Look, it's not like I had a choice; I never had one, and first of all, I didn't want to be this way. I neverwanted to be what I am now, but unfortunately, I am.

If you think – or worse, if you know you are one, stop reading this right now, believe in whatever lie that is currently happening in your life, believe in whatever your parents say and try to live a normal life or move to Mexico and change your name to Pepito – if you're a girl, change it to 'Pepita.' Once you know about this, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too. Don't ask me who 'they' is, because if I do tell you – you might earn a one-way ticket to the mental hospital or worse.

I don't really know how I have time writing this. Every summer, I always go on quests. And no, that's not the quests you play in a game; a different kind of quest, the kind that your life is in jeopardy, not your characters'.

Being me – or any other people like me – is dangerously dangerous. You'll get chased by 'things' that used to be under your bed – the one that your parents always scare you so you go to sleep and stop frolicking here and there – and those 'things' might kill you in painful and nasty ways. Trust me on this; I've fought those 'things' before and it wasn't pretty.

And if you're still reading this after I said those things, you'll know what those 'things' are because you've got spunk. And like I said, they'll sense that you know. The less you know, the fewer you attract. But the more you know… let's just say you'll be regretting that. But It's not like you listened to me, did you? Now, after all of those so many cons are the perks; like sword-fighting, archery or a game of capture the flag...food... etc.

If you're a normal person who actually thinks this is fiction, good. Keep on reading. Go on, I don't bite. Vampires do… or the 'things' I told you about. Now laugh at my joke or else, I'm going to kill you. I was joking on that one, okay? Now, let me tell you about myself.

My name is Heather Katelyn McCarter.

In this story – yes the one you're reading right now – I am currently 12 years old. I'm a boarding student at Yancy Academy (for now), a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. And yes, I am a troubled kid, no; you don't have to rub it in my face. I already know I am.

I have a curly brunette hair, which is weird because even though I use an iron curler, it always ends up curly. Not too much, not too less. Just curly. Weird, huh? Well, that's not the weirdest thing you will ever hear from me. My life is pretty… extraordinary, unlike your normal life. But if the people I warned are still reading this, it's your choice not mine. Once you know, you'll probably hate your life. I hate mine, what makes yours so different?

I have dyslexia, which makes it very hard for me to read. It takes me weeks to read a book. I try. It's always hard because words will fly out the book or the things you're reading, but I still try. I love reading and I love learning. If you don't, I'm judging you. Learning's fun and useful, okay?

I also have ADHD, which is useful, when someone's punishing or scolding me – which happen every-damn-day.

I have a dad, who has been busy with his business projects ever since I turned 9. His name is Michael John McCarter. He said my mom left us; he didn't say when, he didn't say how, he just said she left, which was very fishy. And considering I'm smelling rotten fish while I'm writing this is very fishy as well.

I have a step-sister whose name is Belle. She's 18. Her mom filed a divorce with my dad after a disagreement. Belle was 10 months old when her mom left.

My life is miserable, like really miserable. I'm not even kidding.

When I was in 3rd grade, a classmate of mine purposely bumped me, or should I say pushed me. We were on the bus when it happened and I bumped against the clutch—which made the bus move forward. Let's just say it did not end that well.

In 4th grade we went to a fair. It was fun, really. But when some kids were riding the roller coaster, I accidentally pushed a certain button. So technically, the kids there took an unplanned ride – which by the way, got me in so much trouble.

In 5th grade, I was daydreaming about baseball; I was swinging my hardbound book around. A girl can dream, right? So, continuing what I said, I accidentally hit my headmaster on the face, causing me to get expelled.

One of the only perks in my life is that I had at least one friend who was normal and her name is Anna. She has a waist length brown hair, blue eyes and heart-shaped lips. Her dad is a businessman while her mom is an architect who's always busy.

We have a lot in common, such as, loving color purple and we both love McDonalds (who doesn't?), one of the reason why she's my best friend. We can relate to stuff such as having a dad who's always out on business trips, not having time for their own daughters. Although the creepy thing is, my dad wanted to 'spend more time' with me, which is pretty weird if you ask me.

Everything here started going really bad for me last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to the museum in Manhattan. There were about 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.

