I sat on the school bus, lost in thought as memories of past school trips flooded my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that trouble had followed me every field trip.

In grade 5, there was that incident with the toilets. I didn't mean to make them explode, but suddenly, chaos erupted in the museum bathroom. The teachers had been furious, the janitor had been beside himself, and i had been expelled from my fifth school.

And then there was the time in grade 4 when the kid who pushed me randomly got blisters over his body. How could I even have done that?

in grade 3, man it was terrible, they thought I caused an entire aquarium to explode. Where did they even get that idea?! Sure I thought the fishes were talking to me, but how could I have exploded the enormous place?

But it wasn't just the big incidents that plagued my memories. Even in grade 2, there were moments when trouble seemed inevitable. Like the time a stranger came and tried to take me away I hit him so I was blamed, the weirdest part was when the man said I will get you soon someone will get you, it had been stuck in my mind , and ever since then I was terrified of being kidnapped.

"Ugh," I muttered, shaking my head. It felt like trouble was my constant companion, always lurking around every corner. Hi trouble could you kinda leave me alone this time ? Thanks.

I was on this school trip to the Museum of Natural History, sitting next to my buddy Grover on the bus. Things were going pretty okay until Nancy bobofit, the school bully, started giving Grover a hard time. She started throwing bubble gus at his hair, what the nerve?! I was seething with anger, but i knew i couldn't do anything because i'd get in trouble, I'd been warned before

Then Nancy went too far and started gossiping about Grover, "how bout you shut up Nancy" I told her , Nancy glared at me and the rest of the bus had turned their attention here. "Everything okay Mr Jackson" asked Mr. Brookensmith, their latin teacher, he is awesome, he even brings weapons to class sometimes. I blushed " yes Mr Brookensmith" "well then Mr Jackson, can you answer my question?" Asked Mr Brookensmith, and before I could say no he asked me a question, Damn it

T"Can you tell me who Kronos was in Greek mythology?" I felt relieved , whew I know the answer at least, I confidently replied, "Kronos was the god no titan who took down his dad, Uranus, and then got taken down himself by his kid, Zeus."

Mr. Brookensmith seemed happy with my answer, but then he asked me" how this tied in with real life. "I was caught off guard and couldn't come up with a good answer."umm he uh people should treat sons with respect …?" i could tell Mr. Brookensmith was disappointed."not quite. Study hard Percy it is of great importance"

Feeling a mix of frustration and anger, I grumbled as I sat down . A few minutes later the bus pulled up at the museum, and everyone bounced, but i couldn't with this teacher. Why does he always expect so much of me.

Me and Grover settled down for lunch by the fountain, I watched in disgust as Nancy swiped food from unsuspecting tourists and taunted other kids. "hey man" Grover sighed beside me his shoulders slumped in resignation.

I nudged Grover. "Hey, what's up?."

"Somethings up, I think something not good is about to happen"

Before i could respond, Nancy sauntered over, her sneer evident even from a distance. She eyed Grover's lunch with disgust. "What's this, garbage?" With a swift motion, she snatched Grover's macaroni and tin can, tossing them aside with a scoff.

My blood boiled. "Hey! Leave him alone!" I shouted, rising to my feet.

Nancy just laughed, her voice dripping with malice. "What are you gonna do about it, loser?"

But before I could react, everything seemed to happen in a blur. I felt a surge of power, and suddenly Nancy was stumbling backward, propelled by an invisible force. My heart raced as i tried to process what had just occurred.

As the commotion settled, Mrs. Meyers appeared beside me, her stern gaze fixed on me "Perseus Jackson, what do you think you're doing?"

my mind raced as I tried to come up with an explanation. "I... I didn't mean to..."

Mrs. Meyers cut me off with a sharp look. "Come with me, young man. We need to have a little chat."

I found myself in a small room with Mrs. Meyers, who sternly accused me of causing trouble. Wanting to avoid further confrontation, I meekly apologized, "Sorry, ma'am," and nodded in agreement.

However, things took a bizarre turn when Mrs. Meyers accused me of stealing something. " listen here mortal,give me back he lightning you stole"Confused and trying to sound brave, i stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am".

Mrs. Meyers, now visibly enraged, transformed before my eyes. Wings sprouted from her back, and she somehow managed to look even uglier than before. Percy couldn't help but think, Great, just what I needed – a monster principal.

In a furious frenzy, Mrs. Meyers lunged at Percy, aiming to strike him down. Just as her attack neared, a voice called out, tossing Percy a pen. Instinctively opening it, as the pen revealed a sword distinct male voice, commanding, "Strike, Percy Jackson!"

Drawing on his ADHD-fueled instincts, Percy slashed at Mrs. Meyers just as she was about to attack. The blade cut through the air, and to Percy's surprise, Mrs. Meyers let out a pained scream before turning to .

Stunned by the sudden turn of events, Percy couldn't get what had just happened. Kinda scared, he rushed out of the room, trying to make sense of whatever happened.

As Percy rushed out of the room, Grover caught up to him, concern visible on his face. "What did Mrs. Leaner say?" he asked.

Percy furrowed his brows in confusion. "Who's Mrs. Leaner?" he replied.

Grover looked puzzled. "Our pre-algebra teacher. Did you get expelled or something?"

Percy's mind raced. "But our pre-algebra teacher is Mrs. Meyers," he insisted.

Grover's expression turned even more confused. "Who?"

Percy went around asking everyone about Mrs. Meyers, but they all gave him strange looks and said who? It was as if she had never been there.

Confused and frustrated, Percy found himself discussing the strange situation with Grover once again when Mr. Brookensmith approached them from behind. "Ah, Percy Jackson," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "I believe that pen belongs to me."

Reluctantly, Percy handed over the pen, wondering who gave it to him and why and how and ok a bunch more questions,then mustered the courage to ask, "Do you know Mrs. Meyers?"

Mr. Brookensmith shook his head. "No, Percy, I don't." "Why do you ask, my boy?" he inquired, his tone tinged with concern of some sorts. Great he thinks I've gone mad.

Percy hesitated for a moment before responding, "No reason, sir." His mind raced with questions, but he knew revealing too much would only make him seem weirder than he already was.