Mind over matter/Percy Jackson x oc

We are knitting the socks of my destiny (I hope they are dry)

I was used to having a weird experience from time to time, but they usually ended quickly. But this permanent hallucination, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, was unbearable. For the rest of the school year, I had the impression that everyone at the boarding school was pulling our leg. The students all behaved as if they were absolutely convinced that Mrs. Kerr - a vivacious young blonde woman I'd never seen before she boarded our school bus at the end of the field trip - had been our math teacher since Christmas.

Occasionally Percy would hint at Dodds, hoping they'd betray the farce we were going through, but in the end he'd look at him like he was crazy.

I almost came to believe that Dodds didn't exist.

Almost.

Grover could fool us. Every time we mentioned Mrs. Dodds, he'd hesitate and then say she didn't exist. But we both knew he was lying.

Something was going on. Something had happened in the museum.

I didn't have time to think about it during the day, but at night Mrs Dodds haunted my nightmares with wings and claws.

The weather continued to go haywire, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm shattered my window panes. I already had a phobia of lightning and thunderstorms, so I was really scared.

A few days later, the strongest tornado ever recorded in the Hudson Valley passed within eighty kilo meters of Yancy. Among other topical phenomena, we had studied in class the unusual number of small planes that had crashed into the Atlantic in a sudden gust of wind during the year.

My notes have remained more or less the same.

As for Percy, he wasn't so lucky: his grades went from D to F, and he was more often than not thrown out of class.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked him for the millionth time why he was too lazy to study spelling tests, he cracked. And called him an old sot . The following week he received a letter from Yancy saying he wouldn't be taking him on for the following really made me sad to think that Percy wouldn't be here next year.

I tried to reassure her, but I felt it wasn't working.

The end-of-year exam week was approaching, so I spent my time revising, I concentrated on my Latin subject for some reason it seemed important, after hours of revision I went for a walk, most of the teachers' desks were empty but there was one that lit up dimly that of Mr. Brunner, I approached and saw Percy listening at the door, he was holding his mythology book in his hand.

"What are you doing here" I whispered to him.

He put his finger in front of his mouth to tell me to be quiet and gave me a "listen" sign in the direction of the door. Of course I listened.

"Alone this summer," Grover said.

"I mean, a Kindly One in school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too..."

"We'd only be making things worse by rushing them," said Brunner." These kids need to mature more. "

"But they may not have the time. The summer solstice deadline..."

"Will have to be resolved without them, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can. "

"But they've seen her, sir..."

"Their imaginations," insisted Mr. Brunner. The Mist on the students and teachers will be enough to convince him of that. "

After a moment Grover spoke again.