Mind over matter/Percy Jackson x oc

Turned our teacher into dust

Beauty, money and even intelligence Kassandra lives like a princess in a gilded palace. After meeting a certain boy named Percy Jackson, Kassi's life becomes even more dangerous. The truth about her identity and parentage is revealed, leading her into the world of myths and legends, where NOTHING IS EVER WHAT IT SEEMS. This world brings him some problems, because the fate of the world doesn't rest solely in Percy's hands. To my great sadness, I don't own Percy Jackson, only Kassandra. Because Percy Jackson belongs to only one person, Rick Riordan, I hope you'll enjoy my fan fiction, even if it's my first, so good luck, my friends.

Why did you bother to open this stupid book, I ask you, why? This story is an agglomeration of distress, feeling, betrayal and especially it's my story of course I tell it to you but I don't really want to talk about it you know the kind. But I don't suppose you have anything more to do than read this story, do you?

I absolve myself of any responsibility for family disasters, destruction of property or death after reading this book if any of that sort of thing happens. Don't say that girl didn't warn me. I myself have never forced anyone to read anything. So if you're smart. If you feel fear. Close this book now, it might give you a glimpse of the truth about yourself and your parentage.

After all these warnings Only fools would stay here. If you've continued on to this sentence, you're probably one of those fools. My name is Kassandra Knight, or Kassi as I like to be called.

A few months ago, in my sixth year at Yancy Academy after, shall we say, changing schools every year, my uncle Jonathan decided to enroll me in a boarding school for problem children. Should you consider me a problem child?

To tell you the truth, I've been an orphan since I was seven years old, when I lived with my father until he died on a business trip on the way to California. I never knew my mother, who disappeared after giving birth to me, so my uncle took custody of me and looks after me. I have to say that I feel bad about having been kicked out of practically every school I went to, especially because of my uncle, who often played on his and my father's relationship to get me enrolled in the most prestigious schools in the country, but it always ended badly (you might think, but where do they get the money for all this?).

Before his death, my father had succeeded in using the family inheritance to create a company called "Knight Industries", which enabled him to increase his wealth even though the inheritance was already quite substantial, so you could say that I'm a rich heiress, but never mind, it all started with a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan to look at Greco-Roman antiquities, nothing good ever happens to me on school outings - one day I freed some animals from a zoo and ended up getting fired, you see, bad luck, or even at a performance of Aladdin where I caused an accident with the lights and boom. I hoped that everything would go well, especially as our Latin teacher Mr Brunner was the one leading the excursion and my statue of favorite student in Latin class was at stake.

During the trip, Nancy Bobofit, a redheaded kleptomaniac, targeted one of my friends, Grover Underwood, with chunks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. She was taking advantage, of course, because Grover was handicapped and a little skinny, too, but he loved enchiladas.

"I'm going to kill her," Percy Jackson grumbled.

Grover tried to calm him down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

Percy was my best friend, I'd known him for many years, he was a kind and funny person and ...that made him cute, even if you could tell he was also very troubled. He was about to get up to confront Nancy, so Grover and I forced him back to his seat. Grover spoke first.