I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher
I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher
Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.
We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas.
I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.
Number eight, the silver one, belongs to Artemis. She vowed to be a maiden forever. So of course, no kids. The cabin is, you know, honorary. If she didn't have one, she'd be mad.
What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.
All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.
I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.
Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back the the way I trusted his front.
Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?
Chiron probably wanted me to say, Heck it wa nothing. I eat hellhounds for breakfast. But I didn't feel like lying.
I imagined loading the God of the Sea into a taxi and taking him to the Upper East Side.
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. - Percy Jackson
Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.
Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.
I wasn't aiming at the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway.
She'd also called me brave...unless she was talking to the catfish.
You assume that it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?
Die,human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!
I wondered if Olympus had gone to a commercial break, or if our ratings had been any good.
So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.
Your a Demigod Percy, half god and half mortal!
Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music.
I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have too.
Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena.
You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues.
Even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.
If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.
Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.
Go on with what your heart tells you, or you will lose all.
I'm not usually an eavesdropper,but i dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.
Suspecting and knowing are not the same.
Great, I thought. We just blowtorched a national monument.
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.
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.
It doesn't matter! From waist down, my best friend is a donkey.....
THE ONLY REASON FOR A MAN TO LIVE IS TO DIE
He looked like those paintings of baby angels - what do you call them, hubbubs? No cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park.
It's like I was connected to the plumping system.
THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!!!!
He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea.
It's useless to lecture a human.
The real world is where the monsters are.
He was slumped over, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. I shook his furry hip, thinking, No! Even if you are half barnyard animal, you're my best friend and I don't want you to die!
Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.
The sea does not like to be restrained.
Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
The taller they are, the longer they fall.
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