Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

Secrets

I was used to the occasional weird experience, I'm a pretty weird girl, but usually they were over fairly quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me and Percy. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom I was sure I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip—had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.

Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was a psycho.

It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed. That me and Percy had had some weird joined hallucination.

Almost.

But Grover couldn't fool me. When either of us mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I just knew he was lying.

Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum. something fishier than my fish and salt sandwich, and that's pretty darn fishy.

I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.

Percy and I discussed it together, but it seemed so hard to believe. It felt like the plot of some weird book to movie adaptation or something?

The freak weather continued, which definitely didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in Percy's dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. If I wasn't unlucky before then no one could deny it now, heck even One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to F---s. Which, yes do exist. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class. Percy was already told he couldn't come back next year, so my motivation to be a good student had practically left the building.

Then I snapped. Nancy came up to me one day and told me I looked like an eight year old. Which to be fair was kinda true but that was definitely not the right time to bring it up. Lets just say I punched her in the face a few too many times. Before I knew it I was siting in the principles office as he told me I would not be allowed to attend Yancy next year.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine.

I was homesick.

I wanted to go back to my room, give sally a hug. I didn't even care if I had too go to public school or if I had to put up with Percy's step dad smelly Gabe. I just wanted to go home.

And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survive next year without me and Percy.

I'd miss Latin class, too—Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could actually do well.

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't exactly sure why, but I'd started to kinda believe him. I could tell by the look in Percy's eyes that he did to.

The evening before the final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing figure eights as if they were ice scatting. There was absolutely no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.