Chapter 1:Jason
Jason wanted to know more about what Percy Jackson did. No one ever talked about his quests or what he did, they just talked about what a good, dumb, and loyal friend he was.

Jason decided to ask Piper and Leo what they knew about this guy. So he went to find them.

Leo was working on the Argo II with his siblings and Tyson, as usual. And today, Piper was helping him. Jason went up to them and said "Hey."

Leo looked up from the engine he was perfecting and asked, "Hey, do you know anything about this guy, Percy Jackson?"

"Funny, that's what I was thinking." Jason said.

Then Clarisse, Annabeth, and Nico walked out of the woods.

"Talking about Prissy?" The daughter of the war god smirked.

"Prissy?" The three new campers had a confused look on their faces.

"Percy. Whatever." Clarisse mumbled.

Then Piper said. "We just want to know what he did."

"Oh, he did a lot of things," answered Annabeth. Jason noticed that Annabeth had a faraway look in her eyes like she was taking a stroll down memory lane. Jason wondered how many heroic thing this guy did.

He was about to ask when Leo piped up, "What kind of things?"

Then a girl's voice said, "Everything."

Jason turned and saw…

"Thalia!" Annabeth cried. "What are you doing here?"

"Lady Artemis wanted me to help you guys build the ship," the daughter of Zeus shrugged.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" Thalia scowed.

"I was thinking" Nico began, "that instead of 'everything', 'stupid things' fit better"

"So true," someone mused from around the corner.

"The Stoll brothers are spying on us." Jason thought. Then someone else wailed "NOOOOOOOOO! THAT'S RULE NUMBER ONE! NEVER GIVE AWAY YOUR POSITION! NOOOOOOOOO!"

Then Chris Rodriguez, Jake Mason, Katie Gardener, Will Solace, Conner and Trevor Stoll walked out from around the corner.

Jason scowled. "Were you guys all eavesdropping on us?

"Nah," Jake replied, "We came because someone shouted 'Thalia!' Those two" He pointed the Stolls. "were already here."

The Travis scowled at Jake. And then asked "Talking about Percy?"

Jason was about to answer when Piper said "Yea. We just want to know what he did."

"Well. We don't know everything,"Conner began, "but we know" Then there was a flash of light and BOOM! Everything went dark.

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When Piper opened her eyes, she was sitting cross-legged on a white sofa next to Jason, Nico, Thalia, and Leo. Sitting across from her on a longer sofa was Annabeth, Clarisse, Travis, Conner, Jake, Katie, and Chris. They were in what looked like someone's living room. There was a door on each side of the room.

"Where are we?" Nico asked.

"I don't-," Annabeth began. But then there was another flash of light and a book with a note taped to it fell on the coffee table. Annabeth picked up the book.

"What does the note say?"

"How do we get out?"

"What's the book about?"

"Do we have to read it?"

"When-"

"BE QUIET!" Annabeth shouted over all the questions. "I'LL READ THE NOTE!"

And she began:

"Dear Heroes,

We have noticed that some of you wanted to know about the adventures of Percy Jackson.

So we told the Muses to write books about him from his point of view. There are five books in the 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' series and two books in 'The Heroes of Olympus' series. You will not be able to leave until you have finished all seven books. While you are here, time in the outside world will be frozen. There is a kitchen when you open the right door, bedrooms and bathrooms when you open the left. When you have finished one book, the next book will appear. Enjoy!

Sincerely,

The Fates"

"OMG!"Thalia shouted. "We get to see what goes on in Kelp Head's head! AWESOME!"

"Blackmail!" The Stoll brothers grinned.

"Ok, well we should start," Jason said. "Who wants to read first?"

"I do! I do!" shrieked Travis, who was hopping up and down like a monkey.

Suddenly, two skeleton hands shot out of the floor and held Travis's feet to the ground. "Jeez," said Nico. "No need to be a-"

"MONKEY!" Conner shouted in Travis's face.

Annabety sighed but still gave Travis the book and he began;

I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

Travis began:

CHAPTER ONE: I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

"How'd he do that?" Jason asked.

"Keyword: 'accidentally'" Thalia replied.

The three new campers all had a confused look. "Meaning?" Piper asked.

"Kelp Head never does anything on purpose." Thalia replied with a shurg.

"Oh."

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

Everyone snorted.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

"OMG!OMG!" Nico shouted. "Percy's giving out advice! Don't listen!"

"Why?" Leo asked.

