Percy Jackson Excerpt Book 1
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I see Mr Bruner 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 un digested in the Titans stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own site and scattered his remains in ta dress, 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 girl's holding their stomachs. The guy's pushing each other around and acting like Doofus is. Grover and I were about to follow. When Mr Bruner said Mr Jackson, I knew that was coming. I told Grover to keep going. And then I turned toward Mr Bruner. Sir, Mr Berner had his look that wouldn't let you go. Intense brown eyes that could have been 1000 years old and had seen everything. You must learn the enter to my question. Mr. Bruner 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 only accept 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 armour and shouted What, Who and challenged us Sword point against Chuck 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 Berner expected me to be a CZ good as everyone else, despite the fact I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and had never made above a C minus in my life. No, he didn't expect me to be as good. He expected me to be better, and I just couldn't more on all those names and facts must much less spell them correctly. I mumbled something about trying harder while Mr Bruner took one long, sad look at the Stella es like he had seen that girl's funeral, he told me to go outside and eat my lunch. The class gathered around 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've had massive snowstorms 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 Boba Fett was trying to pit pocket something out of 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 from that school, the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it anywhere else. Detention? Grover asked. Nah, I said, not from Bruner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean, I'm not a genius. River didn't say anything for a while. Then I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better. He said, Can I have your apple? I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it