Troubled Kid
Annabeth started to read, ‘I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher’.
Everybody looked at Percy quizzically. He put his hands up, ‘hey, when your teacher turns out to be a monster, they tend to “vaporise”’ with air-quotes.
‘Look, I did not want to be a half-blood.’
‘What is wrong with being a Half-blood?’ asked Ron, and the other wizards except for Dumbledore also looked at them.
‘Man, a lot of things, first it is super scary, you can get killed very easily. We simply have to always live in one of the camps, or we shall be the targets of monsters’, said Percy, and the wizards looked more confused than ever.
‘The definition of half-blood for them is different than for you wizards. For you half-blood means a person, who has a muggle in their families. But for them, half-blood means half-god and half-human. They are the children of gods and humans. They are usually hunted by monsters. The more powerful their parents are the stronger their scent, and stronger the scent the more monsters it attracts. All this would be explained in the book’, explained Hecate.
‘Oh’, said Ron, while the others could not say anything.
If you are reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is:
‘Run and duck for cover!’ yelled Thalia and Nico. When the wizards looked at them questioningly, ‘Percy’s advice is never good’, they smirked.
‘Well, they always worked’, challenged Percy.
‘Oh yeah, then what about my first capture-the-flag?’ asked Nico innocently.
‘Heyy, capture the flag strategies are always made by Annabeth’, said Percy indignantly.
‘You know that would actually have been the first-and-only time that the hunters actually lost against the campers’, smirked Thalia, while Percy pouted.
Annabeth looked questioningly as to what this time was, and then remembered the time she was kidnapped. Athena also looked questioningly, as to why her daughter was not able to come up with a strategy, ‘Annabeth, where were you at this time?’
‘Well, it was during the time I was on Mount Tam’, said Annabeth.
‘Wait you were on Mount Tam?’ asked Reyna, ‘how come we did not know?’
‘I think I told you about this quest, the one where Lady Artemis was trapped in Mount Tam’, said Percy. Understanding dawned on Reyna.
‘Besides, you probably have still not really arrived at Camp Jupiter, this was a few months after meeting you’, said Annabeth.
‘I am waiting to read about that’, cheered Hylla.
Percy grunted, ‘that was the worst few minutes of my life or was it hours, not sure’.
‘Stop all those conversations, they can be done during the break’, ordered Zeus, ‘continue to read’.
close this book right now.
‘Close the book, close the book’, exclaimed Leo, ‘I think I might be a half-blood’.
‘Leo you already know that you are a half-blood, and you had already gone on quests, so shut up. Besides, you said that you wanted to know about Percy’s adventures did you not?’ glared Annabeth, to which Leo obediently shut his mouth. The wizards made note never to anger her.
Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life.
‘I do not think that would have worked. It definitely will not work permanently’, observed Annabeth.
‘It would have worked for a little longer, if I had probably not eavesdropped and not vaporised the teacher’, said Percy.
‘Still, I doubt it, you would somehow be dragged into this, considering the fact that the fight had already started’, Annabeth countered, and Percy nodded. Zeus grunted. The wizards looked confused, but then again assumed that it would be explained in the story.
Being a half-blood is dangerous.
‘That is putting it lightly’, muttered Percy.
It’s scary.
‘Yup’, chorused the demigods again.
Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
‘Yup, way too many times’, the demigods said, glancing at the ghosts, while the gods grimaced.
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.
‘Do not we all’, chanted the demigods, including the ghosts.
At this moment however, there was a golden light, and a woman and man appeared. The woman seemed to be pregnant (just a few months). Mrs. Weasley and Artemis got up, to help but before that Percy ran to her and hugged her, then Annabeth and the rest of the demigods all hugged her. Then Artemis got her a chair, so that she could rest, while listening.
‘Sally and Paul Blofis, mother and Step-father of Percy Jackson’, announced Poseidon proudly. He was happy that Percy had a father figure other than himself in his life. He could not really be against it, as he was not there for him always, and it was always good to see their interaction. Technically, they were the acting parents of all the demigods, not only Percy’s and Annabeth’s. Even the dead demigods seemed to love them, especially Sally, and those who knew Paul, him too. Sally was leaning onto Paul and listening to the reading. Their sofa was closest to the hearth, so that the calmness of the hearth was always with her.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—
‘Run, hide, try to reach camp as soon as possible’, said Piper.
'Here you will be fine… I guess?' said Katie.