It was Annabeth who answered: "Cause they're usaully good ways to get killed."

close this book right now. Believe what-ever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Piper didn't think this was bad advice.

"Too late." Jake said. "We're stuck here till we finish."

Being a half-blood is dangerous.


"Too true." Nico agreed. "It's also scray."

It's scary.

Clarisse smirked at Nico, who said "This is really bad. I'm thinking like him."

Piper didn't get what was so bad about thinking like a really brave hero.

Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

Katie snorted and said "Yea, he finally saying something that normal demigods would say."

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

"We all do, Prissy." Clarisse said. "No need stating the obvious."

But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

"They?" Leo asked.

All the older campers looked at him with a shocked expersion on they're faces.

"What?" Leo asked.

Annabeth blinked and said "Nothing. We just thought no one could be as slow as Percy."

Leo didn't seem to take that as a insult. He just smiled and said "Thanks!" like he had just won an award.

"Wow," Piper thought.

Don't say I didn't warn you

At this, everyone got up and shouted at the book: "YOU DIDN'T WARN ME!"

My name is Percy Jackson.

"No," said Thalia, "It's Peter Johnson."

Everyone laughed. Again, the three new campers were confused.

Annabeth saw there confused looks, she explained "That's what our camp director called him.

Piper didn't know who their camp director was but decieded that she'll most likely find out in the book.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York[b]

[b]Am I a troubled kid?

Everyone snorted and Clarisse said "Yea, you are."

Piper wondered why Clarisse said that. She didn't ask but Leo did.

'Why?" Leo asked.

Nico muttered "You'll see."

Yeah. You could say that.

"See? Even he agrees with us." Nico said with a grin on his face.

"WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP COMMENTING AT EVERY SENTENCE? WE SHOULD AT LEAST GET THROUGH THE FIRST CHAPTER BEFORE DINNER!" Annabeth shouted.

"How do you know what time it is?" Nico asked with a smirk on his face, Piper thought that Nico was excited at proving Annabeth wrong for the first time.

"There's a clock on the wall behind you."

"Oh," and the smirk fell right off Nico's face. Piper was trying hard not to laugh at Nico's expression.

"It's 3 p.m. and Travis," Annabeth said. "would you please start to read?"

"Sure."

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"It sounds like torture." The Stoll brothers and Leo said.

"Does not!" argued Annabeth.

"Does too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"READ!"

"Fine."

I know,it sounds like torture.

"HA!"

Most Yancy field trips Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

All the old campers snickered "Hopes, like they'll happen."

Now Piper really wondered what Percy Jackson did.

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. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"Sounds like Chiron," Piper said.

Annabeth shurgged "It is."

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Thalia muttered "Keep on saying that and you might believe it."

"Um, Thalia," Annabeth said. You know you're talking to a book."

"Oh."

Everyone laughed.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips.

"Bad things happen to you everywhere, not just on field trips, Seaweed Brain."

Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga
battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

The Stoll brothers had a grin on their faces. "How could he-" Conner began. "-Not be our brother?" Travis finished.

"KEEP READING!" Annabeth screamed at Travis.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

"Not gonna happen anytime soon dude." Jake muttered.

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

"Ew" Piper thought.

And at the same time, Thalia said "Ew."

"Just what I was thiking."

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because 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.


"Way to blow your cover, goat-boy."

"Thalia, you're talking to a book. Again."

"Shut up, corpse-breath."

"HEY!"

"READ!"

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 I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"Poor guy," said none other then the children of Hermes.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.

"DO IT! DO IT!" all the boys and Clarisse chanted.

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

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there.

In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

"True," Annabeth muttered.

"What happened?" Piper, Leo, and Jason asked.

It was Will who answered "You'll see."

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Thanx!

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

"So that's why he always called her that." Nico said to himself.

Piper didn't know what he was talking about, and no one else (execpt Annabeth, who nodded at Nico comment) knew either.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn.

"That would be Nico." Piper said.

"HEY!"

"It is true, in a way," Will mused.

She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet,

"That is annoying" Nico and Annabeth said together.

And I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

"Way to blow your cover, goat boy."

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"

It came out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

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

My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."

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

I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied.

"And he did this because ..."

"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god,

"GOD?" Everyone shouted.

"Seaweed brain."

"Kelp head."

"READ!" Jake shouted.

"god?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," I corrected myself. "And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. 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.

'Kind of, but no really.' Piper thought.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."

