All I have to say is WHOA! Ever since I posted the first chapter, my email account has been getting tons of emails saying blah blah reviewed, listed this story on their favorite story list, subscribed to an story or an auther alert. You guys made me so happy. Anyways for the people that review said the right answer for who Nathan Hale was in real life so good job. If you didn't know here is who he is (I'm going add a little more than what most people said): Nathan Hale was a spy for the Continatal Army durning the Revolutionary War. The British ended up finding out he was spying on them and giving their secrets away. Before he was excuted, he said "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country." So without further ado, I present you chapter 2!

Disclaimer- I only own the OCs I made

Chapter 2

Talia

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief," I read aloud.

"Is that the chapter name or something?" Shay asked.

"No its the title. Percy Jackson is the main camper in this story," Sami said.

"How do you know?" Ray asked.

"I could tell from the title," Sami said making him looked dumb which is pretty easy to do.

"I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher," I read," Now that's the chapter title Shay." He stuck his tongue out at me. Good comeback Shay.

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.

"Great advice. We are already half-bloods and we can't change it," Dylan said," Is he dumb or something?"

"Just listen to the story," Sami said.

Believe what ever 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.

"Already knew that," Ray said earning a slap to the back of the head from Ella.

"Don't be a smart alec," she said.

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-

'Don't worry we will,' I thought.

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.

"Called it," Sami said.

"Yea you did," Dylan said.

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.

"So he lives in New York," Nathan said causing Sami to nod sadly. Why does she look so sad hearing/reading this story? I mean, she didn't personally know the guy. This took place a long time ago. (A/N: Irony alert!)

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 few teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"Sounds like torture," Cayden said causing me to roll my eyes.

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

"See! Even Percy agrees with me!" he yelled.

"That's just creepy," Ella said.

"Agreed," Sami said.

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 bread and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.

"Sounds like Chiron," Shay said.

"Probably is," Jaycee said.

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.

"Surprise, surprise," Sami whispered to herself," You always fell asleep in class."

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

"Of course you were," Sami said.

See bad things happen to me on field trips.

"And probably in real life too," I said.

Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I has 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 and unplanned swim. And the time before that...Well, you get the idea. This trip, I was determined to be good.

Both Ray and Nathan snorted at that and Sami smiled and shook her head in disbelief. I smiled as soon as Sami did. It was good to see her smile and be happy and not sad. Luckily she stayed like that for a while and didn't became sad right away.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomanic girl, hitting my best friend Grover

'If I knew that,' Sami thought,' I would have killed her as soon as I became a teenage girl again. Nobody hurts my best friend who brought me to camp.'

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.

"Thats not nice to say about your best friend," Ella said.

"He probably doesn't know that," Dylan said.

He must've been held back several grades because he was the only six grader with ance 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.

Some of laughed our head off at that. Mean I know. Why? Um we are just freaks like that. Sami's smile grew even bigger at that.

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-

"I hate in-school suspension. I had it like six times already," Dylan said.

"The last one could have been avoided if you didn't hack the principal's computer to expande all our breaks and add way more field trips," I said.

"I could have seen you getting a bigger punishment," Ray grumbled.

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 Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"Oh come Grover! At least let him punch her!" Cayden yelled. I was about to yell at him but I really wanted Percy to punch the lights out of that girl.

"You're already on probation," he 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.

"He should of," Ella said. I gasped. She rarly agreed to violence. "What?"

"You never agree to violence," I said.

"People can change."

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 blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

Sami started laughing her head off at that causing us to. We were like that for a while.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone colunm 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 has to say, because it was kind of 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.

Sami froze at that. I wonder why?

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 you locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

Hearing that, Sami paled.

"Sami are you okay?" I asked. Hearing my voice, she seemed to be brought backed into the real world.

"Yea," she said," I'm fine. Continue please."

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spwan. 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.

"She sounds creppy," Ray said.

"She probably is," Jaycee said.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight,-

"Harsh," Shay said.

"Not like they time Chiron made us clean the stables for a month," Dlyan said.

"Agreed."

