I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
Everyone starts to look confused.
Let's get one thing straight.
“Get what straight?” Will Solace asks.
I do not want to be a half-blood. (A/N: Emphasize on the word do not.)
“Oh.” Percy said still surprised that there was a female version of him.
Anyways, we're getting off topic here.
Apollo and Hermes started to laugh maniacally.
Hestia glared at them and they stopped immediately.
If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Find a locker, lock it and throw the key away in the sea.
Everyone burst out laughing even more when they saw Poseidon's pouty face.
“Traitors, all of you.” He said “glaring”
Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous.
“Right!” Percy said.
It’s scary.
“Right again!” Conner continued.
Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
“Triple correct.” Nico ended.
The gods looked a bit shocked.
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. 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.
Everyone snorts.
Don’t say I didn’t say I didn't warn you.
“I know that reference.” Will said, perking up.
My name is Aubriella Jackson. 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,” Percy said.
Heck yeah.
Percy looks surprised that he almost said the same thing.
The pranksters started to laugh at his expression.
“You all are traitors!” Percy mock-glared.
The said people who were laughing surrendered.
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.
“Sounds like fun!” Annabeth and Athena said with sparkly eyes.
“Sounds like torture!” Poseidon and Percy said.
I know — it sounds like fun.
Poseidon and Percy looked so offended.
Athena and Annabeth smirked.
Most Yancy field trips were but the torture is when people talk when you are trying to listen and paying attention.
“True.” Annabeth said, shrugging her shoulders.
But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had even more hopes. 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. I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn’t get in trouble.
“She jinxed herself,” Conner said.
Boy, was I wrong.
“See.” Conner said.
“No one disagreed.” Nico retorts.
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.
Ares' eyes were sparkling.
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.
Everyone started to laugh.
And the time before that … Well, you get the idea.
“Nooooooo. We need to hear more!!!!!!!” Apollo and Hermes cried dramatically.
This trip, I was determined to be good. All the way into the city, I was chatting to Nancy and Grover.
“Hold up, when I was in this school, there was a girl called Nancy and she would bully us but in this universe she's friends with my alternate self?” Percy said shocked.
“Well its not supposed to be the same…” Annabeth said while thinking.
the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, you wonder how we became friends?
“Please tell us.” Percy practically begged.
Basically we were enemies but we thought that it would be useless, so we put our differences aside and became friends as we had a lot of things in common. But her twin brother still tormented me and my other friend, Grover.
Percy's eyes became wide in shock.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated.
Grover bleated in annoyance.
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 walkedfunny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you.
Grover bleated in embarrassment.
You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. Anyway, Nathan Bobofit, who looked like Nancy and her identical twin brother, 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 onprobation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
“Boring.” Apollo and Hermes say without looking up.
“I’m going to kill him,” I mumbled.
Grover tried to calm me down. “It’s okay. I like peanut butter.”
“In your hair?” Aphrodite screeched.
“Please don't, I know he's like that but he is still my brother.” Nancy pleaded and gave me the puppy eyes.
“Not the puppy eyes.” Apollo and Hermes wailed.
Everyone either looked amused, or unimpressed.
He dodged another piece of Nathan's lunch.
“It's not ok. He shouldn't be bullying.” I said in anger while glaring at Nathan, but didn't do anything as I for once listened to her,
“I would not want to be involved with her anger.” Nico said with wide eyes.
“This lacks fighting.” Ares complained
Hera glared at Ares which made him gulp and made him quiet.
“You’re already on probation,” Nancy and Grover reminded me. “You know who’ll get blamed if anything happens.”
“They are no fun.” Apollo complained.
Artemis hit Apollo in the head which made him pout.
“That would be true………..” Annabeth said trailing off.
✨⚡✨⚡✨
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-andorange pottery. It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
“Even longer.” Said a ‘bored’ Apollo.
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 even more 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.
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 Nathan Bobofit and figured I was a devil spawn.
“No, that's Nico.” Thalia said laughing with Percy.
“Shut up both of you.” Nico said while glaring at both of them.
“Me? How did I get involved?” Percy said with his mouth opening slowly in shock.
“You were laughing.” Nico said slowly as if he was talking to a three year old.
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.”
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. Finally, Nathan Bobofit snickeredsomething 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.
“For real.” Thalia said with a tired sigh.
The whole group, except Nancy and Grover, laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
“I hate it when that happens.” Percy complains.
“Don't we all?” Thalia asks rhetorically.
“Miss 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 love Greek mythology but I can't read the myths but Nancy helps me by reading them to me. “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 titan, and —”
“When I was asked this question, I made a mistake saying Kronos was the king god.” Percy said.
Zeus glared at Percy.
Mr. Brunner nodded to encourage me to continue, as I got stage fright.
