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Chapter 4: I accidently vaporize my maths teacher

"Who wants to read the first chapter?" Zeus asked.

"I will" Paul said to Uncle Zeus.

Zeus nodded his head and made the book float of to Paul, when the book reached him, Paul started to read "Percy Jackson and the Olympians the Lightning theif. Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Maths Teacher."

"How do you accidently vaporize a teacher" Someone asked although I'm not quite sure.

So instead of replying I just strug my shoulders.

Look I didn't want to be an half-blood.

If your reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told about your birth ans try to lead a normal life.

"Why would your parents lie to you about your own birth" Amy asked probably confused.

"It will probably tell you in a minute" I replied.

Being an half-blood is 's of the time it gets you killed in painful nasty ways.

Everyone in the gym minus the Olympians and Paul all looked at me and then a girl in another grade to me said "Your parents lie to you so that you don't get hurt."

I just nodded my head, choicing not to talk.

If your 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.

But if you recognise 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.

"Who are 'they'?" a random boy asked.

"Monsters" the gods answered the boy before I could even open my mouth to say anything.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy,

"You went to a boarding school?" Stiles questioned, probably confused as to why I never told my best friends about my previous schools.

I nodded my in response and said "This is only the second school that I've been to that isn't a boarding school."

a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could 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 school bus, headung to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look ar ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"Sounds like fun"Athena and all the other brainics said.

While everyone else said "Sounds like torture."

I know - it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

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.

"Is that who I think it is?" my Dad asked.

I just nodded my head, then I looked at everyone minus the gods and Paul and noticed that they all had the same confused expression on their faces.

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 armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"You slept in class" all the teachers and Athena said.

Before I answered them I looked at Athena and noticed her outraged expression, probably at the fact that her daughter is dating me. Instead of addressing Athena I just replied with "I used to fall asleep in class because school is boring."

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

As soon as Paul had read out the sentence all the Olympians as well as Paul erupted into a fit of laughter, but as soon as they had all calmed down Paul said "Percy that probably isn't going to happen is it"

I just shook my head instead of actually speaking the answer.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happened 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,

"You shot a cannon at a school bus" all the people in the except from the Olympians and Paul said.

I just nodded my head, not wanting to talk.

but of course I got expelled anyway. 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.

At this everyone in the gym include the gods started laughing, however I just smile at the memory of that day.

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

"NO, TELL US MORE" Apollo, Hermes and all the immature students yelled.

Again I just smiled.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly red-headed kelptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend, Grover,

At this Paul started growling having met Grover a couple of days before I disappeared.

in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

"Eww" everyone in the gym said at the same time.

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 garder with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was cripped. 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.

"Grover you fool, you've broken your cover" Athena said.

"Lady Athena you do know that your talking to a book don't you" I stated.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything to stop 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.

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

Grover tried to calm me dowm. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

"So do I but not in my hair" most of the people in the gym said.

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."

Looking back on it, I wished I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

"Perce, what happened to you?" All of my friends asked.

"I found out who I really was" I replied.

Mr Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleres, 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 then that" Athena said.

I just ignored instead of tell her that again she is talking to a book.

He gathered us around a four-metre-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,

Everyone in the gym looked at me witha shocked expression on their faces at the fact that I actually wanted to learn something.

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 he's only trying to learn" all the teachers minus Paul stated.

Mrs Dodds was this little maths teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even through 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 maths teachers had a nervous breakdown.

"Just so that it's clear I did not cause that maths teachers nervous breakdown" I said.

At this the Olympians just laughed.

From her first day, Mrs Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn.

Once Paul had read out that sentence all of the Olympians started laughing at this, when the Olympians had finally finished laughing Paul said "I though Nico was the only devil spawn in the family."

I just nodded my head to his question.

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.

One timee, after she'd made me erase answers out of old maths workbooks until midnight,

"What kind of teacher would give a twelve year old child that kind of punishment"One of the history teachers asked.

"Someone that isn't even an real teacher" I replied.

I told Grover I didn't think Mrs Dodds was human. He looked at me real serious and said, "You're absolutely right."

"GROVER!" all of the Olympians and Paul yelled at the same time.

As the gods, goddesses and Paul were yelling out Grovers name it brought a smile to my face that my Olympian family maybe did care about me.

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 that I meant it to.

Again everyone started laughing.