I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said,"You're absolutely right."

"Creppy. Again," Ray said.

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?"

All the guys cheered for Percy while all us girls smiled.

It came out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

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

"Busted," Nathan said.

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 what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it.

"What a surprised," Sami said.

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied.

"Sounds like Chiron," Dylan said.

"Probably is," I said.

"And he did this because..."

"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and-"

"Titan, not god," Ella said.

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," I corrected myself. "And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife his baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sister-"

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

"Thats how I felt when I first heard that story," Shay said.

"Baby," I said.

"-and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued,"and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

"Idiots," Jaycee said.

"Hopefully they don't think he is a nerd," I said.

"I hope so too," Sami said.

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.'"

"We need it for real life,"Sami said," So you should shut your big fat mouth!"

"You know your talking to a book right?" Ray said.

"But it actually happened," she said.

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Mr. 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.

"Definitely Chiron," Dylan said.

"Sometimes I hate how good his hearing is," Ray said," He caught Sammy and I talking about burning down a cabin for kicks."

"And you did it anyways even after he told you not to," Ella said.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "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 Tartartus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

"I could never eat lunch after hearing that," Nathan said.

"None of us could," Sami said.

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like dofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson." I knew that was coming.

"Me to," I said.

"Of course you did," Cayden grumbled.

"Shut up," I said. He knew not to say anything back or do anything cause I have older friends, not part of our group of course, and older siblings that will hurt him if he hurts me (I was here longer than them so thats why I am my cabins counselor). But he is just to nice to do that anyways.

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

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go-

"Don't worry," Shay said," I got that look a lot when I messed up a spell."

"Good thing you don't mess up spells anymore," Nathan grumbled," I hated that time when you turned me into a raven."

"It was pretty funny," Jaycee said.

"It was not," he grumbled. I continued before a fight could break out.

intense brown eyes that could been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

We all started cracking up at that.

"Very observant," I said.

"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.

"When is it not?" Dylan said.

I expect you to treat it a such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

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

'On shit,' Sami thought,' Bad things happen when he is angry. Don't repeat of the Capture the Flag incident Percy.'

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 person had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshiped.

"Sounds hard," Shay said.

"Not really," I mumbled.

But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention defect disorder and I had never made above a C- in my life. No- he didn't expect me to as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

"You'll learn them eventually," Jaycee said.

I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girls funeral.

"He was," Ray said," I am sure of it."

"He was," Cayden said," He told me about it. And I really don't feel like telling the story since I forgot most of the details."

"Of course you did," I said. He opened his mouth to repley but thought better of it.

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.

"Well," Ray said," Somebody was mad."

I figured maybe it was global warming or something, 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.

"Somebody else is mad," Ray said.

"I wonder why," Jaycee said.

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.

"I hate teachers that do that," I said.

"You're not the only one," Ella mumbled.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't think 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

ner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean- I'm not a genius."

"True that," Sami whispered.

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?"

All the boys burst out laughing. Dylan was laughing so hard he had tears coming out of his eyes. "I love that dude," Dylan said.

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

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought of 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.

"Wow," Shay said," Six schools in six years. He's worse than 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.

Cue for more laughter from everyone. This guy is hilarious.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends-

"I can't believe she has friends!" Sami shouted.

"I can't believe it either," Ella said.

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.

"Now I won't be able to look at Cheetos the same way ever again," Cayden said.

"Me too," Jaycee mumbled," And I really loved that food."

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.

'Oh shit,' Sami thought,'Come on Percy. Don't do anything stupid. But knowing you, you will.'

A wave roared in my ears.

"A wave?" Dylan asked confused.

"Apparently," I said in disbelief.

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-"

"Wow," I exclaimed.

"I wonder," Ella said thinking hard.

"We won't know till later," Sami said quickly.

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that 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."

"Not the right thing to say dude!" Ray yelled," Take it from experience."

"He can't hear you Ray," I said.

"I know but still."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"See what I mean! He agreed with me!"

"He sure did," Ella said.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

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

I started 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."

