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Jason cleared his throat and opened the book to the first chapter.

1. I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

"Well, I guess that's something you don't do every day," Piper deadpanned.

"But you have to admit that it is a pretty interesting chapter title," Jason reasoned, looking between the other three demigods for agreement. Leo just shrugged while Annabeth seemed to be staring intently at the wall. To surpass the awkward silence Jason continued reading.

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

As each of the demigods reflected on their past trauma they silently agreed with the statement.

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.

Jason raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You know, I reckon if you were the child of a minor god that would work," Jason contemplated looking to Annabeth for conformation. Annabeth scrunched her eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully.

Being a half-blood is dangerous.

Leo scoffed thinking about his quest with Jason and Piper and their even more dangerous quest to come.

It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

Subconsciously Annabeth pressed her fingers to the 8th clay bead on her leather necklace, as it was encrypted with the names of the demigods who died in the titan war. But despite this her mind kept wondering back to her dream of Percy.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think its 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.

Everyone assumed that 'they' were monsters.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Leo smirked and said, "You didn't warn me."

Piper just sighed in exasperation.

My name is Percy Jackson.

Leo had the sudden urge to say "No its Jason," but from the solemn looks on everyone's faces he knew it was certainly not the time.

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?

Annabeth snorted, which earned her a few odd looks from the others.

Yeah. You could say that.

This caused a small smile to creep up onto Annabeth's face and Piper eyed the blonde with suspicion.

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.

"Ooh," Jason winced. "That is not a good combination."

"Yeah, it sounds pretty bad," agreed Piper.

"Pretty bad? More like torture," chimed Leo.

I know-it sounds like torture.

Leo gave the others a pointed look to which Piper rolled her eyes.

Most Yancy field trips were.

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

Annabeth's brain was reeling. Brunner? Where have I heard that name?

Mr Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair.

Annabeth clicked her tongue as it dawned on her. "Of course", she thought. Chiron.

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 armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

Jason was starting to think that maybe Percy wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, then mentally reprimanded himself as he had never been to a school outside that of New Rome.

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

Leo blew air out of his nose in a soft sort of laugh causing quite a few stares from everyone.

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.

Jason voice cracked as he read the last line and began to laugh.

"Oh my gods, I love this kid," Leo laughed. Piper and Annabeth joined in, the mental image of an 11 year old firing a canon at a school bus was too much too handle.

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.

"That's even better," Leo exclaimed bursting into another fit of giggles.

Annabeth was smiling a full proper smile and shaking her head slightly at Percy's exploits.

And the time before that… Well, you get the idea.

Leo made a mental note to ask this guy about the excursions when they met.

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,

"Kleptomaniac?" Jason questioned.

"Someone who steals constantly," Piper answered before adding sheepishly, "It's what they thought I was after that BMW incident."

hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

"Peanut Butter and Ketchup?" Leo thought.

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.

"Oh, I am so showing Grover this description," Annabeth mumbled through her smile.

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.

Annabeth burst out laughing. Maybe she was a little sleep deprived or a little emotionally worked up from her current stress about Percy but at that moment nothing seemed funnier to her than Grover running through the cafeteria holding his crutches uselessly in his hands all to get an enchilada.

Piper, Jason and Leo all shared a concerned look as Annabeth wiped her eyes and clutched her stomach. When her laughter died down Jason decided to begin reading quickly to avoid the awkward situation.

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

"A WHAT now?" Piper exclaimed.

by in-school suspension

"Oh, don't worry guys."

if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"Well that sucks," Leo frowned.

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

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

"Surely not in your hair, buddy," Jason remarked.

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"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.

Despite the unusually hard laughter from Annabeth since the laughing fit she seemed far more relaxed into the story. Her grey eyes no longer depicted sadness and loss but rather nostalgia and happiness. Piper smiled slightly in noticing this.

In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

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.

"More," Jason, Piper and Annabeth chorused.

"Illuminati," Leo whispered to Piper who stifled a giggle.

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 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.

"Why would a teacher be mad at him for trying to listen?" Jason asked. No one answered.

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.

"Likely story," Annabeth muttered assuming that this was the fury that had attacked Percy.

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.

"Ooh I hate when teachers do that," Piper said scrunching her mouth in distaste.

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."

Annabeth snorted yet again.

Jason was starting to think that Mrs. Dodds might not be human and Piper began to think that Grover knew more than he let on.

'Maybe Grover's a demigod too?' Piper questioned, a prediction forming in her mind.

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.

"That's always the way," Leo sighed.

The whole group laughed. 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 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?"

"That story has always freaked me out," Piper said. "I mean I know they don't die but eating your kids? Talk about crappy parenting."

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

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

"God?" Jason asked.

"God?" Mr Brunner asked.

Jason blushed.

"Titan," I corrected myself. "And … he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead.

"Wait one second, how was your dad mistaken for a rock?" Leo laughed.

Jason thought about it for a second then answered with, "I have no idea?"

"So I guess you could say your dad is a bit of a hardhead?" Leo said trying to supress a grin.

"Aw, shut up."

And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

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

"Accurate," Piper muttered.

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

Some snickers from the group.

Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows. He's not wrong, why are they laughing?

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?"

"Totally busted," Jason said.

"Busted," Grover muttered.

Jason's blush deepened.

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

Everyone looked at Jason whose face was beginning to look incredibly similar to Nancy's.

