Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

Those are some really big socks

The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled. Mr. Brunner called me and Percy back inside.

For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about are eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.

"Percy, Joey," he said in a calm voice. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."

His tone was kind, but the words still stung. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could definingly hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me her friends all laughing in the background.

I mumbled, "Okay, sir."

"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

My eyes stung as I struggled to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes.

Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.

"Right," Percy said, trembling.

"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you two aren't normal. That's nothing to be—"

"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot for reminding us."

"Joey—"

But we were already gone.

On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my light blue suitcase. I've packed it up a thousand times but this time was different.

The other girls were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was just little orphan girl Joey, I was a nobody, from a family of nobody's.

They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.

What I didn't tell them was that me and Percy would have to get a summer job. Walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend are free time worrying about where we'd go to school in the fall.

"Oh," one of the Girls said. "That's lame, but hey what did we expect from you."

the whole room busted into laughter. I couldn't hold it back anymore, tears began to fall down my face. I grabbed my suit case and bolted out of the room. I couldn't wait until I got out of there.

Then they went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.

The only person I actually dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as me and Percy, so there we were, together again, heading into the city. like the three musketeers, only lamer.

During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd always assumed he was just worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.

I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"

Percy shot me a slightly shocked look. He clearly wasn't expecting me to confront Grover.