I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher
Look, I didn't want to be a half blood.
If you're reading this because you thin k you might be one, my advise is: close this book right now. Believe what ever lie your mom and 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- if you recognize any familiar blue objects- stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, its 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 out 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 or 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. There was a glass box in the corner of the classroom with a single metal contraption laying on a small stand, he didn't let us touch it he never even mentioned it, but every time he looked at it he got a dark expression on his face. Sometimes I could see the tip shine a blue light, but I also never mentioned it.
Either way I hoped this 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 scene tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the cat walk and our class took an unplanned swim. Ant the time before that…Well, you get the idea.
This trip I was determined to be good.
All the way up to 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 chunk 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 not 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 was enchilada day in the cafeteria.
Nancy threw wads of sandwich at Grover, knowing I couldn't do anything about cause I was on probation.
I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
"Grover tried o calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."
Nancy threw another piece.
"That's it." I said starting to get up, but Grover pulled me back down.
"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know you'll get blamed if anything happens."
I glared down at my lap and turned to lookout the dirty school bus window. Brownstone building, shops and people walking dogs passed by quickly. Strangely enough, there was also a blue police box sitting out of place in a shabby alley way.
Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.
He rode around on his wheelchair, taking us to look at a stone column with a big sphinx on the top. He told us how it was a grave marker, unfortunately everyone was talking so I couldn't really hear. Every time I told them to be quite, the small fierce looking teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit, and she hated me. Once she even made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight. I had told Grover that I didn't think she was human, and he looked at me all serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."
As Mr. Brunner talked about Greek funeral art, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele. I had had enough. I turned around and said, "will you shut up."
I said it loudly and the whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"
Embarrassed. I said, " no, sir."
He pointed at the stele.
"Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids right?
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…"
He continued quizzing me on the acts of the titan Kronos. As the class dismissed itself I stood there while Mr. Brunner told me that he expected the best from me. Then he sent me out to eat.
I sat with Grover, Mr. Brunner sat on the wheelchair at he handicapped ramp, reading a book. As we sat about to eat Nancy Bobofit came and dumped her lunch on Grover's lap.
"Oops."
She grinned.
I tried to stay cool. But I was too mad, so mad that my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.
Then the next thing I knew she was in the fountain, soaking wet, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
She made sure Nancy was okay and then she turned on me.
"Now, honey-"
"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."
She glared. "Come with me."
Grover yelped " Wait, it was me. I pushed her!"
She glared at him so hard his chin started to tremble.
"It's okay, man," I told him. "thanks for trying."
"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at m. "Now."
I turned to give Nancy my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare, and when I turned back, Mrs. Dodds wasn't there anymore. She was at the museum entrance, at the top of the steps.
How'd she get there so fast?
Doctor who(third person P.O.V)
The doctor stood by the Tardis console, pressing buttons and pulling lever, something that really only he knew how to do correctly on the Tardis. Confusion showed on his face as he knit his eyebrows together.
"Why would the Tardis bring me here?" He said, as he walked out of the Tardis and checked his surroundings.
"To Modern day Manhattan."
"Ooh," Rose jumped up and down, clapping her small hands together, " we are here already, Doctor, lets go have a look."
He smiled at her and nodded. His icy blue eyes shined as he saw how exited Rose was.
"Fantastic."
They walked around, with Rose' hand in his and his other hand tucked into his black leather jacket.
They had left the Tardis in an old alley way, were it wouldn't be too noticeable.
A pesky gray dove flew through the air and skimmed atop the Doctor short black hair.
Rose laughed at hi annoyed looking face and dragged him along.
Finally, after a tiring two hour walk through Manhattan, the Doctor and Rose sat down on the stone steps of a beautiful cream colored building. A very big building.
"What is this place?" Rose asked, holding her hand above her eyes, she turned towards the building, making sure the un wouldn't get in her eyes.
"I believe this is the MET."
Rose nodded.
"And that stands for?"
He got up, off the steps and held his hand out to pull her up.
"The Metropolitan Museum of Art."
"Ah, alright," she said. "Shall we head in?"
He smiled.
Then he got a banana out of his jacket, pealed it and took a bite.
"Do you want some?"
She shook her head.
"Alright, then, lets go in."
Percy's P.O.V
I went after Mrs. Dodds. Glancing back at Grover, I saw him cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted him to notice what was going on.
Mr. Brunner didn't notice.
I followed Mrs. Dodds farther into the museum, catching up to her in the Greek and Roman part of the museum.
The gallery was empty.
She was making a weird noise in her throat as she stared at a big marble frieze of the Greek gods.
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."
Did you really think you would get away with it?"
She looked murderous. Evil.
"I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am."
There was thunder.
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess and you'll suffer less pain."
I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Well?" She demanded.
"Ma'am, I don't…"
"Your time is up," she hissed.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coal. her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings.
She wasn't human.
Then things got stranger.
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 hands.
"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword- Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.
Mrs. Dodds spun towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.
I almost dropped the sword.
She snarled, "Die, honey!"
And she flew straight at me.
But as I was about to slice the sword through the air a beam of light flashed through the air and straight at Mrs. Dodds.
She hissed and as she began to disintegrate she wailed "Dooooctoooo-"
I scrambled back from the falling yellow powder, pulling the sword along with me.
I turned to see were the strange blast had come from.
Standing in doorway of the gallery was not Mr. Brunner, but a tall leather clad man with a strange nose and big ears, and a petite blond woman in a hoodie.
He saluted me militarily.
"You welcome," he said in a British accent.
The blond girl smirked and also saluted.
Then they both ran off before I could say anything.
I was still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something. I went back outside.
It had stared to rain.
Grover was sitting by the fountain.
Nancy Bobofit saw me and said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."
"Who!"
She rolled her eyes, "Our teacher, duh."
I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.
"Who?"
"Not funny man," I told him. "This is serious."
Thunder boomed again.
I went over to Mr. Brunner, who was sitting at the handicapped ramp like before.
"He looked up, "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."
I handed him the pen.
"Sir, where's Mrs. Dodds?"
Blankly he said, "Who?"
"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."
"Percy there is no Mrs. Dodds on this field trip," he said looking mildly concerned.
Had I imagined all this?
I turned around to leave. Then I turned back.
"Sir, have you seen a man with a leather jacket and black hair?"
He shook his head.
"Or a small blond woman, around here, today?"
He leaned forward. "Percy are you alright?"
I sighed an ran a hand through my hair.
"No, no I'm not."
He was about to say something, but I couldn't take it anymore, it was to confusing, I ran off towards Grover.
Had I imagined everything?
That thing in the leather jacket man looked suspiciously like the metal device Mr. Brunner had in his class room.
What is going on with me?
Doctor who(third person P.O.V)
The Doctor and Rose stood in the doorway of the Tardis, which was on the rooftop of the museum.
The doctor not taking his eyes off the black haired boy, Percy Jackson, crossed his arms and leant on the door of the Tardis.
Rose turned to him.
"Doctor…."
"That boy, he's special."
