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"Ooh, I want to read this chapter!"Aphrodite called.

"THREE OLD LADIES KNIT THE SOCKS OF DEATH" She began.

"These chapter titles are really funny." Apollo commented.

"Yeah, but there is absolutely NOTHING funny about these ladies" Percy said gravely.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. She was pretty sure she new who these ladies were, and she wasn't to excited about reading about them.

I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly.

This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip—had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.

"That must have sucked" Hermes stated.

Percy nodded, "It was, I thought I was going insane!"

Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.

"You are a pyscho though" Thalia said.

"Gee thanks." Percy grumbled.

It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed.

Almost.

But Grover couldn't fool me.

"Of course Grover couldn't fool you" Annabeth said shaking her head fondly, "He can't lie to save his life!"

When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, and then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.

Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.

I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.

The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

Zeus and Poseidon looked down guiltily. Although they were too prideful to admit it, they knew the actions they took were rash and immature. They should have handled the situation more responsibly.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs.

Athena resisted the urge to comment.

I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.

"Haha, that means 'old drunkard'. Well done Percy!" Hermes laughed.

Percy blushed, but he still felt slightly proud of his 12 year old self. Anyways, deserved it.

The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine.

I was homesick.

"Aww Percy." All the girls smiled.

"What a wimp."Ares commented, receiving glares from Percy, Poseidon, and all the girls in the room.

I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

Percy and Poseidon stiffened at the mention of Gabe. Annabeth put a comforting hand on Percy's shoulder, which he truly appreciated.

And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods outside my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend,

even if he was a little strange.

Laughter of agreement filled the room at this comment.

I worried how he'd survive next year without me.

"And all this time he was my protector" Percy said in amazement.

I'd miss Latin class, too—Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for.

Annabeth sighed, "Well, at least you studied for something seaweed brain."

Percy smiled sheepishly at her.

I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon,

or Polydictes and Polydeuces.

"How do you not know the difference!" Athena shouted in exasperation.

"I'm dyslexic! I know the difference, I just can't tell which word is which when it's written down!" Percy shouted back in defense.

A light blush or embarrassment decorated Athena's cheeks, "Oh right."

And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.

I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.

I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.

Percy looked down, he had become all too familiar to that look.

I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.

I'd never asked a teacher for help before.

Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.

"Aww Percy, that's so sweet." Annabeth cooed giving her boyfriend a hug.

At least he has some respect for teachers Athena thought.

I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said,

"... worried about Percy, sir."

I froze.

"This won't be good." Nico muttered.

"Grover isn't doing a very good job of hiding this is he?" Thalia commented, "And how awkward is that? Hearing your friend talk about you with your teacher?"

"Oh it's very awkward." Percy confirmed, "I had never felt so confused before."

I'm not usually an eavesdropper,

"Sure your not." Annabeth muttered.

but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.

"I'd listen no matter who it was, if someone's talking about you, you don't just walk away." Hermes stated.

I inched closer.

"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too—"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."

"But he may not have time. The summer solstice dead line— "

What is this deadline for? Thalia and Nico wondered.

"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."

"Sir, he saw her... ."

"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."

"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

Thalia and Annabeth looked down, sad expressions adorning their faces.

"Your a hero, grover." Annabeth said out loud.

"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall—"

The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.

"Yeah, that would be kind of shocking to hear." Thalia said.

"You think?" Percy replied sarcastically.

Mr. Brunner went silent.

My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.

A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.

It was an archer's bow Percy thought to himself shaking his head.

I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.

A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside my door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, and then moved on.

A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.

Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."

"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."

"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."

"Don't remind me."

"I kinda feel bad for Grover, having to take exams over and over again." Nico stated.

"Yeah, and he should be getting straight As since he taken the classes so many times, but for some reason that is not the cace." Annabeth said.

The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.

I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.

Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.

Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.

"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"

I didn't answer.

"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"

"Just... tired."

"Nice save." Apollo commented.

I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.

I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.

But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back. They thought I was in some kind of danger.

"That's a nice thought to go to bed with." Thalia said sarcastically.

The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam,

my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.

For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.

"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."

His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me.

"He should have been more clear." Percy whined, "I felt horrible."

Annabeth nodded, "Yeah, but it's not like he could tell you what you were then, you were't ready."

"I'm not sure I was ready when I did find out." Percy remembered.

Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.

"This chick is really weird." Apollo commented.

I mumbled, "Okay, sir."

