Percy Jackson: The God Emperor of Mankind

That Voice In My Head Helps Me Vaporize My Teacher

There's that voice in everyone's head, guiding them and telling them what to do and when. Me? I'd say my unluckiness is sticking with me on this one. Lets just say that before I've turned 12 I've may or may not of done a few things on accident at field trips for my classes. I mean there was the time I accidentally dropped my class in a pool at an aquarium, accidentally shot a school bus with a civil war cannon (I mean come on, why was it loaded?), and a fair few others. This is my sixth school in six years and let's just say it hasn't exactly gotten much better especially with this voice in my head. Now I know everyone has one, but this isn't the normal one of your own voice, this one is different. For some reason it's always talking about someone named Horus and his betrayal with others, something about his finest warriors, the warp, whatever that is, chaos, though that's my everyday life, and weirdest of all, me. I know, I know, my own head talking about me? Crazy right but with everything else it's said it's a little odd and slightly unsettling.

Anyways you should probably know who I am, my name is Percy Jackson, I'm 12 and in sixth grade, also I have ADHD and dyslexia, but you've probably heard about me on the news plenty so no real need to drone on. But here we are, yet another field trip, me in a museum of priceless things, what could possibly go wrong?

Before I forget, some people you should know, first off my Latin teacher Mr. Bunner, he was wheelchair bound but was absolutely awesome, one of those teachers that have the coolest rooms (he had a set of roman armor and weapons) and most of all he was one of the teachers that wouldn't give up on kids. Then there's my best Grover, he was a scrawny kid. Probably was held back a few years too considering he already had acne and a little trace of a beard. Another thing of note is that he's crippled, has some muscular disease thing in his legs and you could tell with every step he took it looked like it hurt, well any time it wasn't enchilada day at the cafeteria because oh boy could he run, I swear he puts Olympic sprinters to shame. Finally there's Nancy Bobofit, she's a redheaded, kleptomaniac, devil child. All the way into the city she was doing nothing but hitting Grover in the back of the head with wads of peanut butter sandwiches, and let me tell you I don't like her, Grover doesn't, but oh boy does that voice in my head not like her.

"Slaaneshi Daemon" I hear it say "Smite her down, kill her", now I don't understand what exactly the whole demon thing was but I'm on board with killing her

"I'm gonna kill her," I mumbled to Grover beside me

"It's fine man, I like peanut butter" he says, trying to make me feel better about the situation

As soon as he finished saying that my instincts kicked in, almost as if I could see it before it happened, another piece of peanut butter sandwich came flying from behind us and I tugged Grover to the side to dodge it.

"How did you know that was coming?" He asks me in near disbelief

"I don't know, I just did," I say as I begin to stand up, "What I do know is that enough is enough."

"You can't Perce, your on probation, remember?" he said as he pulled me back into my seat

Stupid headmaster probation threat. Let's just say he knew of my... shall I call it 'reputation' for field trip mishaps. he basically threatened me with death through in-school suspension should I cause anything even remotely interesting to happen. To be honest I think I should of just decked her across the face, probably would have made things a whole lot easier for future me.

Mr. Brunner led the tour of the museum. He rode up to the front of the group guiding us past large galleries, past stuff in glass cases and tall marble statues. It just blew my mind how so much could survive for two or three thousand years. Mr. Brunner soon gathered us around a stone column with a sphinx on the top and was telling us about how it was a grave marker for a young girl, a Stele. I was trying my best to listen to what he was saying but it was really hard with everyone around me talking. Every time I told them to shut up and listen Mrs. Dodds, our other chaperone who was the algebra teacher, would give me the evil eye.