Hi Guys! I Just wanted to say I am soooooo sorry for taking so long to update its just that school has kept me soooooo busy. I promise to update more often. Oh, I also want to know what you guys want me to do! I got some Questions asking if I did any Outsiders fanfiction, The answer is yes or at least if you guys want me to. I have a chapter of outsiders fanfiction just sitting on google docs right now and if you guys want me to post it I will. And Finally I wanna say that if you guys have any ideas for fanfiction PLEASE tell me I love to hear your ideas!

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I accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher Hestia read. At this all gods were puzzled.

How can you accidentally vaporize someone? Was the thought that passed through all their minds

Look I didn't want to be a half-blood. Again all the gods were perplexed

Shouldn't they want to be our kids? They all thought

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 dads told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. At this Zeus turned to Athena. She answered his unasked question.

"This might work if your godly parent isn't very powerful" she said.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. Its scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways." All the gods looked down remembering all their children that had died painful deaths.

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.

"Why would a mortal have this?" Hades asked

"From what little information I have collected it seems as though this may also appear to mortals as fiction." Athena stated with a look on her face that told everyone in the room that she was deep in thought.

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.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson. Poseidon tensed up in realization that it was his 1 month old son. This action did not go unnoticed by Athena. She eyed him curiously. She brushed it off for now but she wanted to check out what happened later.

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? Hermes looked up.

Yeah. You could say that. Hermes cracked up.

"Even *Laughter* He *Laughter* Thinks he *Laughter* is troubled" He said in between laughs.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started getting 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. Athena was started to get interested.

"That sounds like fun." she said with a glint in her eye

"No it sounds like torture" said Poseidon

I know-it sounds like torture.

All the gods laughed and Poseidon started looking uncomfortable.

Most Yankee field trips are.

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

"Does that remind you of anyone?" Poseidon asked. All the gods smiled at the fond memories of the centaur.

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. Athena looked offended at this statement.

Sleeping in class! She thought infuriated.

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

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.

Hermes was rolling on the floor laughing and Apollo was struggling to stay on his throne.

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.

All the gods were cracking up except Athena and Hera and even they were having to fight off smiles.

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

"No I wanna hear more!" Hermes whined.

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

"Eeewwwwww" Aphrodite said scrunching up her face in disgust.

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. 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.

"Satyrs" Zeus said in disgust.

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.

"He's going to blow his cover that way" Hermes said. Obviously upset at the bad lying.

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

"WHAT?!" Poseidon roared. At the same time a small ship in the Caribbean was taken down by a large wave. His reaction peaked Athena's interest

Now I have to find out what's going on she thought to herself.

"Let me read" Hestia said impatiently having already read the next line.

by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"Oh" Poseidon said sheepishly while nervously fiddling his thumbs in his lap.

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

"Do it" Ares said leaning forward in anticipation for a fight.

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.

"Boo" Ares said wanting a fight.

"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.

Ares huffed knowing there would not be a fight.

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.

"Longer" Athena said absentmindedly. She was trying to figure out why Poseidon was having such strong reactions to him.

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,

"At least he's trying to listen" Athena mumbled her approval but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodd's, would give me the evil eye. Mrs. Dodd's 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.

Hades sat up staring at the book intently because he just figured out who 'Mrs. Dodds' was.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodd's 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.

This did it for Persephone she finally connected the dots and looked at Hades for affirmation. He only gave her a nod confirming that it was Alecto they were reading about.

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."

This caught the gods attention making everyone, excluding Hades and Persephone, think she was some kind of monster.

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. 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.

He won't know it was the thought of most of the gods minds but Poseidon had hope that he knew it.

"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.

"He's not as dumb as I thought" Hephaestus said making his opinion clear for the first time since they started reading.

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

All the gods who were there groaned at the memory.

"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?!" Zeus screamed shooting a plane out of the sky killing 3 people and injuring 10.

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," I corrected myself.

"Good" Zeus mumbled

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

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

"'Eeeeewwwww' is right" Demeter said looking off into space with an unpleasant look upon her face.

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

"He just put one of the longest and hardest battles in history in one sentence" Athena said unsure of how to feel about this.

Some snickers from the group. 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?"

"Busted." Dionysus muttered.

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"How about we take a break?" Heats said, interrupting herself. "I looks like there's still a lot left in the chapter and it's getting later so Apollo needs to drive the sun…." She trailed off leaving the idea in the air.

"Alright we'll continue reading in a half an hour. Until then you may go do what you please.

I'm soooooooooooooo sorry it took me so long to update and I'm even more sorry that I had to cut the chapter short, I hate it when authors do that but it was taking too long to finish the full chapter and I wanted to give you guys something. I should be finished with the rest of this chapter either by tonight or tomorrow morning.

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