“What does stage fright mean?” Hestia asks.
“It means that when you give speeches and you are in front of a whole lot of children and a teacher, you get nervous.” Annabeth explains.
Hestia nods in empathy for Aubriella.
“he didn’t trust his kids, who were the gods. So Kronos ate them? 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 throwing up his brothers and sisters with mustard and Nectar —”
“Eeew!” said one of the girls behind me.
“Try going through that.” Hera says while wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans,” I continued, “and the gods won after ten years.”
Everyone blinked owlishly.
The gods looked shocked that she could explain it in a few sentences.
“That's just like our seaweed brain over here.” Thalia snickers.
“No it's not, as it stated that she gets nervous so she probably shortened it to get it over with.” Annabeth told Thalia.
Some snickers from the group.
“But she got it right?” Hestia asks confused.
Behind me, Nathan 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.’”
“And why, Miss Jackson,” Brunner said, “to paraphrase Mr. Bobofit’s excellent question, does this matter in real life?”
“Busted!” Hermes said.
“Busted,” Grover muttered.
“I think like a goat!” Hermes said ‘panicking’.
“It could be worse.” Apollo said while shrugging his shoulders.
“How?” Hermes asks.
“You could think like yourselves.” Conner jumps in the conversation.
Hermes then looked horrified at thinking the same as his alternate self.
“Shut up,” Nathan hissed, his face even brighter red than his hair. At least Nathan got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught him saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.
I thought about his question, and shrugged. “If he didn't swallow his children maybe they would have been a good family, in other words, actions have consequences and in the myths you can't try and change the prophecies as it could be even worse.”
“That is true with prophecies.” Apollo nods in agreement.
“I see.” Mr. Brunner looked impressed. “Well, full credit, Miss 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’sstomach. 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,
“How is that a happy note?” Athena asks.
“Maybe when Kronos was in Tartarus.” Apollo suggested.
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.
“Boys are doofuses.” Artemis and Thalia stated.
Nancy, Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, “Miss Jackson.”
I knew that was coming.
“How?” Nico asks.
“Maybe she had a feeling?” Annabeth said but came out like a question.
I told both of them 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.”
“It's such a Percy thing to say.” Annabeth said, teasing Percy.
Percy opened his mouth in shock.
“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, Aubriella Jackson.”
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
“He's trying to help you.” Annabeth said with a sigh.
“She can't hear you, you're talking to a book.” Percy said.
Annabeth glared at Percy.
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-pointagainst 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. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despitethe fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a B+
The Demigods looked shocked as Percy doesn't get that much in school.
in my life. No — he didn’t expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn’t 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 has.” Thalia said.
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 Yorkstate had been weird since Christmas. We’d had massive snow storms, flooding, and wildfires from lightning strikes.
“Do you have to let your anger out on the mortals?” Hestia asks with a tired sigh.
Poseidon and Zeus had the audacity to look sheepish.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in. Nobody else seemed to notice.
“Because of the Mist.” Nico said exasperated.
Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nathan Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady’s purse,
“Is he your child?” Apollo asked in an innocent tone.
“No, you idiot, my children would be able to succeed without trying.” Hermes said with a defeated tone.
and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn’t seeing anything. 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 whocouldn’t make it elsewhere.
Percy groaned.
“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.”
Nancy reached over and hit me on the head.
“She is most probably smart.” Annabeth hypothesized.
"We fully know you're smart." Nancy said.
"Knew it!" Annabeth said triumphantly.
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?”
Grover's face turned beet red.
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 badly wanted to jump in a taxi and head home. She’d hug me and be glad to see me, but she’d be disappointed, too.
“Mother’s girl/boy (A/N: I'm not sure what to put so I put both girl and boy as it's technically Percy's alternate self but in the form of a girl.)
“And proud of it!” Percy said with a venomous glare which made Ares shiver and shrink in his chair.
She’d send me right back to Yancy, reminding 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.
“Why can't you all be like that?” Hera grumbled.
Everyone gave each other looks, not sure how to answer.
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 café table.
Hephaestus, and Leo perked up, started to make notes to start building it.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nathan Bobofit
Percy gave a bit of a huff of annoyance.
appeared in front of me with his ugly friends — I guess he'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists — and dumped his half-eaten lunch in Grover’s lap and glared at Nancy.
“Oops.” He grinned at me with his crooked teeth.
"Definitely not blessed by me." Aphrodite said wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“I am so telling my mom about this.” Nancy grumbled.
“There, there.” Aubriella said, trying to brighten her mood.
“I'm going to be putting it into a haiku.” Apollo exclaims.
“Quick Aunt Hestia!” Artemis urges Hestia to continue reading.
Apollo felt hurt which appeared for a split second but the then he hid it with a closed off face
His freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted his face with liquid Cheetos. I tried to stay cool.
