I have your apple?"

I wasn't feeling all that hungry, so I gave it to him. Slowly, I reached into my bag and withdrew a sandwich, and was about to take a large bit from it when all hell broke loose. Nancy came striding next to us, and accidentally dropped the rest of her sandwich onto poor Grover's lap. I guess she got tired of stealing, not that she was successful anyways.

"Oops." She smirked.

I remembered what the counselor had said. "Count to ten, control your breathing and harness your temper."

But I couldn't. My vision turned red, my ears roared, and the next thing I knew, Nancy was screaming her head off, sitting inside the fountain, drenched in water. Mrs. Dodds seemed to materialize right next to her, soothing the hysterical red-head and promising to buy her a new t-shirt from the gift shop.

All around me, I could hear whispers over Nancy's cries of, "Jenny pushed me!"

"The water-"

"It grabbed her-"

"Did you see-"

Then Mrs. Dodds turned to me.

"Jenny Jackson!" She said triumphantly like she had been waiting for this moment the whole school year. "Come with me."

"Mrs. Dodds," Grover suddenly spoke up. "It wasn't Jenny. I was the one who pushed her."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Dodds smiled cruelly. "Ms. Jackson shall receive punishment for what she has done."

'But-"

"Silence!" Mrs. Dodds snarled. "Come with me, Ms. Jackson."

She glared at him so hard that his chin started to tumble under her furious gaze. Grover looked desperately between Mr. Brunner, Mrs. Dodd, and I as if hoping that he would see what was going on. But Mr. Brunner was still reading his magazine, oblivious to the rest of the world. I smiled reassuringly at Grover.

"I'm a big girl." I joked. "I can take care of myself."

He nodded worriedly. I followed Mrs. Dodds up the staircase, but not before I gave Nancy my I'll-kill-you-later deluxe glare.

Ok. I thought. She's going to make me buy Nancy a new t-shirt at the gift shop. But that wasn't what she was thinking. She led me back into the Greek and Roman gallery. It was completely empty except for the two of us. I sighed. This was where my math teacher was going to yell at me, tell me my punishment, and then make me buy a whole new t-shirt. Boy I was wrong.

"You've caused us a lot of problems this year, honey." She emphasized the word.

I didn't have a clue to what she was talking about, so I just said, "Yes Ma'am."

"Did you think that you were going to get away with it?" She grinned darkly at me.

"Uh, no, ma'am.," I said, trying to do the safe thing

The look in Mrs. Dodds eyes was making me nervous. It wasn't just madness. It was the gleam of evilness. I shook it off. She's a teacher. I reasoned to myself nervously. " She won't hurt me.

"Do you know what you have to do?" She growled., tugging on the cuffs of her favorite leather jacket.

And I mean literally growled. A rumbling sound was resonating from deep inside the back of her throat. I was getting more and more scared with each passing second.

"Yes, ma'am. Erasing notebooks for a week, maybe a month." I squeaked, terrified now.

"Fool!" She roared. "Did you think that we were fools, Jenny Jackson? Your time is up. Confess and you will suffer less pain."

"Uh-"

All I could think of was the illegal food I had been selling out of my dorm to make some extra money or the fact that I never read any of the books that my English teacher had assigned us. I copied every single word off the internet. Or worse, they were going to force me to read every book I had plagiarized.

"Your time is up!" She shrieked. "Die, honey!"

Then the weirdest thing happened. She began to change. Her skin wrinkled like an old person's, she shriveled into a hag, and her jacket morphed into wings. Her nails grew until she was an old, wrinkly hag with claws, teeth, and wings. I did the most reasonable thing ever. I let out a scream as I backed away, trying to escape the old hag. The ugly old thing let out a sinister laughed.

Then it got weirder.

Mr. Brunner came wheeling out, holding a pen.

"What ho, Jenny!" He shouted, tossing it to me.

I dodged the monster's blows and snatched the pen out of the air except for the fact it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword, made of bronze. When the monster came lunging at me again, I did the most sensible thing I could think of. I swung the sword. It caught the thing that used to be Mrs. Dodds on the shoulder and the monster let out a sort of strangled scream as a loud hiss filled the room. She exploded, changing into sand before my eyes, falling gently onto the floor. The wind eventually picked up the dust and carried it away. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes forcefully before opening them again. I was alone. There was a ballpoint pen in my hands. Everything was just a dream. Was my lunch contaminated by magic mushrooms?

I slowly made my way to the stairs, descending them to meet the rest of my class who were laughing and shoving each other, generally having a good time. Grover seemed to be playing with his fingers, looking nervous.

When I passed Nancy, she muttered, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who?" I asked, confused.

"Our teacher. Duh."

"There is no Mrs. Kerr."

She scoffed before turning to her friends, muttering what a douche I was. I rolled my eyes. I walked over to Grover.

"Hey man, where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He hesitated a second before saying, "Who?"

"Not funny," I said as thunder boomed.

"Whatever."

I rolled my eyes again before walking over to Mr. Brunner.

"Ah, Jenny. That would be my pen. Please bring your own next time."

"Sir, where's Mrs. Dodds?" I said as I handed him it.

"Jenny," he said, leaning forward, frowning. "There is no Mrs. Dodds. In fact, I don't think there ever was a Mrs. Dodds in Yancy. Are you feeling alright?"

I never thought back to remember that I hadn't eaten my lunch that day.

So that's my first chapter. The last sentence was supposed to go with the line, " Was my lunch contaminated by magic mushrooms?" Please RR and tell me if this story is any good or not.

~UsernamesAreHardToChoose~