I find it interesting. It's the class where I always get an A+ while I always get B+ or C+ on the others, which I'm very disappointed at. I know I study well and hard enough, I always get A's or B+'s on tests but ever since Mrs. Dodds came here, it's like she brainwashed the teachers to turn against me. Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading the trip. He wasn't brainwashed, at least, he doesn't look like he is. And I always get good grades in his class which is good. So, I hoped that this will end well.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. I hate the smell of coffee, but that didn't change the fact that he was my favorite. He wasn't like the other teachers that glare at me whenever they see me. He was always telling us stories, jokes and he lets us play games in class. He also had this collection of Roman armors and weapons which made it even more fun and historical.

There's another reason why I was – still am – miserable. Nancy Bobofit, the freckly redhead kleptomaniac girl, who's always hitting Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson's best friend, in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich. She used to make fun of me, but something happened.

Okay, so, Anna and I were playing dare or dare. There wasn't really much of a choice. You'll just do dares, that's it. The worst part was when she dared me to do a joke on Nancy. The joke? 'Got your nose.' I was disgusted, but if I don't do it, I'll give her 10 dollars, which was a no-no to me.

Coincidentally, Nancy walked in front of us. I jumped in front of her and took a hold of her nose, much to my dismay. Then I took my hand back and yelled, 'GOT YOUR NOSE!' The odd thing was, when I looked at her face, her nose was gone; completely and utterly gone.

I looked at the hand where I took a hold of her nose and saw it there. I was definitely shocked. I gaped at her as she screamed. So I did the only option I had; I slapped my hand on where her nose was supposed to be and gripped on Anna's arm – who was too busy looking through her phone – and ran as far as my legs took me until Nancy's screams were inaudible. I basically dragged Anna around, her complaining here and there.

Okay, back to explaining Grover. You see; Grover Underwood was an easy target, much to his dismay. He was scrawny. He must have been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and has a wispy beard on his chin. Worst of all, he was crippled. He's excused in P.E. for the rest of his life. I felt bad for him. I really did.

Now that all those chit-chat is over, let's get to the actualpoint, shall we?

Nancy Bobofit, who was throwing wads of sandwich at Grover, was sitting next to me because Mrs. Dodds assigned me too, which was so unfair because all the other kids got to sit with their friends, what makes me so different?

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. I don't know if she is, so give or take a few years. Anna and I always mock her behind her back – mainly because she likes Nancy and hates me. I know it should be the other way around, but you can't change a person's personality unless they want to change it themselves, right?

She looks so scary, in my opinion. I mean, whenever she looks at me glares at me, it's like she's going to kill me, but is still waiting for the right moment. If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

"...okay. I like peanut butter." I heard Grover say as Nancy threw another wad of sandwich at him. I really, really felt bad for him. I wanted to smack Nancy's face, but I'm already on probation – because of the juice incident. And you should have seen the look Mrs. Dodds threw me when she assigned me to sit next to Nancy. She looked like she was about to kill me.

You see, last month, I poured my juice on Nancy but just my luck, Mrs. Dodds saw. I don't know what she was doing at the cafeteria; there's something called a teacher's lounge for crying out loud! It was like she wanted to watch me. One time, she had made me erase out of old math workbooks until midnight. The good thing was; I wasn't alone. Percy Jackson was with me. That's how I met him, but we're not close. We're more of a 'more than an acquaintance, less than a friend.'

"You're already on probation." Grover reminded. So Percy was on probation too. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up in front in his wheelchair, guiding through the big galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery. 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. I didn't listen that much because I was staring at a certain statue; Zeus. I always hated Zeus. Bad vibes, I guess?

"Will you shut up?" Percy snapped at Nancy; all eyes on him. Everyone laughed at him.

"Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner called, his attention focusing on Percy. "Did you have a comment?" Percy's face turned red and looked at the ground.

"No, sir." he muttered, still looking at the ground. Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the picture on the stele.

"Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents." Mr. Brunner ordered, still pointing at one of the pictures on the stele.

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" Percy answered, clearly unsure.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner responded, but he wasn't satisfied by Percy's answer. "And he did this because?"

"Well... Kronos was the king god, and –" Percy started to say while I shook my head slightly, as if telling him he was wrong. Kronos was a Titan, not a god.

"God?" Mr. Brunner interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

"Titan," Percy quickly corrected. "And... he didn't trust his kids who were 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 –"

"Eeew!" the girl beside me screeched. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh shut it, will you?" I hissed as I rolled my eyes. The girl rolled her eyes and simply ignored me as she started socializing with her friends. Oh just my luck, Mrs. Dodds saw me and threw me a glare, and I bet Mr. Brunner heard it too.