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. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carvings, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Why does it always have to be that one, why can't it be another one about something totally unrelated to us being eaten?" all the gods and goddesses that had been eaten by Kronos asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders not really having an answer that would satisfie their question.

"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 shouted making the mortals jump.

"Mr Brunner kindof corrected me" I stated hoping that he would scare anyone else.

After about ten seconds Zeus calmed down as I said that.

"God?" Mr Brunner asked.

"Titan," I corrected myslef. "And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right?

"Eww" a random girl said cutting Paul off in the middle of the sentence that he was reading.

"Try living through it" my Dad and Hades said.

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!" said one of the girls behind me.

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

"Did he just sum up one of the biggest fights in history in a couple of sentences?" Athena questioned.

Everyone in the gym just nodded their heads and by the look on the mortals faces minus Pauls I could tell that they were all confused.

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" Apollo, Hermes and all the other immature people said while snickering.

"Busted" Grover muttered.

I quickly looked at Apollo and Hermes, as they were the only immature people in the room that knew Grover is a goat and laughed at the expression on their faces at the fact that they think like a goat.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got in trouble, too. Mr Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being 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 remians 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 sure does know how to change the topic doesn't he" one of the other English teachers said.

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

"That's because all guys other than Percy are doofuses" Artemis said.

Everyone other than the gods and Paul all looked shocked at what Artemis had said because in myths Artemis is famously know for not liking any guys and here she was saying that I'm not a doofuse, while everyone else was looking shocked I walked up to her hugged her and said "Thanks cus."

This shocked them further because whereas Artemis would have blasted any other guy that would have hugged her, she did no such thing just hugged me back. When I looked at my Dad I noticed the smile on his face and smiled backed at him.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr Brunner said, "Mr Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned towards Mr Brunner "Sir?"

Mr Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go - intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

"Probably has" a history teaching assistent said.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armour and shouted: 'What ho!' and challenge us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what gid they worshipped.

"I wish I went to your school or had this Mr Brunner as my teacher, that all sounds really fun" a group of random children said.

But Mr Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder

"No wonder you struggle in school" Scott said.

and I had never made above a C- in my life. No - he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much kess spell them correctly.

I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museums, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

"What's with the freaky weather?" Storme asked.

"You'll find out in the next couple of chapters, if I tell you it will ruin the book" I replied.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Luchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's bag, and, of course, Mrs Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school - the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Your not a loser freak" all of the gods, Paul and all my friends said.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean - I'm not a genius."

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and throught about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years

"How did you manage to get kicked out of all the schools that you've ever been to?" a girl from a couple of grades below me asked.

"Something always happened that involved me or I got blamed for something and I'd get kicked out" I answered.

and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that look she'd give me.

"Aww" all the females in the hall said.

Mr Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends - I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists - and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

"Eww" Amy mumbled.

I tried to stay cool. The school counsellor had told me a million times. "Count to ten, get control of your temper."

But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.

"A wave" everyone other than the gods and Paul mumbled.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

At this everyone started laughing that Nancy had finally got what was coming to her.

Mrs Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"

"-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-"

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.

Everyone but the teachers started laughing at this.

As soon as Mrs Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey-"

"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing textbooks."

"Never try to guess your punishment" Hermes, Apollo and all the other immature people in the gym said at the same time.

I just smiled and motioned for Paul to keep reading.

That wasn't the right thing to say.

When Paul read that out Hermes, Apollo and the other immature people that had commented previously started laughing uncontrolably. I just smiled to myself.

"Come with me," Mrs Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

"Why would he do that for you it's only a teacher whats the worst she could do to you?" a jock asked him.

"He did it because he's my protector" I said, ignoring everything else that he had said.

At that everyone apart from the gods and Paul nodded their heads, probably not totally understanding what it means that he's my protector.

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskey chim trembled.

"Why is Grover so afraid of that teacher?" Scott questioned.

"You'll find out in a minute" I said.

"I don't think so, Mr Underwood," she said.

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here."
Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs Dodds barked at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobfit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you later stare.

The Olympians and Paul shuddered as Paul read out that sentence probably remembering seeingme use that very same stare a couple of time.

"Why did all you guys shuddered? Storme questioned.

"Well, a few of the gods have on the recieving end of that stare and I remember him using one time when his cousin step dropping by just to get some of his mom's famous cookies and he ended up taking all of them, Percy wasn't very impressed" Paul said.

I just smile at the memory of my mom having to IM Annabeth to come and stop me from killing Nico because he eat all of the cookies.

