I don't own PJO books or the movie . This story is all just a guess of what's gonna happen in the movie. So, not all of them are true.
My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm sixteen years old. Until a few months ago, I was a student in Yancy Academy High School.
I stepped into the kitchen of my little apartment and saw my mom staring outside the window.
"Hey mom. I thought that this school was supposed to make things better," I muttered to my mom while pouring lemonade into a glass.
"Someday it'll all make sense," Mom replied.
"Maybe, maybe not," I murmured and went to my room. It's messy. Really messy. My books were scattered on the floor. My clothes are messed up on the table. I'm stressed. I put my lemonade on my table and stepped into the balcony of my apartment. I stared into the streets without a single feeling. This certainly won't calm me down. But I needed some fresh air to release my tension. But the fresh air still didn't calm me down.
Gabe Ugliano is my stepfather. He was nice for the first thirty second me and my mom met him. Then he showed his true colors as a world class I was a kid, I used to call him Smelly Gabe. He reeked like moldy garlic pizza with onions wrapped in gym socks. Between both of us, we were making my mom's life pretty miserable.
*
I was holding my breath. For how long? I don't know. All I could feel was the coldness of the water touching my skin. But I'm not sure if I'm wet or not. All I could think of was no school, no Gabe, just me and my mom at the beach. That's the thing that popped in my mind. I felt calm and relaxed. I can't think of anything else right now. For I realize, I was at the surface of the water already.
"And he's alive,HAHA!" Grover announced and clapped his hand as I swam to shore.
"How long was I in the pool?" I asked him.
"Seven minutes." Grover replied as I wiped myself with a towel.
"Seven minutes?" I said.
Grover is my best friend. He's the only friend I have in Yancy High. He uses crutches to walk because he had some leg muscular disease. Because of that, he has a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life.
"That's crazy, man. How did you do it?" Grover praised me.
"I don't know. I just like being in water. It's the only place where I can think." I tried to keep the answer simple to hide the fact that I was also shocked about what I can do.
Grover's face tensed. He blinked a few times and announced:"C'mon. Let's get to Maths class. It's almost sixth period. Ms. Dodds might kill us if were late."
*
Ms. Dodds is this Maths teacher from Georgia. She's fifty years old. That explains her pruney, wrinkly face. She was strict. And speaking of the fury, here she comes. She entered the class and dumped her books on the table. There was a silence for a while.
"We are going to have a fieldtrip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at Greek and Roman stuffs. I will be your teacher there but Mr. Brunner will guide this fieldtrip," Ms. Dodds announced.
Most Yancy fieldtrips are torture but Mr. Brunner was guiding this fieldtrip. So I had hopes.
"Percy Jackson, we need to talk," Ms. Dodds said. I stood up my chair and followed her. We walked for two minutes and finally, I managed to speak: "Ms. Dodds, where are we going?" I asked her but she didn't responded. She kept walking and opened the door to the unfinished construction site of the school with the sign ' NOT ENTER THE UNFINISHED CONSTRUCTION IN PROGRESS'
"But Ms. Dodds, we aren't suppose to enter the unfinished construction site-" she cut me off by pushing me into the construction site.
I shook off the daze and looked around. The surroundings are dusty. There were buckets of paints and cement covered walls. I looked around to search where Ms. Dodds is
"Uh...Ms. Dodds...," I said but didn't complete my sentence becuase the weirdest thing happened.
Ms. Dodds is on a painting post. Transforming into something. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals.
"You can't decieve me!" She growled in a raspy, loud voice. Then she growled again and showed her...fangs. Fangs!
"Whoa!" was all I could manage to say.
Her fingers stretched into talons. Then, she began to jump from the 12 feet painting post and she transformed completely. She started to grow wings and her skin melted and transformed into black scales. She wasn't human. Obviously. She was a shrivelled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs and she was about to slice me to ribbons.
