Cyrus Acksexon and the Olympic: Electronic Document

I accidentally empty my old algebra teacher

Look, I didn't mean to be half blood.

If you are reading because you think you can be alone, then my advice is: close this book now.

Believe the lies your mother or father tells you about your birth and try to live a normal life.

It is dangerous to have half the blood. That's fine. It often kills in a painful, dirty way.

If you are a normal child, read this because you think it is good. I annoy you by reading.

He could not believe any of that had happened.

If you know yourself in these pages - if you seem to be confusing something with reading.

One time. You can be one of us. When you know that, there is just a good time ahead of you

Find him and they will come to you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I am twelve years old. A few months ago I was a concept student at Yensi Academy, a private person.

Schools hurting children in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled child?

Yes, you can say that.

I could start proving this somewhere in my bad little life, but then things started to get really bad. May, when my sixth-grader ran a farm in Manhattan-28 children with intellectual disabilities The teacher took the yellow school bus to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and saw ancient Greece And romanticism.

I know abuse. This is Yancey's most common trip.

Still, Mr Brunner, a Latin teacher, followed this path and so he hopes.

Brunner was a middle-aged person on a wheelchair motorcycle. She has hair and scrubs.

Jackets like jackets and coffee. Don't think it's good. Tell stories and jokes and play in class. It also has this wonderful Roman collection. Armor and weapons, so it was the teacher who stopped me from sleeping in class.

I hope the trip goes well. I, at least, never went down without explaining myself.

I was wrong?

You see, I'm in a bad position when travelling. As a fifth-grader when I was in Saratoga.

On the battlefield I was with the canon of the revolutionary war. I didn't get on the school bus.

Of course I was kicked out. Earlier, in my fourth-grade school, when crossing a great windy dam, I hit the wrong handle on the road. The class is not planned. And recently ... Well, you've got an idea.

For this trip, I decided to do good deeds. Around town I did red cannabis kleptomania with Nancy Bobofit. Guess. My best friend the Grover on the back of his head cut a sandwich with butter and peanut sauce.

Grover was an easy target. She was thin. He screamed when he was disappointed. He may have been arrested To varying degrees because he was the only one in the sixth grade who suffered from acne and had a thick beard. Plus, he collapsed. He had a letter accusing RE of his life Because he suffers from a muscle disease on his feet. He was walking in a funny way, as if every movement hurt him Do not be fooled! You should have watched it while there was an enchilada day at the cafe.

Anyway, Nancy threw a bunch of popovit sandwiches who clung to her curly brown hair and knew it. Threat to the host. He died at school, bad things, confusion, funny things, and so on. This happened along the way.