Percy was about to continue when Mr. Brunner put a hand in front of his face dismissingly, telling him to stop.

"Please continue, Ms. McCarter." Mr. Brunner motioned while Nancy and her friends snickered. I glared at them and they quickly stopped, whistling like they didn't do anything wrong. Anna looked at me, her eyes were saying, 'you can do it,' and nodded encouragingly at me as I gulped quietly.

"Where exactly did Percy stop, sir?" I asked the man in the wheelchair in front of me politely; add a polite smile there too. Viola, here goes innocent me.

"The event after Kronos vomited his children." Mr. Brunner answered, and nodded at me to continue what Percy was explaining.

"There was a big fight between the gods and the Titans, and the gods won." I continued as he nodded, but he still wasn't satisfied.

"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.'" Nancy Bobofit commented quietly, rolling her eyes as her gang snickered.

"And why Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner turned to Percy, who was surprisingly standing right next to me. "To paraphrase Ms. Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered, clearly happy that Nancy got busted by a teacher for the first time as I smirked. Nancy turned red like her hair and cringed.

"I don't know, sir." Percy answered honestly. I was pretty nervous he was going to ask me next. I hope not. But really, luck wasn't on my side today. It never was. A girl can only dream, right?

"Ms. McCarter?" Mr. Brunner turned to me, a hopeful expression was written on his face – which I know would turn to disappointment once I share my answer.

"I-I don't know, sir." I stuttered. I really didn't know. I mean, I love Greek mythology and all, but it's not like there's a job where you will tell the Greek history – well, there is, but it's not like I'm going to apply for it anyway. I would rather be a doctor – or maybe even a lawyer. Definitely not a historian or teacher.

"That's a first." Nancy mumbled to her friends, who, in return, snickered. I glared at them, causing them to stop.

"I see..." And I was right, his hopeful expression turned into disappointment, making me feel guilty. "Well, credits to Mr. Jackson and half credit to Ms. McCarter. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being an 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?" he explained with a smile.

"That was..." Anna trailed off as soon as she was right next to me, about to exit the museum and head to where the others were.

"Tell me about it." I murmured, looking at the marbled floor.

"Unusual," she continued. "Why would he ask something like that? I mean, seriou –" She was about to rant, but she got cut off by Mr. Brunner.

"Mr. Jackson, Ms. McCarter." Mr. Brunner called as I looked at Anna with a worried look on my face. She nodded and looked at me encouragingly, as she continued to exit the museum.

I was worried; worried that he'll tell me to do better, worried that he'll scold me for not trying my best, but most of all, worriedthat he might give me a low grade. My eyes widened as I thought of that. He's not going to do that right? No, no. Stop listening to your paranoid mind Heather. Think positive. But thinking positive makes everything worse, so I'm just going to wing it. Nothing wrong, right?

"Sir?" I squeaked, still panicking about the lowering of my grade.

"Both of you must learn to answer my question." Mr. Brunner declared as soon as everyone filed out the museum.

"About the Titans?" Percy asked, looking at Mr. Brunner questioningly.

"About real life and how your studies apply to it." he answered, looking at us expectantly as he said those words. "What you learn from me is vitally important and I expect you to treat as such. I will accept only the best from the both of you, Percy Jackson, Heather McCarter."

I suddenly became fascinated on the marbled floor beneath my feet. I knew it… I should have tried harder. Why did I not know the answer to that question? I wanted to get angry so much. I already am angry and disappointed that my all-time favorite teacher just told me how he expected the best of me.

Sure, he's 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 who ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshiped. Well, you get the point.

I heard Percy mumble something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he had been at the girl's funeral. After a few moments he told us to go outside and eat our lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue. The clouds were black, like there's gonna be a storm. You see, ever since Christmas, the weather all across New York had been pretty weird. We've had massive snow storms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes. See? But nobody else seemed to notice. Pretty weird, I tell you.

My friend, Anna, and I decided to sit on the edge of the fountain; away from everyone else so we can be in our 'own little world;' as in, talking about books or how every teacher turned against me, how our parents are busy; about everything – but mostly because the class was so noisy.

Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket a lady's purse, and being a teacher's pet, Mrs. Dodds was acting like she's not seeing a thing. While the boys – excluding Percy and Grover who is sitting 4 meters away from us – were kicking a bottle; kind of like pretending it was a soccer ball.