"That much fighting," Jason said " and he sums it up in a sentence. Wow."

"You don't wanna know what else." Clarisse snickered.

Piper wanted to ask but she knew all she was gonna get was a 'you'll find out.'

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "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.'"

"It could happen" Annabeth began. "Only if you work in a museum." Thalia finished.

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

"Busted."Nico said.

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Oh no, now I think like goat-boy too."

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard 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. 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?"

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

"Is that even a word?"Annabeth asked.

"I don't know-"Travis began

"-or care."Conner finished.

"READ!"

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go— intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I wanted to get angry; this guy pushed me so hard.

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshiped.

"Is that even possible?" Jason asked.

"I don't think even Athena knows."Annabeth said

But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C— in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

"He probably was." Annabeth shrugged.

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He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city.

"What's dad mad about?" Jason and Thalia asked.

"You'll see."

I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York State had been weird since Christmas.

We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Everyone looked at Zeus's children, who just shrugged.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were fromthatschool—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius."

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

"Wow…" Will said.

"I know." Katie agreed.

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home.

She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

"Cute!" Katie said.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table.

I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists—and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Ew!"

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

"He has a …weird way of describing things" Jason commented.

"And I like them!" Leo laughed.

I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

"Awesome powers!" Jason, Leo, and Piper shrieked.

"I know right!" Conner said "I still can't get over those mini hurricanes!"

"Hurricanes?" Jason asked.

Another "You'll see"

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HERMES! WHY DO YOU LOVE ANNOYING ME?!?!?!

Hermes loves annoying all good authors just to make the fans suffer. Isn't that obvious?!

yea, i know.

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"

"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"DUH!"

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me.I pushed her."

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare.

Nico flinched. "I hate those stares."

"He gave you them before?" Annabeth asked.

"You'll-"Nico began

"SEE! WE GET IT!" Everyone except Annabeth shouted.

Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.

"You wish!" Will snorted.

I wasn't so sure.

I went after Mrs. Dodds.

Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.

"WOW!"

I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

"Yes yes, it's the good part!" Clarisse said.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.

I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.

I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building.

Again, everyone looked at Jason and Thalia.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she was talking about.

All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room.

"COOL!"

Or maybe they'd realized I got my essay onTom Sawyerfrom the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.

Everyone(save Annabeth) shuddered.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hissed.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.

"A FURY!"Everyone other than Annabeth and Jason shouted.

Then things got even stranger.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

"What ho?"

Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.

With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hit my hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.

My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.

"Coward." Clarisse muttered.

She snarled, "Die, honey!"

"Again with the "Honey" Nico said. "It's so annoying.

"You've met her?" the three new campers asked.

"My dad's Hades."

"Oh,"

Nico smirked.

And she flew straight at me.

Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water.Hisss!

"Again with the weird comparisons." Jason said.

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.

"And again." Jason said.

I was alone.

There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.

"He's so slow!" Everyone muttered.

Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.

My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.

"And again." Jason muttered.

Had I imagined the whole thing?

I went back outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

I said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!"

I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.

"So slow."

She just rolled her eyes and turned away.

I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

He said, "Who?"

But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.

"Grover needs-" Conner began. "Lying lessons" Travis finished.

"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."

Thunder boomed overhead.

I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.

I went over to him.

He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.

"Sir," I said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stared at me blankly. "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

"No, he isn't feeling all right, he just had magic mushrooms for lunch. Jake said.

Everyone laughed.

"That's the ends of the chapter." Travis concluded. "Can we have dinner now?"

"It's only 3:50!" Katie said.

"Oh. Then can we explore?"

"Sure."

"Meet back here at 5" Annabeth added.

"It's-" the Stolls began.

"PARTY TIME!" everyone else screamed in their faces."WE GET IT!"

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Katie:

When everyone else went to explore the bedrooms, Katie went to the kitchen. She wanted to make a real feast tonight. The only problem: Katie didn't know where to get the ingredients. The kitchen had a fridge, but it was… tiny. It was the kind of fridge a teacher might have in their office. There was no way she could make a feast with that much food.

When Katie opened the fridge, she saw that it wasn't a fridge, it was more like vending machine. There was about 200 buttons labeled with various kinds of foods. She decided to try it so she pressed 'FLOUR' , but nothing happened.

Then she heard Nico scream "WHAT IN HADES IS THIS TEN POUND BAG OF FLOUR DOING ON MY HEAD?"

Katie tried (and failed) to not laugh as she went to help Nico.

