Okay well here goes
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Harry reads I Accidentaly Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher "Errr what's pre-algebra?"Ron asked. "I'll tell you later, just keep reading!"Hermoine urged. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
"Why not?" Ron asked. "Maby if YOU SHUT UP we'll find out!" Harry exclaimed. If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to live a normal life.
"I did that for eleven years, and it didn't work out so well."Harry muttered darkly. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time it get's you killed in painful, nasty ways.
"Ouch."Ron said. If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to belive none of this ever happened. "Really? Then let's switch spots! I wanna be the main character for once!"Ron complained, glaring at Harry. "Ron why are you talking to the book?"Hermoine asked, rolling her eyes,"Read on." But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. "I vouch for that!"Ron shouted. "Ron shut up!"Hermoine yelled and pointed her wand at Ron. "Pretrificus Totalus!".
Ron shut up. 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. Don't say I didn't warn you.
My name is Percy Jackson.
"Nooooo it was Peter Johnson!"Hermoine said sarcastically. Harry gasped. "The great nerd Hermoine using sarcasm!? The world is coming to an end!" Harry exclaimed. Ron rolled around, probably dying from laughter.
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.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah, you could say that.
"Arn't we all?"Harry asked sarcastically.
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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 grad class took a field trip to Manhattan- twenty-eight mental case kids"Thats what Umbridge would have the DA described as,"Harry said darkly.with two teachers on a yellow school bus, heaing to the Metro Politian Museum of Art to loo at ancient Greek and Roman stuff."That sounds like torture!"Ron and Harry said, horrified.
"Does not!"Hermoine argued.
"Does too!"
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"DOES NOT!!!"
"DOES TOO!!!"
"Whatever!"
I know-it sounds like torture
"HA!"
Most Yancy field trips were.
"DOUBLE HA!"
But Mr.Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
"AWWWWW!"
Mr.Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheel chair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard
"Whoa! I want one!" Ron exclaimed. He was ignored.
and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.
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I'll post the rest later today.
Thnx and rock4ever it's for a joke later on....
Ch.2(Pt.2)
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"He doesn't sound cool!"Ron said.
You wouldn't think he's cool,
Ron's expession-->O.0
"OMG THE BOOK CAN READ THOUGHTS!!!!"
but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class
"I want him to be a proffesor!"Ron exclaimed.
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.
"THAT MAKES ME EVEN MORE EAGER TO HAVE HIM AS A PROFFESOR!!!" Ron yelled. "Ron shut up or you'll wake everyone up!"Harry snapped.
I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. 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 anyways.
"Cool!"Harry and ron said excitedly.
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. Hermoine stifled a scream, but Harry and Ron were having a laughing fit on the ground.
And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.
"Yes, yes I do!"Harry said laughing. "I love this guy!"Ron said, with tears in his eyes. Hermoine simply rolled her eyes. "Party pooper,"Harry said wiping the tears from his eyes.
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Sorry guys I couldn't post another chapter today cause I had to rewrite the last chapter 3 times because my sister deleted everything I had two times, and I got really angry.
But I'll make it up to you.
Oh yea this is what my schedule will be like:
WHENEVER I HAVE FREE TIME
Thnx everybody!!
killer can you edit yor comment so there is no swaring? Thnx.
And I made up for the loss of posts!
Which month were you born unless you're 12 alice2000109
I AM THE THNX MASTER
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This trip I was determined to be good.
All the way into the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl.
"Hermoine, did you at some point in your life change your name to Nancy Bobofit and move to New York?" Ron asked. "NO!" Hermoine said, slapping him. Ron went for his wand and Harry, forseeing a fight coming (even though he's no good at divination) kept reading:
hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut-butter-and-ketchup sandwhich.
Hermoine made a retching noise and made a beeline to the washroom. Ron, on the other hand, started drooling. "Ron, how can you even think it tastes good!?"Harry asked indigantly.
5 mins later...
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must have 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.Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair,"How horrible!"Hermoine said, horrified.
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."Death?"Hermoine asked weakly.
"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
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.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 inter-esting, 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.
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. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, 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.”
*Collective gulp*
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, and—”
"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. "—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won.”
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.“
"Exactly, like they're going to ask us to explain goblin legislation."Ron agreed.
Hermoine decided wisley not to answer.
"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?”
"Busted," Grover muttered.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.
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.
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 worshipped.
"Is that possible?'Harry asked indigantly.
Ron fainted at the thought.
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Think it's too long?
^ WTF?
okay, what am i missing????
but, like WTF?
okay, like gain self confidence and stuff i guess... -.-
i have no idea
and thats probably not helping...
and neither is this
SQUIRRELS ON CAFFEINE COFFEE = NUCLEAR BOMB XD
SOmeone tell me what Harry Potter is. I've heard of it but I've never read or even know what it's about so can someone please tell me what it is so I won't be confused? There's so many PJO and Harry Potter forums and Idk what Harry Potter is so someone please explain.
:)
Peace out.
icuSTALKER
^ HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!
HARRY POTTER IS LIKE....THE BESTES AND AWESOMEST BOOK IN THE HISTORY F HISTORY!!!! LIKE, HARRY LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE PERCY!!!
anyone else ever notice that ? ;)
Green eyes, pitch black hair...
no?
okay im alone then :P
but, yeah
YOU HAVE TO READ ALL SEVEN BOOKS!@
again, is it a coincidence the number seven pops up
EVERYWHERE???
yeah, i guess i notice the smallest little details
READ. THE. BOOKS. OR. ELSE.
i will send a purple hippo to sit on you.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*teehee :P*
HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT HARRY POTTERIS!?!?!?! It's a crime!!!!!
Jk,Jk,
but search up harry potter on wikipeadia, then you'll at least have a basic idea.
Are you gonna die,alice20000109? Are you gonna suicide or something?? I'm turning 12 come june 21
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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 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. 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, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.
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.
"What!? That Dodds-woman is blind!"Ron yelled. "As if you arn't!"Hermoine smirked.
*Flashback*
"Ron, Ron, arnt you going to stop Malfoy from picking on the first years?"
"What do you mean? No one's getting picked on!"
*First year falls off balcony after being pushed*
"Oops."
*Flashback ends*
"Oh yeah..."
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 from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
"Like Ron and Malfoy!"Harry exclaimed.
"No!"Ron said madly, his ears turning pink.
"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?”
"Well, that was abrupt."Hermoine said, tilting her head.
"I'm not even gonna ask,"Ron said, shaking his head.
Harry nodded.
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.
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.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
"What kind of similie was that?"Hermoine asked indigantly.
"HONESTLY, stop using big words!"Ron moaned.
"Deoxyrhibonucleic Acid,"Hermoine said defiantly.
"WHY????"
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—”
"He's a wizard!"Ron yelled excitedly.
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
"Poor little, my butt!"Harry said angrily.
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.
"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.
"HAHA!"Ron said triumphantly."I wanna learn!"
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.
"She's a ninja!"Ron said, imitating a fast leap, but ended up crashing into the window.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"As if we didn't see that look in Snape's eyes."Harry said.
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