Second Chapter, yay! Okay i forgot the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Do i look like a 40 year old guy! i do not own PJO, phooey! and i have no intentions of using this for profit and only writing this for fun so do not sue me for doing this
oh well, on with the story!
"P-percy...J-jackson?" Nico choked.
Nico POV
"Yeah, so? Do you know him?" Jason asked, hoping to find out more about the mysterious son of Pluto.
"N-no, I...uhh...my dad always complains about this big shot demigod...umm... his name is Percy Jackson... I think" Nico stammered, panicking.
if they find out about my real heritage, I'm toast.
Octavian narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Dakota, who had been in drunken state of KoolAid, shouted, "MORE KOOLAID!"
"Let's just read the books, the sooner the better, plus, we might learn something new!" Gwen said, looking at the bright side of things, as usaul
"okay, who reads first?" Jason asked,
"I will," Gwen offered, she got the first book and read the title, "The Lightning Thief''
"huh?" everyone asked
"That's what it says!" Gwen protests
"just read" Nico mumbles
"I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher"
"Awesome! I want to do that!" Dakota shouted, Gwen reached over and smacked his head
"Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood."
"who does?" everyone asked(except Octavian)
"If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is"
"run for the hills! percy's giving advice!" Nico muttered under his breath, thankfully, no one heard
"close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life."
"won't work" Reyna said sadly
"being a halfblood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
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 none of this ever happen. But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediatly. 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.
"you didn't" Dakota pointed out earning slaps to the head from Gwen and Hazel.
"My name is Percy Jackson. 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?
"yes" nico whispered, but this time Hazel heard him and sent him a confused glance
"Yeah you could say that."
"ha! He just admited it!" Dakota laughed maniacally, everyone scooted away from him
"no more KoolAid for you" Gwen decided and he started to pout.
"Icould start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going 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 bus,"
"Wait, did he just call himself a mental-case kid?" Frank asked
"...I think so" Hazel answered
"heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff"
"That sounds amazing" Reyna marveled
"I know-sounds like torture."
Everyone laughs as Reyna glares at the book. Even Octavian cracked a smile.
"Most Yancy field trips were. But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so i had hopes.
Mr. Brunner was a 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. 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."
"You shouldn't sleep in classes!" Reyna scolded
"you are talking to a book Reyna" Octavian said
"Shut up" Reyna growled
Gwen continued before a fight could breakout.
"I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble."
"Did he get in trouble, did he?" Dakota asked,
"I don't know, maybe we have to read to find out," Octavian said sarcastically.
"Hey don't be rude!" Gwen yelled at him.
"Shut it! You're From fifth, I am from First respect your superiors!" Octavian shouted
That's it, Nico thought, "Gods you People are Idiots!" he shouted leaving every one in stunned silence
Octavian, who had turned deep purple, managed to choke out,"You little-"
"Shut it Octavian! You all are Idiots, I mean seriously, what makes the First cohort better than Fifth? I mean come on! what happened in Alaska was a long time ago, just let it go" Nico shouted stressing the words 'let it go' he sighed and slumped in his seat.
Gwen shook her head and continued
"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.
everyone, but Octavian, obviously, was laughing hysterically
''what was he aiming at?" Hazel chuckled
''who knows?'' a few people said.
"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."
again everyone broke into a round of laughter.
"He has to be a son of Mercury" frank chuckled, "no one else can cause that much trouble"
"And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.''
"Nooo! I want to hear more!" Dakota wailed, flailing his limbs everywhere.
Gwen reached over and snatched his flask of koolaid and poured it on the floor.
"Nooooo! my precious koolaid!" Dakota cried. he got on his hands and knees and tried to lick the koolaid of the floor. Jason and Gwen pulled him back to his seat before he could. Dakota sat their silently sobbing.
"okaaayyyy" Nico said staring strangely at Dakota, "Continue Gwen please"
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.
"eewwww"Gwen said
"That's not nice" Hazel frowned
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.
"sounds like a faun" Reyna observed, "but why would he be there?"
"Actually, there are alot of fauns in the mortal world, they disguise themselves as humans and go on as regular people, saved my life once too, they can smell monsters you know, and demigod scents also." Nico explained, surprising everyone. when he noticed their stares he sighed, ''what you looking at, keep reading!"
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. 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.
wow, Grover way to blow your cover, Nico smiled faintly and shook his head
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 by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"And I thought Camp was tough, but mildly entertaining?" Jason said in debelief
"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."
"in your hair?" the girls asked(yes even Reyna!)
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.
"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."
"The easter bunny" Dakota said in a matter-a-fact voice Nico fought the urge to laugh.
"No! Percy will Dummy!" Jason chuckled (the manly giggle!)
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there.
"he would hit a girl" Reyna asked angrily (I would, but I'm a girl so it doesn't count)
In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.
"oh, that's why" Reyna calmed downed
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.
"way, way, waaay longer" Dakota giggled(the girly way! GASP)
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.
"that is so sad, she wasn't even able to growup" Hazel sniffled because she could relate.
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, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
"Why would she do that?" Gwen Asked, interupting herself.
Mrs. Dodds 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. From her first day, Mrs. Dodds 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.
"oohhh, she's a monster" Gwen realized
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."
"blunt isn't he?" Frank said (first time he speaks!)
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.
Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele,
"ewww, pervert much?"
and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"
It came out louder than I meant it to.
"It always does" Frank muttered, but everyone heard and stated chuckling(except the obvious)
Sorry about not updating sooner, and this is not a full chapter :( but I felt I owed you guys so here you go, I also want to have your opinion on something , I have a new idea for a story but I'm not sure if I should start it or wait till I finish my other stories, so I will leave it up to you, probably, now enough of this run-on sentence and let see a period! That sounded wrong...