"Got in trouble?" Anna asked, just as I took out my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, made by moi.

"Nope," I shook my head. "Not really. He just lectured us about trying harder and how his lessons are important and stuff." I shrugged but I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Oh. Well, let's not talk about that. How about we talk about summer?" she suggested with a small smile, munching on her apple as I nodded.

"What about it?"

"Like, what are you going to do?"

"Hm... I haven't thought about that yet. I think my dad will force me to move to a new school," I shrugged. "What about you?"

"Probably moving too," She sighed with a sad look on her face. "We're still gonna see each other someday and keep contact, right?" She questioned.

"Sure. And hey, turn that frown upside down." I grinned and grabbed my sandwich. "So, you still up for Saturday?" I asked. We were supposed to have a movie marathon on Saturday, and I was obviously excited.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." she responded, grinning from ear to ear as I unwrapped the plastic. I was about to eat it when I saw Nancy dump her lunch on Grover.

"Oops." Nancy grinned with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody spray-painted it. I glanced at Percy, only to see him look down while he's clenching his fist. I glared at her. The weird thing was; while I was continuing the glare I gave her, her hair looked like it was on fire. And the proven fact was; I wasn't wrong. Why? She screamed and started running around. I had to contain my laugh.

Everything went by so fast, because one moment, Nancy was running around because her red hair was on fire, and then as a few seconds passed, she's sitting in the fountain, screaming, "Percy and Heather pushed me!"

I blinked and raised an eyebrow. Pushed her? Last time I checked, I was simply unwrapping my sandwich, was giving her a death glare and was containing my laugh.

I looked at Percy and his eyes met mine. I sent him a questioning look but he just shot me a questioning look in return, causing me to be even more confused.

"Did you see the water—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

"—Nancy's hair—"

"—her hair—"

"—was on fire—"

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little teacher's pet was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop she turned to Percy and I, sending us a death glare. Let me re-phrase that, a glare that might vaporize you into ashes and it was like she was trying not to smirk, a smirk like she's been waiting for this to happen.

"Now, honeys –" Mrs. Dodds started to say, but she got cut off by Percy's grumble.

"I know," Percy grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks." Not the right thing to say, Percy. Not the right thing to say.

"Come with me." she continued and sent Percy a death glare.

"Wait!" Grover yelped, standing up. "It was me. I was the one who pushed her."

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwoo –"

"But they didn't do anythi—" Anna cut her off and started to defend us, but Mrs. Dodds cut her off in return.

"That's enough! Both. Of. You. Will. Stay. Here." she demanded, emphasizing each word. Anna shot me a concerned loo but I just nodded at her reassuringly and shot her a small smile. But it wasn't reassuring enough.

"Honeys," Mrs. Dodds barked at us. "Now."

Nancy smirked, as if she was mocking me. I gave her my famous I-hope-you-rot-in-underworld-someday glare and turned to follow Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, gesturing impatiently at us to come on. For an old lady, she's fast. Must be my ADHD kicking in. Huh, weird.

We went after her, but Percy stopped. I stopped too. I'm not going alone with that old hag. No damn way. He glanced outside, and my eyes flickered to what he was looking at. He was looking at Grover, looking pale, cutting his eyes between me, Percy and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted him to notice but Mr. Brunner was so absorbed reading his novel.

"Let's go. The old hag might get us in more trouble." I said, catching his attention. He nodded. And as we looked back up, Mrs. Dodds had mysteriously appeared inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall. This is getting creepier and creepier by the second. I grabbed Percy's arm and squeezed it, the thing I do when I get scared.

We followed her deeper in the museum – me, wincing quietly every minute. When we finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section. The gallery was empty. This is getting creepier than ever. I squeezed Percy's arm harder – not caring if it's hurting him. I needed comfort; as in, now.

Mrs. Dodds stood in front of us with her arms crossed. She was making a weird noise, kind of like growling. She looked at the marble frieze of the Greek gods, as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honeys." she said.

"Yes, ma'am." Percy agreed, but in reality, he was completely unsure of what she was saying. I guess he thought it was the safest thing to do. She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket.

"Did you really think you would get away with it?" she questioned as she gave us an evil look. 'She's going to kill us' my paranoid brain thought. Oh, come on. She's a teacher, right? It's not like she's going to hurt us, right? Oh boy was I wrong.

