Ch 1 Me and my sister accidently vaporize my pre-algebra teacher

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Percy's POV

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages if you feel something stirring inside stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know-it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind- the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her, " I mumbled.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter. "

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it. " I started to get up, but hand stopped me. I looked at the person and see that it's my 14 year old sister Ida.

Her real name is Elpida but she tell everyone to call her Ida and she isn't really my real sister by blood. My mom and her mom have known each other as long as I can remember so we practically grew up with each other, so when her mom disappeared when she was 8 there was no question that she would come and live with us. Her waist long black hair was pulled up in a ponytail making her porcelain pale skin and golden eyes stand out even more, add her wonderful personality to it then you can understand that she is very popular at school.

Anyway she just shook her head and pulled me down to my seat again.

"You're already on probation, " Grover reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens. "

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into, but then again I knew this was going to happened sooner or later.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It still blew my mind that this stuff had survived for over three thousand years.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because I find Greek mythology/history interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"

It came out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughed but all of them went silence under my sisters glare. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us us what this picture represents?" I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I recognized it thanks to mom's and Ida's stories of Greek mythology. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes, " Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ... "

I racked my brain trying to remember what Ida used to tell me when I was younger. "Kronos was the king Titan, and he had received a prophesy that one of his children would overthrow him so he ate them all except for Zeus who his wife Rhea hidden and gave him a rock to eat instead. And later when Zeus grew up, he tricked his father, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.

"-which led to the great war between the Gods and Titans " I continued, "and the gods won. "

I saw my sister give me thumbs up and smile towards me and I smiled back."

Some snickers came from the group behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids. '"

"And why, Mr. Jackson, " Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted, " Grover muttered.

"Shut up, " Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and decided to act oblivious. "I don't know, sir. "

"I see. " Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. 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, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doo-fuses.

Grover, Ida and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Miss. Smith, Mr. Jackson. "

I knew that was coming.

I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go- intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

"You must learn the answer to my question, " Mr. Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it. "

"Oh. "

"What you learn from me, " he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you two, Percy Jackson and Ida Smith. "

I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman per-son who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C- in my life. No-he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

Ida put a calming hand on my shoulder and I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He told us to go outside and eat our lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. It was making me a little suspicious, because the weather all across New York State had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain and Ida sat leaning against my legs, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school-the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah, " I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean-I'm not a genius. "

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends-I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists-and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops. " She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray- painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

"Percy.." I heard my sister's warning tone and I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper. " But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"

"-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-"

First I didn't know what they were talking about but then it clicked, I used my powers. My sister told me the truth about my heritage a couple of years back after we had been attacked by a hellhound on our way back from school. So after that, Ida started to train me in order to learn how to protect myself from other attacks. She taught me how to use a sword and helped me train so I got faster and stronger, she also taught me how to identify defeat different types of monster.

Anyway I knew I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc. , etc. , Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey-"

"I know, " I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks. "

I knew that saying that would piss her of.

"Come with me, " Mrs. Dodds said. I felt Ida turn stiff by my side and grab my hand.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her. "

Both Ida and I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood, " she said.

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here. "

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man, " I told him. "Thanks for trying. "

"Honey, " Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now. "

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure.

I went after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover and Ida. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel. Ida on the other hand was following us with anyone noticing.

I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

I started to get a bad feeling but ignored it, I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us three, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey, " she said.

I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am. " I quickly looked over to Ida with my eyes and saw that she was worried.

Mrs. Dodds 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 mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me. Unless…

I said, "I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am. "

Thunder shook the building.

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

I didn't know what she was talking about so I got on my guard up.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't... "

"Your time is up, " she hissed.

Then it started too happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. My knees started to shake when it hit me what she was. A Fury.

Ida's POV

I was quietly following Percy and Miss. Dodds in the shadows, ready to jump out and protect him if that monster would try and harm him. You see I know all about the monsters and demi-gods because I'm one too, my mother told me a year before she disappeared and she also told me that Percy was one too. I started to train to defend myself and Percy and after we got attacked by a hellhound I decided it was time I started to train him too.

I hid behind a pillar and listened to their conversation, both Percy and I figured out that Miss. Dodds was a monster but what kind? We didn't know. So I was a bit worried for Percy sake, he looked over at me with his eyes and I move my hand to my bracelet. My mother gave me it to me same day she told me the truth and it could turn into a bronze scythe, she told me that it was a gift for my father so I could protect myself and everyone I care about.

When Miss. Dodds started to say that Percy had given "them" problem, I started to get suspicions. I kept watching until she started to turn and I froze for a moment.

"A Fury. A fricking Fury is here! But the only way it could be here is under order from-"

My eyes widened in realization.

"Hades…"

I got out of the shock and ripped of my bracelet and it turned into a 6 feet long scythe with a 3 foot long bronze blade at the top. I got ready to attack when Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at Percy and I sprang into action, l blocked her talons with the flat side of my blade and pushed her back.

"Percy grab the pen!" I shouted and he and quickly snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, when it hit his hand, it turned into a sword-Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.

I grabbed the scythe in both my hands and prepared to distract her so Percy could attack.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

And she flew straight at me.

I braced myself and blocked her attack again and Percy got to her side and swung the sword.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching us.

We were alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in Percy's hand.

Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but us.

I walked over to Percy who stood frozen and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Perce…" he looked up at me and I could see in his eyes that the mist tried to affect him, I snapped my fingers in front of his face and dispelled the affect from him. He then smiled at me.

"Thanks sis" he said, I smiled back and we started to walk.

"No problem short stuff" I ruffled his hair and he pouted.

"I'm not short!" I couldn't resist to chuckle at his expression.

We went back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw Percy, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt. "

Percy rolled his eyes, I could tell he remember my lessons about the mist and it's affects so we kept walking, ignoring her angry shouts.

We waved at Grover and walked over to Mr. Brunner who was sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.

Thunder boomed overhead.

We went over to him.

He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson. "

He handed Mr. Brunner his pen. And thanking him, acting like the mist was affecting him.

Percy jogged back to Grover who looked ready to pass out, but I stayed behind, Mr. Brunner raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

"Something you wanted Miss. Smith?" he asked, I smiled innocently and leaned forward so I could whisper in his ear.

"I know the truth centaur-" he tensed at the mention of his true nature.

"And so does Percy" I continued, I moved back and looked at him with a blank face and I could tell he was shocked.

"In other words we need to talk" I said with a serious voice.

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