Chapter One: My Goose Gets Cooked
You know what? I never wanted to be a demigod. Nope, I wanted to be a normal kid. Is that so bad? Being a demigod isn't fun; it isn't a big laugh. It sucks. I can't go ANYWHERE without being attacked by a monster (including bathrooms. Yes, that has happened to me). The sword I own belonged to a demigod who served Kronos. Yep, I got Backbiter. It's a good sword. Except it's cursed.
"Yo! Nerdo! Why don't you come over here and we can calculate what you plus me equals?" K. C. Grimm yelled to me.
I gritted my teeth and turned to my friends Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson.
"If someone doesn't hold me back, K. C. is going to be dead on the floor," I said.
"That would be an improvement," Annabeth agreed.
"Then, I guess I'm holding both of you back," Percy said, grinning.
"I wouldn't mind," Annabeth said, leaning over to exchange saliva with Percy.
"Ugh. Stab me. I mean it. Kill me now," I say to them, which wasn't really meant to be taken literally. And certainly not by a Math teacher.
"DIANA MOONCUTHE! " A super angry voice yelled. I wince. It's Mr. Rehag, my Math teacher.
"Why is it always the Math teachers?" Percy mutters, releasing himself from Annabeth's grip.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Nothing," Percy replies.
"Diana Mooncuthe," said Mr. Rehag, "We need to talk,"
"Get a new threat line," Annabeth muttered.
"Huh?" I said.
"Just go," Percy muttered.
I followed Mr. Rehag out wondering what I had done this time, when I realized Mr. Rehag only had one eye.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!"