Lightnings Twin (Oc X Pjo) [REWRITE]

Evil Math Teachers(No Suprise There)

You know, being a half blood was pretty neat, ignoring monsters trying to kill you, gods trying to kill you, things trying to kill you in general. Or any of the side affects of being one like ADHD or Dyslexia(Honestly skill issue, also you wouldn't believe how long it took me to spell that).

My name is Caelus Grace. Yes, like the Thaila Grace.

I'm fifteen years old. Technically. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student and student helper at Yancey Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could most definitely say that. But that wasn't why I was at Yancey, the reason I was at Yancey was because a neat little thing of... honestly I don't know. Arty had me come here to help Chiron on recruiting a hero. What I wasn't expecting was waiting half a year under cover. Very fun.

You would not believe the amount of people who confessed to me. Anyways, that's not what's important... at the moment at least.

The undercover mission as Mr. Chiron's, or Mr Brunner as he went by at Yancey, student assistant was boring to say the least. Sure I had made friends with the target, one Percy Jackson. But besides that nothing. No monster attacks, no big deals, no weird happenings, just a old and evil math teacher. So nothing out of the ordinary.

Oh yeah except the fact the math teacher was one of the fury's. But Chiron told me I couldn't do anything until she made a move first. That was never smart but he didn't listen.

Anyways, shit got real last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan— twenty-eight mental-case kids a blind student assistant and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. Such an amazing trip for me to go on, I'm gonna be able to see SOOOOOO much.

Back on topic.

Mr. Brunner was the chaperone so I wasn't as worried.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. Unlike how he really is, a man with a horse for the lower half of his body.

I hoped the trip would go okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't have to fight anything.

Boy, was I wrong.

All the way into the city, I put up with having to politely tell Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, to stop hitting my friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. Due to his true identity as a Styar he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was "crippled". He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had "some kind of muscular disease" in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. But again, this was just a ruse for the mortals going to Yancey.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because she was that damn bats baby girl. And any time I was to harsh on her here comes the bullshit punishments, I was technically still a student so that fury could punish me.

"I'm going to kill her," Percy mumbled as I sat back down on the edge of the seat.

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