I then turned to face Mrs Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

"How did she she get there so fast?" Simon asked confused.

"The book will explain tell you in a couple of minutes" I replied.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counsellor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure.

I went after Mrs Dodds.

"That wasn't a good thing that just happened was it?" Amy asked.

I just shook my head instead of giving Amy and everyone else that is now staring at me even more an answer.

Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr Brunner, like he wanted Mr Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr Brunner was absorbed in his novel.

"Why was Grover trying to get Mr Brunner's attention?" Simon questioned.

"It will tell you in the next couple of chapters" I answered.

"I'm getting really tired of heard you say that same thing to us" the history teaching assistent said.

I looked back up. Mrs Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught to her, we were back in the Greek anf Roman section.

"Why was she taking you back there" Scott asked clearly confused.

I just gave him a look and then motioned for Paul to carry on reading.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as is she wanted to pulverize it...

Everyone looked at me weirdly.

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

I did the safe thing. I said "Yes, ma'am."

All the gods and Paul looked at me as if I had grown another head and then Apollo asked "Since when has the great Perseus Jackson do the safe thing?"

"That was the only time and I had no clue what so ever what she was talking about" I replied.

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher. I though nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.

I looked at the Olympians and then said "You'd be surprised."

I said, "I'll - I'll try harder, ma'am."

"what are you going to try harder to do?" Scott asked.

"I didn't know what she wanted, I was just saying what I thought she wanted to hear" I replied.

Thunder shook the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

"What did she want you to confess to?" Stiles asked.

"The book you will tell you in the next couple of chapters... I wouldn't want to spoil the story for you" I replied.

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out my dorm room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

I looked at Hermes and Apollo amd then said "Nobody tells Annabeth that I haven't read the book, I have enough problems and things to do without having to read a book that I was suppose to read when I was twelve."

"Well, you'll have to do something for us in return" Apollo stated.

"What do you two want me to do?" I questioned Apollo and Hermes.

"Fight Ares" Hermes answered.

"Ok" I said.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hissed. Then the weirdest thing happened. 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. She was a shrivelled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slive me to ribbons.

I looked around the gym and I could tell by the expressions on most peoples faces that they wanted to know what the teacher creature thing is. However before anyone could even open their mouths, my Dad beat everyone to the punch as he turned to Uncle Hades and said "You sent a Fury after my son."
I could tell by the look of anger on his face that he was about to punch Uncle Hades so I stood in front of him and said "Dad, Uncle Hades had a reason for sending that Fury after me... punching him isn't going to change anything that happened."

After I had finished speaking my Dad pulled me into a hug and then about two minutes later he released me from the hug and returned to his seat. Once my Dad was seat I motioned for Paul to carry on reading.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr Brunner, Who'd been out in the front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

"What is a pen going to do against... what did you call it a Fury?" Sam, Paul friend that teaches history asked.

"It is literally going to tell you in a minute and yes it's called a Fury" I replied to Sam's question.

Mrs Dodds lunged at me.

With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen any more. It was a sword -

"That is so cool" Scott and Stiles both said at the same time.

Mr Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.

Mrs Dodds spun towards me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

And she flew straight at me.

Absolute terror ran though my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.

Everyone minus the gods and Paul looked at me and then Simon said "That comes naturally to you."

"I'm a demigod, fighting is natural and a normal every day occerance to me" I stated.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hiss!

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 sulphur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

I was alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.

Mr Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.

My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or some-thing.

"Percy if your Mom, Dad and I ever find out that you have taken any illegal drugs you are going to be in so much trouble" Paul said

"Yes Paul" I said back.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I went back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who?" my Dad asked.

Then Paul started laughing before he started to read again.

I said, "Who?"

At that everyone in the gym started laughing and then all the Olympians minus my dad said "Like father, like son."

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.

She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

I asked Grover where Mrs Dodds was.

He said "Who?"

But he paused firsr, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.

"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."

Thunder boomed overhead.

The Olympians minus Zeus, Paul and me all looked at Zeus shaking their heads.

I saw Mr Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.

I went over to him.

He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensils in the future, Mr Jackson."

I handed it over. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I said, "where's Mrs Dodds?"

He stared at me blanky. "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs Dodds. The maths teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, 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 all right?"

"Well that's the end of this chapter" Paul stated.

"YES" Apollo shouted before continuing but this time speaking more quietly, "now it's time for Percy to fight Ares."

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