I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher
- I remember that! - Grover exclaimed excitedly.
-How can you do this by accident? - Apollo asks consfursed.
- If you know Ariel, it's easy. - Nico replies, causing Ariel to give him an offended look.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
- None of us want to be! - says Thalia, to which all half bloods nod.
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 often it ends with the half-blood dying a painful and ugly death.
- This is true? - Hestia asks worriedly and the other gods also look worriedly at the children. How bad can it be to be a half-blood?
- Even worse than that. - Ariel snorted mockingly.
If you're a normal kid and you're reading this book because you think the story is fiction from beginning to end, that's fine. Feel free to read on! I envy for thinking that none of this is true, that is really didn't happen.
-How poetic little Ariel is. - Will says with a laugh.
But if you recognize yourself on these pages and feel that somethong is disturbing you in the depths of you soul, stop reading immediately! You might be one of us. And once you realize that's the case, it's only a matter of time before they figure it out, and then they'll come for you.
Don't say i didn't warn you!
- You didn't warn us! - they say dramarically.
My name is Ariel Jackson. I am a sixteen years old. A few months ago I was still a boarding student at Yancy Academy. This is a private scool in upstade New York for troubled children.
Am I a troubled kid?
- You really are. - Annabeth says with a giggle.
- I'd rather call Ariel the unluckiest person. - says Grover.
- So I'd rather say the problem is on me. - Ariel says offended. The gods look at the girl with interest.
Yeah, you could say that.
- You see? and you agree with yourself? - says Nico. Hermes looks at the girl with interest, maybe she is his daughter? Or maybe your soulmate?
I cold have started proving it any point in my short and pathetic life, but things really only started to take a turn for the worse last May when the class went on a field trip to Manhattan. Thirty dili children and two teachers are on their way to the Metropolitan Museum in a yellow school bus to look at ancient Greek and Roman works.
- It sounds wonderful. - says Athena.
- I would love to see it. - Annabeth says.
- Boring. - say Hermes and Apollo at the same time.
I know this sounds like real torture. Most of Yancy's class trips are like this.
Annabeth and Athena glare at her.
But this trip was led by Mr. Brunner, our mythology teacher, so I had some hope.
Mr. Brunner is a middle-aged man and uses a motorized wheelchair. His hair is thinning, his beard is scraggly, and he always wears a shabby jacket that smells of coffee. You wouldn't think he's smart, but he tells us stories and jokes and lets us play in his lessons. He had an amazing, almost divine collection of Greek and Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class I Didn't fall asleep in.
