Yancy Academy reads the titans curse

MY RESCUE OPERATION GOES VERY WRONG

"Where are we?!" A girl screeched.

"OW!"

"SHUT UP!"

"CALLLMMM!" I screeched. A woman stood up she looked fifty years old but always wore a black leather jacket. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Arturo. Nice to meet you Mrs Dodds." I smiled. "I don't mean harm. Just want you to read a book called Percy Jackson The Titans Curse. We missed 2 books so.

Explaining

"You want us.. to read about him?" A girl asked. She has black hair and well the uniform. "That's what he just said." A guy yelled. "Alright Asher." "Sit down Cath."

"I'll read." Asher said. Cath followed to help.

MY RESCUE OPERATION GOES VERY WRONG

"Hah! Can't even save anyone!" Nancy chuckled.

"So we ignore that Mrs Dodds nearly killed Percy?"

"Yeah."

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.

"You have friends?" Maria asked.

It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much. Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about me.

Alecto gulped. Isn't that where Nico and Bianca is..

Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh, yeah. This'll be fun."

Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Mom! Take me there!" Cath begged. She was kicked by Asher.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" my mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom," I said. "I don't know how long it will take. We'll be okay."

"But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

"It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."

My mom seemed to relax a little. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod ever to hit eighth grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps me from getting killed. She's right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"I'm still questioning the whole demigod thing.."

"Who is Percy's godly parent?" A hunter of Artemis asked. Her name, Quinn.

"Poseidon." I smiled.

"All right, dears," my mom said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."