Percy Jackson: The Student Finally Outsmarts the Teacher

The Student Finally Outsmarts the Teacher

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—-stop reading 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.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm 18 years old. Until a few months ago, I've always had bad experiences with school. 

Am I a troubled kid? 

Yeah. You could say that.

Things happened to me that I had no explanation for (well, at least back then). These things ranged from a bus exploding to my math teacher attacking me. This results in me being kicked out of many schools. But after the events with the new prophecy, I finally found a college I can go to without causing trouble (hopefully, can't be too careful). This college is a school for half-bloods and is located in Camp Jupiter. And best of all, I get to go with my girlfriend, Annabeth.

Classes have been going on now for a few months, and it's thankfully been uneventful. I mean, I never liked school, but I'm glad that I haven't been getting into trouble. Classes have been easier now that I'm in a school that teaches in a way I can understand. Surprisingly, I've been doing good with my grades (probably due to Annabeth helping me study, without her I most likely would fail). 

Right now, I'm about halfway through my classes of the day. I'm sitting in class, trying my hardest to pay attention, but all I could think about was the date I have planned with Annabeth later. I decided to take her on a picnic after school. But unfortunately, my thoughts were interrupted when I heard my teacher, Mr. Capito. 

"Ok class, today we'll be starting a new topic" he said in a boring tone. "Let's talk about the Battle of Manhattan, which took place in 2009."

My head shot up so fast that I felt pain in my head and neck for a split second. Annabeth noticed my discomfort and gave me a slight glance, but her attention immediately went back to the teacher, also shocked by what he said. My mind started zooming with thoughts, going 100 mph. But one thought was clear, I was going to ace these assignments.

"I have reports written about the battle that I'm going to pass out to all of you. I want everyone to write a 1500-word report about the events and how you think the demi-gods were able to win." Mr. Capito said while walking to his desk and grabbing a stack of papers. 

I heard a few students groan at having to write a report. I probably would have done the same, if it weren't for the fact that I was there during the battle and witnessed everything that had happened. If it weren't for Annabeth and me, the Gods would have been doomed.  I knew that this was going to be easy for us. Well, at least Annabeth, as she made all the battle plans. But I'm sure I won't have much problem either. 

When the teacher came to my desk and dropped off the reports, I immediately got to work, wanting to get this over with. Even though this assignment won't be too hard for me, I don't exactly want to read the events of the battle. Just being there and witnessing it was bad enough. The camp really should have gotten everyone therapists after the battle, especially for the younger campers. But after a few minutes of just reading the reports, I was feeling so many emotions, mainly disappointment and anger. After glancing at Annabeth, I could tell she was feeling something similar to what I was. These reports, if I could even call them that, were not accurate at all. It's like they came straight from Wikipedia. After reading another paragraph, I had enough, and raised my hand. Mr. Capito nodded at me, giving me permission to ask my question.