Percy
I wish I was home. Anything would be better than sitting on this bus, getting made fun of because of my ADHD and dyslexia. I told my mom moving to a different school wouldn't do much to help with the bullying, but she insisted it would. This is my third school in two years, and the bullying just got worse with every new school. The only bright side is my best friend, Gover Underwood, somehow has managed to be at every school I move to. So, there's a very small light at the end of the tunnel.
"Here, eat this Prissy." I have to hold back my anger as the school bully, Nancy Bobofit, dumps her lunch into my lap. I stand up to confront her, but Grover puts a hand on my shoulder, preventing me from doing so.
"Don't do it Percy, your already on probation. Another fight, and your expelled." He says. I sigh and start cleaning the food. At least it wasn't anything actually messy this time. Last time, she dumped her cup-o-noodles on me, along with a open bottle of spirit. This time, it was only a grilled cheese sandwich with grapes and apples. Still, that doesn't mean I like being picked on, because I don't. It's something I've always battled in the past, and it looks like something I will battle my whole miserable life.
"Just once Grover, I want something to go right in my life. You know what I mean?" I shouldn't be saying stuff like that to him, he does have it worse. He was born disabled, his legs not working right or something. It hurts him to walk with-out his crutches. Though that doesn't stop him from running to the front of the line during enchilada Mondays.
"Yeah, I do. But things will be getting better sooner than you think. Trust me." Hard to believe that someone who is crippled can have such a positive aspect of life. Than again, that's Grover for you. Always looking for a positive, the hippie.
"I hope your right G-man. I hope your right." He smiles and looks out the window. The museum is coming up in the distance. Everyone else is complaining, but I am actually excited. We're going to a Ancient Greek museum, and it's honestly my favorite subject. Mr. Bruner, the teacher for that subject, came up with a bunch of creative ways to teach the subject. His most famous to date is his Greek field day, when he came in full Greek armor, with a sword that looked like it was made out of real bronze. Of course, we all knew it was fiber carbon. Weapons are not allowed on school property, even if it's for a Ancient Greek field day.
Finally, the bus rolls to a stop just outside the museum's entrance. Everyone gets in their group of two, except for me. I asked Mr. Bruner if I could work by myself a week before, mostly because I enjoy working by myself when it's ancient Greek. Grover was paired with Mr. Bruner anyway. For what reason, I have no idea. But as long as I work by myself, I don't care.
"Now, here we have the big three of the Gods; Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. They represented the air, water, and death. They came to power by dethroning their father, Kronos." I'm captivated by what he's saying, but Nancy is making it hard for me to hear him. And all she is talking about is what to buy for the upcoming school dance, which is in four months. It's when she bumps into me while describing what she wants to wear that I got mad at her. I turn around and face her.
"Will you just shut up." I say, a little more loudly than normal. Even Mr. Bruner stops talking and looks at me.
"Mr. Jackson, anything you would like to comment on how and why the Big Three dethroned their father?" Oh shoot, why did I call attention to myself? Do I even know how and why they did it?
"We're wait Percy." Do I remember the legend? I hope I do.
"Um, they killed him with his own sword, or sickle rather. And why was because Zeus was destined to free his brothers, who were inside his stomach." Many people said eww, but once again, it was Nancy who opens her big mouth.
"If your so smart, then tell us WHY he ate them." Others laugh, but Mr. Bruner took her joke seriously.
"Excellent question Nancy. Can you tell us why Kronos ate the other Gods?" Now I wish I had stayed home. If I want to be questioned on my I.Q, I would have played poker with my idiotic, lazy, no good step father. But no turning back now.
"I think it was because Kronos didn't want his sons or daughters to do what he did to his father, which was killing Uranus and taking his throne." Mr. Bruner nods, liking my answer. I continue on.
"So every time his wife bore him a son or daughter, he would swallow them alive. Being immortal, the children grew up in his stomach." He nods again, before asking one more question.
"And how did Zeus free his siblings?" Oh boy, this one I always, and I do mean always, forget. I know it was a mixture of something, but I can't remember what.
"I'm sorry, that one I can't remember." Others snicker, but he just nods one more time.
"Since your the only one who answered Percy, you receive ninety-five percent extra credit. It was a mixture of honey and mustard." Everyone groans as they realized they miss the opportunity to get extra credit. That's when another chaperon, Mrs. Dodds comes up, looking mad.
"Percy Jackson, we need to talk." I look at her, confused. I didn't do anything wrong, at least I think.
"Did I do something wrong?" I ask. Big mistake.
"I said we need to talk, NOW!" She barks out the last word. I hang my head, and follow her to another part of the museum.
"So, what did I do?" I ask, before turning to look behind me, finding she's not there. Looking around, I find her on top of an old stature of I believe is Athena. Which is weird, considering not even two seconds before, she was behind me.
"How did you..." I never finished, as she spoke in a deep, almost demotic voice.
"WHERE IS THE LIGHTNING BOLT BOY?"
By far on of the longest chapters I wrote. Sorry for not updating as often, work tends to do that. I will update when I can. Read and review. Peace out.
