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ɪ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴀᴘᴏʀɪꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇ-ᴀʟɢᴇʙʀᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ
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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
The demigods in the great hall nodded while the wizards seemed confused. 'Are they prejudiced too?' The wixen all thought. The gods were worried when they saw their children agreeing.
If you're seeing this because you think you might be one, my advice is: stop this movie right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
"My deer Percy is giving advice! Is the world ending?" Astrea exclaimed in fake shock getting laughs and looks from the people in the hall.
"That was actually some good advice though" Annabeth says as she gives Percy a kiss on the check, causing the Aphrodite cabin and The Goddess herself to squeal in happiness.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
The demigods just continued nodding.
If you're a normal kid, watching this because you think it's fiction, great. Watch on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these scenes – if you feel something stirring inside – stop the movie 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.
"You didn't warn me" Nico said from between the couch were Astrea and Apollo were cuddling him.
My name is Percy Jackson.
"NO! Its Peter Johnson!" All the campers screamed together.
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" was the answer that came from the campers.
Yeah. You could say that.
" At least he's self aware" Thalia snorted while Aster laughed at the teasing.
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, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
"Sounds amazing!" All the Ravenclaws, bookworms, Athena cabin, and Athena herself said.
I know – it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

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