𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆 - 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔

Chapter 1 - Percy accidentally vaporizes our pre-algebra teacher

Today was yet another horrible day in Yancy Academy for troubled kids to which Percy and I definitely belonged to, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

Most days, while inside the actual building, life was boring as hell. It was wake up, go to class, do homework, sleep, repeat. There wasn't much time for any other activities - purposely so as at least half of the students were there because of their criminal habits. Currently, however, we were on one of the field trips which might've just been there so no one sues the school for not letting us see the light of the day.

At this very moment, we were walking through the museum as our professor, Mr. Brunner - whom my brother adored for some reason, was telling us about Greek mythology. I zoned out for a while, but Percy smacked my arm again forcing me to look at him. I glared which he completely ignored when the Latin teacher asked him a question.

"Mr. Jackson." He said, "did you have a comment?"

Oh, I think as I notice the ugly Nancy laughing at my twin. They were bickering. Just before, she was bulling Grover, throwing her sandwich at him. Grover was to Percy what Marissa was to me, so naturally when she did shit like this, the idiot I share a face with got us both detention from the now glaring Mrs. Dodds - the math teacher. I have never in my life met someone as creepy as her. Mari, unfortunately for me and very fortunately for her, did not get kicked out from every school in the state forcing her to attend this hellhole. She was now miles away in a normal high school.

"No, sir." Percy answered him, his face bright red.

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele he was explaining. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I look up and see the all to familiar story our mum told us a million times.

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" He said, but our teacher wasn't satisfied and asked him to explain further.

"He didn't trust his kids, who were the gods." He previously said that the titan was a god, which he should've know better, apparently. "So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" Said one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," He ignored her, "and the gods won."

"Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'" Nancy complained annoyingly.

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered beside me which earned him one horrible grimace.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed as a literal snake.

"Hey, buddy." I tell him. "If you don't want Percy or me to get involved in kicking her ass, don't provoke her comments." Because we were a fingernail's distance from actually doing that. It was all over Percy's face and if he mingled I sure as everything was too. He wasn't the only one who didn't like bullies. Besides, mum thought us a long time ago that men should never put their hands on a girl and I wasn't allowing my brother break mum's teachings. Thankfully she had a daughter.

"I don't know, sir." Percy answered the question I've already forgotten.

"I see." Mr. Brunner, disappointed for a reason unknow to us. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard-" I don't even want to know how mustard tasted to Ancient Greeks if they thought this would happen to a Titan if he ate it. "-and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach." Family dinners must've been fun. "The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"