Jason:

Jason and everyone other than Nico and Katie were checking out the game room when he heard Nico yell "WHAT IN HADES IS THIS TEN POUND BAG OF FLOUR DOING ON MY HEAD?"

Everyone froze, until they heard Nico scream something about stupid vending machines and girls being annoying. Then they burst out laughing. "

"Ten pounds of flour," Travis, who was out of breath from laughing gasped "Awesome prank!"

Jason didn't know what happened but still, it's not everyday you hear your friend scream about 10 pounds of flour on his head.

Everyone, even Annabeth was cracking up. Not laughing right now was an impossible thing.

Then there was another flash of light. "What now?" Jason thought.

From the living room, Nico screamed.

"JASON!" he heard Katie shout from the living room "GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE RIGHT NOW! I THINK SOME OF YOUR … FRIENDS ARE HERE!"

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Sorry i couldn't post. I was busy with homework. I'll post Monday after school.

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I just got back rom school! I'm posting now...

Hazel didn't know what was going on. One minuet she was lying on her bed, thinking about a Greek camp, the battle that happened just a few hours ago, and the meeting tomorrow. And the next minuet, her bed gave in and she was falling.

Hazel didn't know how this was possible, since her bed was only a foot up from the ground, but she knew she was falling. She closed her eyes, in fear of what was at the bottom. Then Hazel wasn't falling anymore. She opened her eyes and saw that they fell in someone's living room she was sitting on a sofa next to Frank. A girl with dark hair and a younger, pale, dark-haired boy were staring at them as if they had just came out of nowhere, which Hazel supposed they had.

The pale boy saw Hazel and screamed.

"Demigods?" the girl asked.

Hazel was about to answer but she saw Frank nod, so she kept her mouth shut.

The girl examined their faces. "You're not from camp," she observed.

Hazel was angry. Who did this girl think she was? She can't go around telling people that they're not from camp. Hazel wanted to punch this girl, but she just said "Yes, yes we are."

The girl looked liked she wanted to argue, but the pale boy said something in her ear.

Wait a minuet, was that her brother Nico? She looked at Frank, who just shrugged.

The girl screamed "JASON! GET YOUR BUT IN HERE! I THINK SOME OF YOUR … FRIENDS ARE HERE!

Could it be the Jason Grace, their old praetor?

Jason and a few other demigods ran out of a room. Yep, it was Jason Grace all right.

Jason looked at her, then he tapped his forehead like he was trying to remember something, and said "You're… Hazel. And you are …"

"Frank."

"New camper?"

"Yea."

Then Hazel saw a girl, maybe 16 years old, blond hair, grey eyes, run up to Jason.

"Have they seen Percy?" the girl asked Jason.

"We went on a quest with him," Frank replied.

"As usual," said another boy. "Always on quests."

"Your Annabeth," Hazel realized. "Percy's um … mentioned you."

"Yea," Annabeth replied. "We're from the Greek camp. We should introduce ourselves. I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

"Nico di Angelo, son of Hades."
"NICO! YOU"RE GREEK?" Hazel shouted.

Everyone stared at Nico, who shrugged and said "Yea. I was Camp Jupiter's ambassador to Pluto."

"Let's go on." Jason said, "I'm Jason Grace, son of Jupiter."

"Thalia Grace, Jason's sister, Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, and daughter of Zeus."

Hazel and Frank stared at her, not believing Jason had a Greek sister.

"So, to fill in that awkward silence Thalia just made," said a girl who was obviously a daughter of the war god.. "I'm Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares."

Frank scowled.

"I'm Katie Gardener," said the girl who was in the living room with Nico when they appeared "daughter of Demeter."

"And Travis's girlfriend." Nico added.

"If you spread rumors about that again," Katie glared at Nico. "I will-"

"Please don't curse me with cereal!" Nico begged. "Your mom did that once. It was horrible." Nico shuddered.

Everyone laughed.

"And to go on," said a boy who looked so much like Sammy Valdez.

"Sammy?" Hazel couldn't help asking.

" Who's Sammy? I'm Leo Valdez, the awesome son of Hephaestus!"

"Sorry," Hazel apologized. "You looked like someone I knew.'

"CONNER!" a boy shouted. "AND TRAVIS!" his obvious twin shouted. "STOLL! SONS OF HERMES!"

"I'm Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite."

"Will Solace, son of Apollo."

"Jake Mason, son of Hephaestus."

"Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes."