"It's not okay. I can tell," Jaycee said.

"Me too," Nathan said.

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

Nancy Bobofit smirked. I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare.

"I bet she was scared," Sami said shaking her head.

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 pieve 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, me brain misinterpreting things.
I wasn't so sure.

"Me either," Cayden said.

I went after Mrs. Dodds. Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. 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.

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

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop. But apparently that wasn't the plan.

"If only it was," Ella said.

"But it's not," Shay said.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Expect for us, the gallery was empty.

"That's never good," Dylan said.

"You got that right," Sami said looking pale again.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greeek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.
Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird beening 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.

"Please stop saying honey. Its creppy," Ray said.

"I don't think she will bro," Dylan said.

"Worth a shot," he grumbled.

She 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.

"Fat chance of that happening," Sami said. We all nodded.

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

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."

"What the heck is she talking about?" Shay said.

"I have no idea," I said.

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think was that teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to atake away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

"Man," Nathan said pointing at Ray," He's worse than you."

"I can't believe it either," Ray said smiling like a lunatic.

"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 coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

"A fury! For his first monster?" Jaycee asked in disabelf.

"I guess so," I said.

"His dead meat," Dylan said earning a slap from everbody around him.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a mintue before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What will a pen do? It won't do much good," Ella said in disbelief.

"You'll see," Sami whispered to herself.

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.

"Thats so cool! I wish my dagger could do that," Dylan yelled.

"It is pretty cool," Jaycee said.

"Ditto," Shay said.

Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes. My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.

"Don't drop the sword dude!" Nathan exclaimed. "Cause then your dead meat."

"Just shut up and lets hear what is going to happen," I snarled.

She snarled,"Die, honey!" And she flew straight at me.

Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.

"Good job," Ray said," Maybe you killed her."

"Lets hope so," Cayden said.

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

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot,

"And strike three! She's out of here!" Shay said jumping out of his seat making an You're-Out motion. Whenever he has a chance, he will make a baseball reference.

"Shay sit down," I said laughing my head off. The others followed my example. He sat down blusing madly.

leaving nothing but the smell of sulfer and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

I was alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.

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

My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

"Magic mushrooms?" I said," Is he crazy or something?"

"Maybe," Sami said.

Had I imagined the whole thing? I went back outside.

It had started to rain.

"Zeus must have been mad that day," Dylan said," I wonder why."

"It might say later in the book," Nathan said.

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 ger ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who is that?" Nathan said.

"It must be the mist," I said.

I said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.

She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Definitely the mist," I said.

"I hate the mist," Cayden said. We all ended up nodded.

I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

He said,"Who?"

But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.

"He's a bad lair," Nathan said.

"Really bad lair," Dylan said.

"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious." Thunder boomed overhead.

I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.

I went over to him.

He looked up, a little distracted.

"I wonder why?" Shay said.

"Maybe it was just what happened a second before?" Sami said. I am pretty sure she was right.

"Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing untensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it. "Sir," I said," where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stared at me blankly, "Who?"

"At least he is a better liar," Cayden said.

"Yea he had exprinced lying to us," Ray said.

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat foward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Acadmey. Are you feeling all right?"

"And thats the end of the chapter," I said heading the book to Sami.

"Like do I start right now or do we take a quick break?" Sami asked.

"Lets start right now," Shay said.

"I figured that," she said sadly and opened the book to right page and started to read.

Did you like it? Review please. I tried to make Thaila be more happy. So anyways review pretty please! If you were wondering why I didn't upload sooner is because on Friday, I went to see Paronmoral Activty 3 with my 2 friends, and we had a sleepover. Than on Saturday, I hung out with them till like 3. I wrote most of it but I didn't finish all the writing. Yesterday I fininaly finish it and was editing it on here and I was almost done, when I accidently closed the window and I had to start all over again. I tried to upload it before I went trick or treating but I wasn't able to till now. That was a long excuse. Do you even read the auther notes? Tell me if you do. Don't know when I will update again but till than, BYE! Oh and Happy Halloween. You are never to old to Trick or Treat.

~sciencelover