"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

My eyes stung.

Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.

"Aww Percy, it's ok." Hestia said, "That's not what Chiron meant, and he's really proud of you now."

"I know, but it still hurt then. I felt like I failed him." Percy replied sadly.

The other demigods gave Percy a sad smile, knowing that it must be horrible to feel like you've let Chiron down.

"Right," I said, trembling.

"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be—"

"Oh dear, he's not helping at all." Thalia said while face palming.

"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me."

"Oh Percy" Annabeth sighed.

"Percy—"

But I was already gone.

On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.

The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.

"I wouldn't say I was a nobody" Poseidon exclaimed.

A blush decorated Percy's cheeks, "Sorry, I didn't know back then".

They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.

What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.

"Now instead you get to about monsters." Thalia said.

"Yeah, I'm not sure if that's better." Percy replied.

"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."

They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.

The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.

During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen.

"He did, and he wasn't good at hiding it." Annabeth said.

"I guess he was a better actor and liar when he came to our school" Nico informed, "We didn't suspect a thing."

Before, I'd always assumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.

I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"

"Ha, you went straight for the gold didn't you Percy." Apollo stated.

"You probably gave him a heart attack just then." Thalia said laughing.

Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha—what do you mean?"

I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.

Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"

He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers …"

"Grover—"

"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."

"He should just stop now." Thalia said groaning.

"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."

"You really are" Percy said rolling his eyes.

His ears turned pink.

From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.

The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes, but I finally made out something like:

Grover Underwood

Keeper

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

(800) 009-0009

"What's Half—"

"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."

"Nice save" Nico whistled.

My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.

"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."

"I wouldn't call it a mansion." Annabeth said smiling.

"It's better" Percy said.

He nodded. "Or...or if you need me."

"Why would I need you?"

"Percy!" Annabeth scolded.

"I know! I'm really sorry, but considering what happened with Mrs. Dodds, and Chiron and Grover talking about me, I was so upset and confused that I couldn't hold it in!" Percy grumbled.

"I get get it, I'm sorry" Annabeth replied giving Percy a small hug.

It came out harsher than I meant it blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I—I kind of have to protect you."

I stared at him.

All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year without me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.

"When you put it that way, it does sound pretty messed up" Nico commented.

"Your telling me" Percy said in exasperation.

"Grover," I said, "What exactly are you protecting me from?"

There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs.

The driver cursed and steered the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.

After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.

Something bad is going to happen now, isn't it Poseidon thought to himself.

We were on a stretch of country road—no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.

The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of blood red cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.

I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks. The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.

"Oh god, the fates" Annabeth said quietly.

Percy put an arm around his girlfriend and pulled her closer, "It's ok" He assured her.

All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.

The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.

Thalia and Nico sat up, worried. They don't know what the fates were coming to Percy for.

I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.

"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man—"

"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"

"That was not the time Percy" Annabeth sighed.

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."

The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors—gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.

"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."

"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."

"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.

Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic.

"Percy! Who's lifeline was that?" Nico asked, worried.

Percy put a hand on Nico's shoulder, "It wasn't mine." That was the only answer he would give.

Nico and Thalia sat wondering who's lifeline was cut.

Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for—Sasquatch or Godzilla.

At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.

The passengers cheered.

"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"

Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.

Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.

"Grover?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you not telling me?"

Percy answered his own question, "So many things."

He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"

"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"

They are worse Percy thought.

His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."

"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."

He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost—older.

He said, "You saw her snip the cord."

"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.

"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."

"What last time?"

"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."

Thalia looked down sadly. The other demigods and Zeus sent her sorry looks. Hades looked down feeling slightly guilty.

"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"

"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."

This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.

Oops Percy thought.

"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.

No answer.

"Grover—that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"

He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.

"What a lovely way to end a chapter!" Aphrodite said said sarcastically.

"It's probably going to keep on getting worse." Annabeth muttered bitterly, as she recalled what Percy would later get involved in.

"It's ok Annabeth" Percy assured her,"We are all here together right now, let's make the best of it."

"Your right" Annabeth said smiling.

"Alright guys, who's reading the next chapter?" Aphrodite asked.

Yay! The 2nd chapter done! I don't usually update everyday, I just had a LOT of free time today since school was cancelled because of the hurricane(woohoo). So comment if you like it, dislike, have ideas for it or what ever. Ask questions, post some thing random or something. All comments are welcome!

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