Chapter 1: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher.
The chapter's title had those who didn't know the story confused. How could you vaporize a teacher?
Eliana, Annabeth, Clarisse, and Grover snorted. They all remembered what had happened.
Percy made it happen while Grover was there for it. But, the other three had heard the story from Grover and Percy.
Look I didn't want to be half-bloods. If you're reading this because you might be one, my advice is:
"Oh no, Seaweed Brain's giving advice. Duck for cover!" Thalia exclaimed, as she ducked down to the floor.
"Hey! My advice can't be that bad!" Percy told her. "Percy, hate to break it to. But, your advice usually gets us killed." Eliana told him.
"Like yours is any better." Clarisse told her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Eliana asked her.
"Nothing, Ana." The older girl answered.
Close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life.
"That's actually some good advice Seaweed Brain." Thalia told Percy.
Being a half-blood is dangerous.
"Check." Eliana said.
It's scary.
"Check." Nico said.
Most of the time it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
"Check." Thalia said.
The gods exchanged looks. It couldn't be that bad right?
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, stop reading immediately.
"Also some more good advice. Who are you and what have you done with Percy Jackson?" Nico asked him shocked, making Percy flip him off.
You might be one of us and once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it to. And, they'll come for you.
"Who's they?" Scott asked.
"Monsters." The demigods answered.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
"You didn't warn us!" Nico exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Sorry, Neeks." Eliana apologized, as she ruffled his hair.
My name is Percy Jackson.
"No, it's Perry Johnson!" All of the demigods exclaimed.
I'm 12 years old. Until a few months ago I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I troubled kid?
"Yes!" The demigods yelled, making Percy huff and cross his arms.
Yeah. You could say that.
"Well, at least you're self aware Prissy." Clarisse stated.
I could start at any point, in my short, 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 school bus, heading to the metropolitan museum of art to look at Ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
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