Hey guys I hoped you liked my story because it's really fun making it. I'll try to upload daily but I might run a little...lot late I hope you like the story though. And it's really encouraging to receive review especially when I get writer's block. Well I'll leave you to reading.
Percy's POV
For the rest of the school year no one knew Mrs. Dodds, except for Baxie and me. Grover even thought we were crazy. I tried to see if they were just teasing but apparently this new teacher, Mrs. Kerr, had taught the class the whole time. But I didn't believe it.
My grades got worst and worst. I couldn't considerate but neither could any one else. Baxie tried to help me study but she didn't help much, she just me read since her dyslexia was easier to decode.
Summer was getting closer. And I was told I was not invited to Yancy Academy next year. And Baxie got an invitation to a summer school so she could stay instead of her foster home which she ran away from several times.
I offered her to stay with me and my mom but she always brought up how she never got along with my dad but no one did. The truth is she was kind of scared of him so she just declined the offer like every year.
I knew I would miss Baxie and Mr. Brunner and maybe even Grover but only one of them I was sure I was going to see again.
The test final were waiting for me to fail them, and I was sure they were going to get what they wanted. But I at least wanted a good grade in my Latin class so Mr. Brunner didn't think of me as a slacker.
Luckily Baxie was way too interested about that class she could remember all the gods and goddesses names Greek or Roman. She seemed to study easily so I thought she could help me pass the test because I knew she would pass with an A+...or an F for not writing anything, she did that a lot.
Baxie and I went to Mr. Brunner for expert help because she insisted. We heard Mr. Brunner talking about us with Grover and we couldn't help but eavesdrop.
"But they may not have time. The summer solstice deadline–" Grover said this but not couldn't make out the rest. "the Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them that he never saw or knew Mrs. Dodds" Mr. Brunner said. Mr. Brunner then says they just have to worry about keeping the both of us alive until next fall.
I dropped my textbook when I heard that. Baxie eyes opened wide because it landed on her foot. Mr. Brunner and Grover go silent, listening. She grabbed my textbook and I pulled her into a nearby class room.
I heard clomping sounds outside the room then a figure formed in the shadows. It was tall not like Grover or Mr. Brunner. Maybe a security guard. But what kind of guard makes noise while they walk?
The next day after the Latin exam, Mr. Brunner tries to says good-bye to us front of his the whole class, telling us that it's for the best that we has to leave Yancy. Mr. Brunner also says we are not normal.
(I have to cut out Grover's Pov because this chapter was shorter and has to much to do with Percy and Baxie oh and I won't change the last part in the series where Percy is the child of the prophecy and Luke killed himself, sorry for the spoiler if you haven't read the last book yet.)
Baxie's POV
As Grover, Percy, and me get on the bus Grover starts acting really strange. He seems nervous.
"Grover what was that conversation with Mr. Brunner you had with him the night before the exam all about?" I asked.
"I was just concerned about both of your safety and I expressed it to Mr. Brunner." He said.
"Oh really? You're even more nervous than when you though they were going to cancel enchilada day." Percy said.
"I'd rather not talk about it here." Grover said.
"What about enchiladas?" I asked playfully.
Almost instantly the bus broke down. And everyone got out.
There are maple trees and trash on one side of the busy, four-lane road, and there's a fruit stand on the other side. Three elderly ladies sit next to the fruit stand, knitting a pair of giant, electric blue socks.
This freaks Grover out and he tried to get us back in the bus.
"Grover it's like 107 degrees in there!" I said.
"Actually, it's about 90." The bus driver said.
"Don't encourage him!" Percy and I say at the same time.
Grover got back in the bus anyway.
The three elderly women seem to be staring directly at Percy and me. One takes out a pair of giant gold scissors and cuts a piece of yarn. Percy said it looked almost like a ritual.
A couple minute after the bus driver says he fixed the bus. When we got in we told Grover what we saw the ladies do. I felt bad for saying it because he seemed even more nervous.