1| Percy Accidentally Vaporized Our Teacher
My name is Y/N L/N.
I'm currently twelve years old, same as my best friend Percy. We go to a boarding school called Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Nope, that's Percy's job in our school and neighborhood. Today our sixth-grade class went on 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.
Most of Yancy's field trips were always boring. But Mr Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so me and Percy had our hopes.
Mr Brunner is this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He has thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.
All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, hitting my other best friend, Grover.
Percy:*mumble* 'I'm going to kill her.'
Grover: 'It's okay. I like peanut butter.'
Grover dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch. I can see Percy's face turn into anger.
Percy: 'That's it.'
He started to get up, and Grover was about to pull him back down onto his seat. But I grabbed Percy first, and I shoved him back down.
Y/N: 'Stop it. You're already on probation. You know who'll get blamed if anything happens.'
Grover: 'Yes.'
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. 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 our age. I didn't bother listening since I already know this, Percy to an interest to it, but when our classmates would talk, he would tell them to shut up. When he did Mrs Dodds, would give him the evil eye.
I stare at her, and I know what it is doing here. That's why Grover and I are here, well Grover is here to protect Percy. I'm here to kill this... bitch. Oh, and I also know who my Greek God father is and we'll get to that later.
Percy: 'I don't think Mrs Dodds is a human.'
Grover: *serious* 'You're absolutely right.'
Mr Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I saw Percy turn around.
Percy: 'Will you shut up?'
Mr Brunner: 'Mr Jackson, did you have a comment?'
Percy: 'No, sir.'
Mr Brunner: 'Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?'
Percy: 'That's Kronos eating his kids, right?'
Mr Brunner: 'Yes.'*not satisfied* 'And he did this because...'
Percy: 'Well... Kronos was the king god, and-'
Mr Brunner: 'God?'
Percy: 'Titan. And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? 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-'
Girl: 'Eeew!'
Percy: '-and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans, and the gods won.'
Nancy: *mumble* 'Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job application, "Please explain why Kronos ate his kids".'