'Yeah, so long as you are not a powerful one and would not attract unwanted attention from the gods', muttered Annabeth, while Percy nodded along.
if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately.
‘Stop, STOP!’ exclaimed Leo, ‘I think I felt something stirring inside me’. He was instantly hit by a pillow thrown by Piper and was smacked by Calypso.
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?’ asked Hermione.
‘Well monsters, like Hecate explained earlier’, answered Annabeth, and gave a look that said, ‘you will see’.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
‘Yeah well, if you are one of the big three, they know even before you do’, scoffed Nico.
‘And that was the reason, we came to rescue you’, smiled Percy and Thalia, while Nico put his tongue out at them.
My name is Percy Jackson.
I’m twelve years old.
‘You were so small, then’, smirked Clarisse, while Percy pouted.
Until a few months ago,
‘This was probably written at the end of the Summer’, said Annabeth.
I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
‘Ohh there are schools for people like you, troubled kids’, exclaimed Leo.
‘And what school did you go to exactly, Leo??’ asked Percy, innocently. ‘Was it not Wilderness School?’ That shut Leo up instantly, while the others laughed.
Am I a troubled kid?
‘YES!!!’ exclaimed all the demigods.
‘We all are’, pouted Percy.
Yeah. You could say that.
That made everybody laugh again, including the gods and the wizards. Snape was still grumpy. He was wondering, what in the world these demigods could do, that they were so sad and happy at the same time.
I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it,
'That just about explains the life of a demigod', sighed Thalia, 'especially someone as powerful'.
but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—
‘Man, that was the worst field trip ever’, said Grover. Hades actually looked ashamed for once.
‘I am sorry, Percy’, said Hades.
Percy just nodded, ‘You had your reasons’, he shrugged.
twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus,
‘Why are all the school buses yellow?’, muttered Leo, ‘it is like they are trying to attract attention’.
'Tell me about it', muttered Percy.
'That is the exact reason', said Hermes, 'the buses carrying school children are yellow, so that it reminds others that there are kids'.
'Yeah, well, I'd rather not have that extra attention, if possible', said Leo, while the others also seemed to agree.
heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
‘Must be super awesome, to have trips like that’, said Hermione. Everybody (except the wizards), glanced at Athena, as if, ‘one of yours’.
‘Nope not mine’, said Athena, ‘I do not have kids in England.’
Annabeth’s eyes looked excited, but at the same time something else, which looked a lot like fear, ‘I would love that trip, as long as there are no monsters’.
‘That definitely is not an option, not when you go with Percy, and you do not go anywhere without him’, said Thalia.
The said 2 looked at each, gripped their hands, and muttered, ‘Together’.
The Stolls meanwhile muttered, ‘only children of Athena would find that interesting’.
Poseidon, Hermes and Apollo heard this and agreed with it, ‘to normal people, that is torture’. Athena glared at this, but the wizards (except Hermione and Luna) too seemed to agree with this.
I know—it sounds like torture.
‘Noo, we sound like Percy now’, exclaimed the Stolls and Apollo.
Most Yancy field trips were.
Grover nodded gravely.
But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
Chiron smiled.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorised wheelchair. He had thinned hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.
‘CHIRON!!!’ exclaimed all the demigods, except for Percy, Annabeth and Zoe.
‘Was this the reason you wanted a camper, as a teacher?’ asked Annabeth, and Chiron nodded. The wizards were confused, but they could see the resemblance between the upper portion of Chiron and the description.
‘How did you go to the muggle world, even in a wheelchair?’ asked Hermione.
Chiron smiled, ‘the wheelchair is very special, you see. It was made by Beckendorf’, while smiling at him. His white form was now tinged in red, sort of a pinky red. Can ghosts blush , rang through the heads of all.
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 armour and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn’t put me to sleep.
‘Bloody hell, if we had a teacher like that, I would not be sleeping in class’, said Ron.
Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, ‘Ron, do you sleep in class?’.
Ron looked shocked, while the others laughed. Harry was grateful that he had not spoken his thoughts (which were quite similar, if not identical).
I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn’t get in trouble.
‘That is not an option with you Percy’, said Thalia.
Poseidon grimaced, while Sally looked sad. She knew the heavily watered-down version of his adventures after all.
Boy was I wrong.
‘See’, said Thalia, while Percy pouted.
‘Well, you technically jinxed your luck’, said Annabeth.
'Yeah, yeah', sighed Percy raising his hands.