"You are…?" Annabeth asked.

"Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto."

"Nico's sister?"

"Half sister."

"Frank Zhang, son of Mars."

Clarisse scowled. "You're my half brother?" Clarisse asked in disbelief.

"Yea."

After the warm greetings, Jason briefly explained their situation.

"Oh, good!" Hazel exclaimed when she heard that they were reading about Percy Jackson.

A lot of people raised their eyebrows at this.

"When we were on the quest, Percy kept on blurting out random things." Hazel explained. "When we asked what he was talking about, he would say 'Never mind' or 'Tell you later' or 'Long story.'"

"Oh."

Jason then summarized chapter one for the two new comers and said "I'll read chapter two."

there's the chapter (and sorry, no pizza guy...). Posting again later 2day or tomorrow

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Jason began:

CHAPTER TWO: Three Old Ladies Knit The Socks of Death.

"Are all the chapter titles gonna be like this?" Hazel asked.

"Knowing Percy, yes." Annabeth replied.

"Death …" Nico was smiling.

"It's not what you think."

I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over 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. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom 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 psycho.

"He kinda is." Thalia commented.

It got so I almost believed them—Mrs. Dodds had never existed.

Almost.

" 'Almost', I wonder who. I think it's a certain satyr who couldn't lie." Will said, his vioce dripping with sarcasm.

But Grover couldn't fool me.

"KNEW IT!"

"If you can't fool Percy, then … WOW."

"You're talking to a book … Thalia." For whatever reason, Frank seemed uneasy.

"I know, I know, I KNOW! I've heard that five times already."

When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, and then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.

Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.

"No duh, Percy!" Hazel said.

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.

"He's had much worse." Annabeth muttered

"Of course!" Nico rolled his eyes.

"Part of it was … you."

"How?"

"You have on idea what a whinny little kid you were when we came back from that quest and you found out your sister was dead."

Her brother …. Whinny. Hazel couldn't believe her ears.

The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. 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.

"What was Jupiter, er, I mean Zeus so mad about?" Frank asked.

Hazel noticed everyone (bar Frank, Jason, Nico, Thalia, Leo, and Piper) grimace.

"You'll see."

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from D's to F's.

I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.

'What does that mean?" Jake asked.

"It means drunk," Annabeth replied.

"So we could call Mr. D that." Travis grinned.

"Not unless you wanted to be a pile of ashes." Katie said.

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The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

"I think that was his … fifth, maybe sixth school." Annabeth said to herself.

WOW, Hazel thought.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine.

I was homesick.

"Wimp," muttered Clarisse.

I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

"Paul's not obnoxious!" Nico exclaimed.

"Not Paul," Annabeth told him.

"Who?"

"You'll-"

"WE GET IT! STOP SAYING THAT!"

And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods outside 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.

"Little doesn't cover it," Will muttered.

"Who's Grover?" Hazel asked.

"You'll:" Annabeth began, and then smartly shut her mouth.

I worried how he'd survive next year without me.

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

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for.

"I would get everything correct!" Jason, Hazel, and Frank shouted at the same time, then they grinned at each other.

I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me.

"Of course it is, Seaweed brain,"

'Seaweed Brain?'

"Annabet's nickname for Percy." Thalia explained.

I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

"NO DUH!" everyone shouted.

The evening before my 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 one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon,

"Now he knows for sure." Annabeth smirked.

"He met CHARON?"

"Yeah, on his first quest."

or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.

"Simple." Jason chuckled.

"We know Greek," Thalia told his brother, "NOT Latin"

I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.

I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.

I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.

I'd never asked a teacher for help before.

"Don't think any of us here did." Conner said.

Annabeth glared at him and he shut up.

I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said,

"... worried about Percy, sir."

I froze.

I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.

"That is one dare I would lose," Travis grinned.

I inched closer.

"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too—"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."

"Blah!" Thalia said. "He's still not mature."

"Not mature?" Hazel asked in surprised. "He fought an immortal and won!"

"Been there, done that more than once." Chris told her.

"Ypu're kidding!" Everyone new exclaimed.

"But he may not have time. The summer solstice dead line— "

"What-" Nico began to ask, but with a glare from Annabeth, he shut his mouth.

"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."

"Sir, he saw her..."

"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."

"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again."

All the older campers looked at Thalia, while the others had confusion all across their faces.

Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall—"

"So optimistic!" Will rolled his eyes.

The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.

"Idiot!" the Stolls muttered.

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