"We'll–we'll try harder ma'am." Percy stammered as I squeezed his arm tighter while thunder shook the building.

"We are not fools, Perseus Jackson, Heather McCarter," she said. "It was only a matter of time before we found both of you out. Confess, and both of you will suffer less pain." Butterflies were violently attacking my stomach as she said those words."Well?" She demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't–we don't–"

"Your time is up." she hissed as 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 like everyone thought. I knew there was a monster under all those skin! Now, Anna needs to pay me 12 dollars.

"I won the bet!" I cheered as I danced around, Percy looking at me like I was crazy but it soon turned into disbelief. Mrs. Dodds glared at me and growled once more.

"Is that all you can think about now!?" Percy shrieked, gesturing the supposedly Mrs. Dodds who turned into a monster.

"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of my head, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks. "Now, onto serious business." Percy rolled his eyes but went along with it. There are times when I suddenly outburst something. I know I shouldn't because of how intense the atmosphere is, but I still do.

As I was saying a while ago, she was a creepy monster hag with bat wings, claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs. Things got even creepier. Mr. Brunner, who had been out reading his novel before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted and tossed a pen in the air. His eyes flickered to me and nodded reassuringly, causing me to be even more confused than I was before. I looked at him, expecting something more, but I didn't have time. The pen that was tossed to Percy turned into a sword as soon as he caught it, the cap of the pen was accidentally removed.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at us. Percy was frozen in his place. 'Go in front of him.' A woman's voice whispered in my head. I didn't question it and I instinctively followed. 'Cross your arms in front of you.' I followed. I know it was a crazy thing to do, but I didn't have time to do anything. And something told to just shut up, not question what's inside my head and trust it.

"What are you doing!?" Percy questioned, but I simply ignored him, preparing for the hit.

"Die, honeys!" she snarled and flew straight at us, but strangely enough, she didn't get through. She started hitting, punching and pounding the air, but it was like there was an invisible barrier that was keeping her from us. She flew back, I think she was going to try and charge straight up to us. That is until I devised an amazing plan.

"Percy, I have a plan." I announced, still in front of him, looking at Mrs. Dodds, who was growling; readying herself to charge.

"What plan?" I heard Percy ask behind me.

"Swing your sword once Mrs. Dodds is near," I instructed. He was about to say something, but I cut him off. "I will move away, so you won't slice my head okay?" I looked at him, smiling reassuringly as he was blushing bright red.

And just as I finished saying those words, Mrs. Dodds lunged at us again. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at Percy. He nodded at me as a reply while I nodded back. Just as Mrs. Dodds was three meters away, I jumped to my left as Percy swung his sword. The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she was made of water.

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 sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still glaring at us.

"Did that just happen?" I questioned him, pointing where Mrs. Dodds was before.

"I-I don't know..." he stuttered, looking down.

"Le-Let's just get out of here." I stated, grabbing his arm and dragged him through the halls.

"Um, Heather," Percy called. I looked at him; he was gesturing my hand that was dragging him. I quickly let go, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks.

"I-um, I'm so sorry. Force of habit." I said with a shy smile as he nodded with a smile. There was a tint of pink on his face, but I think I was just hallucinating after all those Mrs. Dodds nonsense.

"It's okay." he assured, smiling reassuringly as we continued to walk.

"I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butts." Nancy said with a smug grin as soon as we got out the museum.

"Who's Mrs. Kerr?" Percy asked her, voicing my thoughts.

"Our teacher, duh!" she answered in a matter-of-fact way. I know nothing about Mrs. Kerr, nor know about her. Why do bad things happen to good people?

"Who?" It was my turn to ask but she just rolled her eyes and turned away, continuing her conversation with one of her friends.

We went over to Mr. Brunner; who was sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he never moved. He looked up, a little distracted and a bit dazed, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson." Mr. Brunner said, holding his hand out for Percy to give the pen back. Percy handed him the pen. "What brings you here Ms. McCarter?"

Just as I was about to open my mouth, Percy asked what I was about to ask. "Sir, where's Mrs. Dodds?" He just stared at us blankly and picked up his novel from his lap, skimming through the pages.

"Who?"

"The other chaperon; Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher?" I asked, raising an eyebrow but he just frowned and sat forward, looking concerned.

"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 alright, Percy, Heather?"