She lunged at me and I dodge instinctivly. She started screeching and flew around the area. I could see her black scales shining across the room. Her eyes were set on me and then, she lunged at me once more. My feet are like paralyzed. I can't move. So, she caught me by the shoulder and take me on a ride for a few seconds and then she threw me across the room. My head hit the cement covered wall with a thud. I shook of the daze in my head. Ms. Dodds is flapping her wings in front of me, waiting for me to stand up.
"As I told you, you can't decieve me!" Ms. Dodds warned me.
My vision starts going blurry. But I could hear Ms. Dodds laughing hysterically.
Everything happened so fast.
Suddenly, I saw a figure with the shape of a horse appearing beside Ms. Dodds. The horse figureshot an arrow at Ms. Dodds. It hit her hard at the chest. Ms. Dodds starts screaming and moaning in agony and then, she exploded into dust. The floor was covered with dust. So as my Levi's jeans.
Everything went silent for a while.
I shook of the daze. Was I dreaming? About Ms. Dodds? The horse figure? The dust? I realized that I was alone in the construction site. There was no horse figure. No Ms. Dodds. Nothing.
I bet that I'll have nightmares about Ms. Dodds tonight.
*
Mr. Brunner rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding the whole class through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black and orange pottery.
He gathered at a hallway with three statues on either sides.
"There are twelve Olympian gods. The Big Three are the brothers Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. The children of these gods are half-human, half-god called demigods," Mr. Brunner explained, "Many became great heroes,"
Grover took a picture of the Zeus statue using his iPhone.
Meanwhile, I brought out my iPod touch from my pocket to keep me from boringness during the fieldtrip. And also to distract my ADHD.
"Percy, you have something in common," Mr. Brunner said. Then, Grover stared at me with a serious face.
"What?!" I said to him.
"Tell me what this picture presents," Mr. Brunner demanded.
"That's Kronos eating his kids right?" I answered.
"Yes, but why did he do that?" Mr. Brunner asked unstisfiedly.
"Because...um...Kronos is the king Titan and he didn't trust his kids who were the gods. So he ate his kids but his wife hid baby Zeus and fed Kronos a rock instead. And when Zeus grew up, he tricked Kronos into barfing his brothers and sisters and there was abig fight between the gods and the Titans and the gods won," I have to rack my brain to get that answer.
"Well, half credit Mr. Jackson. Zeus indeed gave Kronos a mixture of wine and mustard to disgorge his siblings who, are immortal gods that has been living and growing up completely undigested in Kronos's stomach. The gods defeated their father and sliced him up using Kronos's scythe and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the deepest, darkest part of the Underworld. Now, it's time for lunch. Ms. Kerrs, can you please lead the group back outside," Mr. Brunner said.
Mrs. Kerrs? Who is she? I thought Ms. Dodds was our teacher in the fieldtrip.
I joined the rest of the group and asked Grover: "Who's Ms. Kerrs?"
"Our teacher. Duh," Grover responded.
"But I thought Ms. Dodds was our teacher?"
"Mr Underwood, come here" Mr. Brunner called before he could answer my question.
Grover walked to him slowly using the crutches. I didn't hear what they were talking about because I was already out of the gallery, having lunch. Ms. Kerrs handed me a peanut butter sandwich and a chocolate malt drink.
Ms. Kerrs is a blonde, tall person. She's young and kind and nice. Unlike Ms. Dodds.
It's been half an hour. Grover haven't shown up yet. Weird. What was he talking about with Mr. Brunner that could take half an hour to discuss about it?
Because of my ADHD, I have to go and see what they're talking about. I can't take it anymore.
I went to the gallery and hide behind a statue. I could see that Grover and Mr. Brunner is still there. I decided to eavesdrop about their conversation.
"...nothing. My nerves Haven't been right since the winter solstice," Mr. Brunner spoke.
"Mine neither. But I can't fail my duties again, sir," Grover said in aworried voice.
"Now, let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next autumn,"
That send a jolt of shock in me.
"But, sir...I felt something," Grover said.
"They've found him" Mr. Brunner confessed to Grover in a low voice.
"Who found me?" I said to Mr. Brunner.