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Chapter 1

Everyone sat down for breakfast when a loud Boom was heard . Everyone coughed dust and saw a projector and a few CD's . The projector turned on and there stood Persephone Jackson in all her glory.

" Hello i am Persephone Jackson , we are bridging the gap between two worlds . I know bookhead you're gonna say this is a stupid idea but might I remind you that you supported it " she said and the transmission was cut .

The lights in the hall dimmed and time was stopped . Chairs were turned into sofas and the place resembled a theater .

My name is Persephone or Percy Jackson . 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 New York.

Am I troubled kid ?

Yeah. You could say that .

I could start at any point in my 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 bus , heading to the Metropolitian Museum of Arts to look at Ancient Greek and Roman stuff .

I know it sounds like torture . Most Yancy field trips were

Remus snorted slightly and his friends raised a brow at him.

But Mr Brunner , our Latin teacher was leading this trip so I had hoped

"Wait a minute , Of all names he chose BRUNNER " exclaimed Remus laughing and then blushing in embarrassment when everyone saw him .

" Do you know what is happened , Mr.Lupin " asked Dumbledore and Remus was going to open his mouth when thunder boomed . "As you heard Professor I can't tell " he said putting his hands up in defeat .

Mr.Brunner was a middle aged guy in a motorized wheelchair . He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket , which always smelt like coffee . You wouldn't think he'd be cool , but he told us some stories and jokes and let us play games in class

"Cool " exclaimed Sirius , already liking Mr Brunner

He also had this awesome collection of Roman Armour and weapons , so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep .

I hoped this trip would be ok . At least I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble

Remus snorted at the irony

Boy, was i wrong
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth grade school , when we went to Saratoga Battlefield . I had this accident with a revolutionary War Cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus , but if course I got expelled anyway. And before that , at my fourth grade school when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Matine World Shark Pool, i sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unexpected swim . And the time before that ... Well you get the idea

Remus shoock his head fondly and rolled his eyes . James eyed him wearily and Lily just raised a brow .

This trip i was determined to be good .

All the way into the city i put up with Nancy Bobofut, the freckly red-headed kleptomanic girl , hitting my best friend , Grover , in the back of the head with chunks of Penut Butter and Ketchup Sandwich .

Grover was an easy target . He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He mustve been held back several grades , because he was the only sixth grader with acne and a start of a wispy beard on his chin . On top of that he was crippled . He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life .