The school counselor had told me a million times, “Count to ten, get control of your temper.”
“That never works.” Percy said.
Every demi-god nodded their heads in agreement.
But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.
“Percy and Poseidon grinned with the same features which made everyone weary of them.
I don’t remember touching him, but the next thing I knew, Nathan was sitting on his butt in the fountain, screaming, “Aubriella pushed me!”
“Oh, shut up.” Annabeth said, rolling her eyes.
Nancy looked thoughtful. (A/N: I'm only making Nancy a demi-goddess daughter of Hermes.)
Everyone gave confused looks.
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: “Did you see —”
“— the water —”
“— like it grabbed him —”
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 Nathan was okay, promising to get him 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 —”
Percy and Grover perked up recognizing that she is a Fury.
“I know,” I grumbled. “A month erasing workbooks.”
“You must never ever, ever guess your punishment.
Damn, girl, don't forget rule 1, never guess your punishment. (A/N: I couldn't think of anything so I just put rule 1, which I thought of, not looking for a specific book and actually finding a rule for it. But think that she got a book and read it and got that rule from that book.)
Hermes blinked his eyes in shock.
“Come with me,” Mrs. Dodds said.
“Wait!” Grover yelped. “It was me. I pushed her.”
“You're really brave.” Hestia stops for a second to complement Grover.
Grover blushed in embarrassment, and mumbled a “thank you”.
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, Grover,” I told him. “Thanks for trying.”
“Honey,” Mrs. Dodds barked at me. “Now.”
Nathan Bobofit smirked. I gave him my deluxe I’ll-kill-you-later stare.
The demigods shivered at the glare Percy gives them and hope it isn't like his.
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?
“Monster.” Everyone breathed out.
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.
“Nope, it's because monsters teleport. (A/N:I'm not sure if that's correct but I'm going with it.)” Hades said.
I wasn’t so sure. I went after Mrs. Dodds. Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover and Nancy. 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.
Poseidon groaned.
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 Nathan at the gift shop.
“Oh how we wish.” Every Demigod said, groaning.
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.
“How ironic.” Annabeth said.
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.
“This is the point where you run.” Poseidon mumbles.
“You now you are talking to a book right?” Athena said.
Poseidon threw a venomous glare at Athena.
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.
“Nope.” Percy fake cheered.
Everyone gave him weird looks.
I said, “I’ll—I’ll try harder, ma’am.”
Thunder shook the building.
“Drama King.” Poseidon mumbles thinking he didn't say it out loud.
Spoilers: he did. Zeus threw a glare at Poseidon and got his lightning out and was about to throw one at Poseidon but Hestia stopped him and calmed him down.
“We are not fools, Aubriella Jackson,” Mrs. Dodds said. “It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess,
“Confess what?” Hermes asked innocently.
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. Or maybe they’d realized I did my essay at the last moment.
“I think I want to befriend your alternate self then you.” Annabeth teases.
“Why you!” Percy said, getting up to chase her when Thalia got up and stop Percy.
“Well?” she demanded.
“Ma’am, I don’t…”
“Your time is up,” she hissed.
“She didn't give any time, though.” Apollo pointed out.
Everyone shrugged.
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. 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, Aubriella!” he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
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 —
“I wonder if it's the same sword as mine.” Percy wonders.
“Percy, why are you more on the sword then worried if she is going to get injured?” Annabeth asked with a defeated sigh.
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.
She snarled, “Die, honey!”
And she flew straight at me. Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.
“I'm also a natural with a sword.” Percy points out.
“We know.” Dionysus drawls out.
The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss! 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. I was alone. There was a ballpoint pen in my hand. 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.
Hermes and Apollo perked up.
“No.” Artemis said.
Apollo and Hermes gave a pouty face towards Artemis.
Had I imagined the whole thing?
“No. You didn't.” Annabeth assured the book.
“You know you're talking to a book, right?” Percy said to Annabeth.
Annabeth glared at Percy.
I went back outside. It had started to rain. Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nathan 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.”
“Who?” Hermes asked.
I said, “Who?”
“I think like Percy's alternate self.” Hermes ‘stressed’.
“Our teacher. Duh!”
I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nathan what he was talking about. He just rolled his eyes and turned away. I asked Grover and Nancy 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.
“Do you want me to teach you how to lie?” Hermes asked.
“No thank you Lord Hermes.” Grover said shyly.
“Not funny, man,” I told him. “This is serious.”
“I don't know who that is.” Nancy said. (A/N: Nancy was influenced by the Mist so she didn't know her.)
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, Miss Jackson.”
Hermes snickered
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. “Aubriella, 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 alright?”
“Now that's a lie.” Hermes points out.
"The chapters done." Hestia said softly.