Chapter 1
I go to the Museum of Science and Death.
Field trips suck. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking "Oh Carter field trips are awesome. But trust me they suck. They suck worse if you just so happen to be a half-blood.
I'm Carter Lane and this is the story of how my life went straight to Hades, starting with the death of my history teacher.
A couple months ago I went on a field trip to The Georgia Museum of Science and History. It was a celebration for the 8th grade class all making above a C on our Georgia Milestones Test. Which was a big deal, seeing as it was a school for juvenile delinquents like me.
The trip started off pretty nice, we got to see some really cool science displays. and my favorite teacher Mr. Millbury was the head chaperone, which always meant we were in for a good time. He was this this middle aged guy that walked with a limp and always wore a turban that always smelled like peaches, which made sense because he almost always was munching on one.
Anyway, everyone was being as hateful as usual, but me and Mr. Millbury were enjoying the museum, we basically kept talking about how cool everything was and how much it sucked that he wouldn't be there to teach me ninth grade history. I even told him how I thought the biggest bully in class wasn't human.
He looked at me very seriously and said, "You don't know how right you are"
Speaking of which, said bully picked this time to be a grade A jerk wad and snatched the book I borrowed from Millbury and threw it into the fountain. Which Mr. Millbury didn't take kindly to at all.
"Mr. Hoppes, please explain to me, why just why. You had to take the book I loaned Carter hear and throw it in the fountain like it was a frisbee? And please Mr. Hoppes tell my why you picked today, of all days to destroy my property?"
He just shrugged and said, "I wanted to, dunno why just felt like it might be a bomb." He called Millbury a terrorist almost twenty times a day. "I'm sorry it won't happen again please don't bomb my… oof"
By this time I had enough and hit him as hard as I could in the gut. "Mr. Millbury is not a terrorist you piece of white trash!" I went to hit him again, but he caught my hand.
"Damn half-blood I was going to let you live, but now I think I'm going to eat you and your pet goat" as he said this he seemed to grow taller until he stood about eight feet tall with a wicked sharp bronze knife to my throat.
I would like to say I was brave and just kicked him in the face and stabbed him with his own knife, but no. I nearly passed out I was so scared. It was Millbury who acted without missing a beat he kicked him in the face with what looked suspiciously like a hoof. And told me to run just before he was gutted like a fish.
Here was where I got brave, I ran at him like a madman shouting at the top of my lungs before I grabbed his arm and bent it so hard it broke and he dropped the knife. He swatted me into the fountain, but not before I grabbed the knife. I stood up shakily and said something really smart like, "Come kill me before I die of boredom"
He charged at me and raised his fist. I waited one Mississippi, two Mississippi, and right at the last second and dodged under his swing and stabbed right under his armpit, and he exploded into this yellow dust that smelled really, really bad. I coughed a few times and looked at my class for the first time and they all looked terrified like I hadn't just saved their lives.
I heard sirens in the distance and decided to take my teacher's advice and run, knife still in hand away from that place and away from my classmates who just witnessed me killing someone.