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

'Or horse ears,' thought the slightly insane part of Annabeth's brain. Even though Annabeth knew fully well that Chiron was only a horse from the waist down. Yet she still smiled at her thought.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"Nice Jackson," Annabeth said as her smile grew.

"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 doofuses.

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

I knew that was coming.

"More Illuminati!" Leo half-whispered to Piper who was shaking her head and smiling.

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.

Annabeth gave herself a mental note to ask Chiron his actual age when they were done.

"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, Percy Jackson."

"That's pretty intense for high school Latin," Piper said raising an eyebrow.

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 armour and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped.

"Intense," Piper repeated.

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.

Leo knew the feeling.

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.

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.

"Could've been," Annabeth muttered to herself.

He told me to go outside and eat my 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. 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, and wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

"Well, someone seems pissed," Leo observed. "Know what's got your dad's toga in twist?"

"No idea," Jason said blatantly.

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.

'Of course,' Annabeth thought.

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 know we were from that school-the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

Piper and Leo gave empathetic looks, they knew that feeling.

"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?"

Annabeth gave a small laugh. Classic Grover.

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.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Piper cooed.

"He's the biggest Mama's boy," Annabeth chimed in. "Not that you can blame him, Sally is positively wonderful."

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.

'A motorised table?' Leo thought. 'A talking table would be better.'

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.

Jason gave a look of disgust to the book.

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

"Liquid Cheetos?" Piper questioned. "This kid sure is descriptive."

I tried to stay cool. The school counsellor 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.

'Not a good sign,' Jason thought.

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

"-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-"

"Wouldn't the Mist stop them from seeing that?" Piper asked.

"It'll probably alter their memories to make them believe she was just pushed, it just might take a while," Annabeth responded.

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."

"Ooh, rookie mistake," Leo chastised.

That wasn't the right thing to say.

'Obviously,' thought Leo.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

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

"Good luck convincing her," Jason muttered.

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.

Annabeth smiled sadly at Grover's efforts.

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

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

'That's it she's 110% a monster,' Piper concluded. 'Grover wouldn't be that worried otherwise.'

"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.

Annabeth remembered fondly a time when she had given Percy the same 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?

'Because she's not human,' Jason answered silently.

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 counsellor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

"I don't think so," Leo said.

I wasn't so sure.

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.

"Nice one Chiron," Annabeth murmured under her breath.

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

"That's not a good sign," Piper said worriedly.

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

"I seriously doubt it," Jason stated looking slightly paler than usual.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

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

'How ironic,' Annabeth thought.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

"Definitely not a good sign," Piper repeated drawing her hand close to her mouth.

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.

"She's 100% trying to kill him, isn't she?" Leo asked.

"Pretty much yeah," Annabeth replied.

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.

"Well that's a first," Annabeth said unaware of the building tension in the room due her three companions. Piper, Jason and Leo all seemed to be completely captivated in the story and felt genuine worry for Percy.

I said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

They all asked the silent question, "Get away with what?"

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.

"You're wrong there buddy," Jason said anxiously.

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."

"What is she talking about?" Piper asked Annabeth. Annabeth put a finger over her lips and smiled.

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think of was that the 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 take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

Even Leo was anticipating the fight too much to fully appreciate the comedy of Percy's perspective.

"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 shrivelled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

"What is she?" Jason asked, mostly to himself. It nagged on the back of his brain as if he should know what monster Percy was facing.

Annabeth answered, "You'll see."

Then things got even stranger.

'How?' Leo thought.

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.

'Who is Mr. Brunner, really?' Piper asked.

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

"What good is a pen going to do?" Jason exclaimed.

Annabeth was barely able to stifle her laughter.

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.

"It's similar Jason's coin then?" Leo inquired.

"Quite similar," Annabeth agreed.

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.

Jason wondered how Percy was ever going to get out of this, he'd had no training.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

'Honey, really?" Leo chastised.

And she flew straight at me.

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

"Naturally?!" Jason just about yelped. Even Piper and Leo looked surprised.

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

"And he took her down in one strike?!" Jason exclaimed. He had had years of sword practice before he fought his first real monster and that had taken a lot longer to kill than what this twelve year old had just done.

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 sulphur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

Piper felt a chill in her spine and shivered.

I was alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.

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

Piper's look was incredulous before her face lost all traces emotion as she asked, "The Mist?"

Annabeth nodded.

"That would suck," Leo stated.

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

Had I imagined the whole thing?

Jason knew exactly what he was going through.

I 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 me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Miss Kerr?" Leo said uncertainly.

I said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

"He's going to think he's going mental," Leo stated.

Annabeth nodded sadly, 'but it needed to be done.'

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.

I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Ooh this will be interesting," Annabeth said mischievously.

He said, "Who?"

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

"Nice one Grover," Leo said. Annabeth just shook her head, Grover could not lie.

"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.

'Chiron can lie though,' Annabeth thought.

I 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."

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?"

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

He frowned and sat forward, 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 Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

"And that's the end of the chapter," Jason said. "Who's reading next?"

"I will," Piper volunteered and took the book from Jason. "But first I have some questions. What is Grover? Is he a demigod? Also who is Mr. Brunner? And what did Percy just kill?" Piper said all of this without taking a breath.

Annabeth shuffled in her seat. "Apollo said no spoilers," she replied sheepishly.

Piper huffed but opened the book to Chapter 2 where she gave off a soft laugh at the chapter title.

Chapter 2. THREE OLD LADIES KNIT THE SOCKS OF DEATH


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Hey guys I hope you enjoy this chapter it was fun to make.

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