Percy Jackson & The Olympian - Book One

CONTENTS
1. I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher
2. Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death
3. Grover Unexpectedly Loses His Pants
4. My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting
5. I Play Pinochle With a Horse
6. I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom
7. My Dinner Goes Up In Smoke
8. We Capture a Flag
9. I Am Offered a Quest
10. I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus
11. We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium
12. We Get Advice from a Poodle
13. I Plunge to My Death
14. I Become a Known Fugitive
15. A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers
16. We Take a Zebra to Vegas
17. We Shop for Water Beds
18. Annabeth Does Obedience School
19. We Find Out the Truth, Sort Of
20. I Battle My Jerk Relative
21. I Settle My Tab
22. The Prophecy Comes True

ONE

I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
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 and dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
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 regonize yourself in these page---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.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for trouble kids in upstate New York.
Am I a trouble kid?
Yeah. You could say that.
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 Metropolian Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff
I know---it sound like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.
But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a cruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd 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.
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 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.
This trip, I was determined to be good.
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.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've held back several grades, because he was the only six grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top if all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE(physical education) 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, and she knew I couldn't do anything back too her because i was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or eve mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"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 there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to mess I was about to get myself into.

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I want to read part 2, 3,4 and 5. Will you post it ?