As everybody introduced himself, Hestia let comfortable couches appear.
Always in groups. So that Demigods and their friends and the Mystic Falls group could sit in alone. A pacific Vampire badass did not sit by the others of her species, she went directly to the grumpy looking God and asked if she could sit by him.
He let, after thinking about it, appear a bean bag next to him.

Astraea went to her soulmate and sat on his lap.
All the other Demigods sat by the group and looked at the Vampires interested, but also mad because of the fact that they hate their beautiful Astraea.

As everybody was sitting at the couches, the book began to read out loud.

[Book]
[Speaking]
[Everything else]

I ACCIDENTLLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER!

"How the fuck, can you accidentlly vaporise someone?"
"Sooo there was one tim-"
"Stop, you will spoil everything!"

Look i didn't want to be a half-blood.

"Me too"
"What is a half-blood?"
"I think, this will be explaint later"

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever your lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

"What?"

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

"Yeah"
"sadly i must agree"
"You are kids, you know nothing"
"Yeah, Damon is right"
"Shut up Elena."

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 ofus. 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.

"You didnt warn us, percy!"

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 toubled Kids in upstate New York.

Am I troubled kid?

"Yep"
"Yeah"
"Sadly yes"
"Hey!"

Yeah. You could say that.

After that, all in the room except, Elena and her boytoys began to laugh.

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 tip 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.

I know-it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

"What?!"
Athene and Annabeth looked like they're about to kill Percy.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

"Chiron!"
"From the myths?" Asked Stefan, but nobody answered.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair.

"Yeah 'Weelchair'"

He bad 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, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

"Percy?!" "Yes, Wise girl?" "Don't Wise girl me,---" Annabeth got interrupted by the Book, which continued. But that didn't stop her to glare at Percy with a murderous look.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At Ieast, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

"I think i know what happend" came from Caroline.

Boy, was I wrong.

"You are always wrong, perc!"

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.

"WHAT?"
"You did what?"
"Bro, you didn't tell me this one..."
All gods look at him in shock.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Astraea, the cute looking, but mean girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Percy got a scary glare from Apollo and Annabeth.
"I'm sorry, i didn't knew she has a soulmate and i didn't knew you, Annabeth"
"You thought i'm cute? Thanks"

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. 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 trom PE for the rest of bis 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.

"Thanks, percy, thanks"
"Sorry" said a sheepish looking Percy.

Anyway, Astraea 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 on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death

"What?!"

by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"Ohhh"

"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 Astraea'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."

"Sorry Grover, i'm actually sorry! Butttt if i'm honest, it was kinda funny and i got my karma, sooo...."
"HA HA HA, soo funny"

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Astraea right then and there. In-school suspension wouldve been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

"It can't be that bad, compared to what I and my friends gone through!"
"Elena, i can't with you. Always you, not we, only you, i hate it! Am not your friend anymore!" After that sentence, Caroline went over to sit with the Demigods.
"Is it okay with you, when I sit here?"
"Of course, you can sit here" said Piper.

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-and-orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

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 kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talkıng, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evileye.

"Brother, I hope for you that I'm wrong, with that what I'm thinking..." said Poseidon.

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.

"Do i even want to ask why?"
"Nahh"

From her first day. Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and fiured I was devil spawn. 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.

"More like Nico..."
The Demigods wanted to laugh, but were stopped by Nico.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old mach 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."

"Really, Grover? We should be undercover!"

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally. Nancy Bobofit, a friend of Astraea, snickered something about the naked guy on the stele. And I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"

"I actually liked her, she was nice when we were alone" Astra said while she remembered the old times.

It came out louder than I meant it to. 

The people in the room began to laugh.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

Like before all people in the room began to laugh.

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 actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

The children of Kronos began to remember the experience of being eaten.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because..."

"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and-"

"GOD?!" Was heard from the old looking man.

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

As Zeus heard this, his face color began to change.

"Titan." I corrected myself "And... he didn't trust his kids. who were the gods. So, um. Kronos ate them, right? 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 barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew" said one of the girls behind me. and so there was this big fight berween the gods and the Titans" I continued, "and the god won."

A "Did you just tell a big war in a few sentences??" came from Annabeth. While she, her siblings and her mother looked shocked at him.

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to Astra her 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.'"

A few people agreed with her.

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?" 

"Busted." Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her and Astra saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

"Princess, what did you and her do?"
"Oh it doesn't matter Pollo." She said with a laugh.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I dont know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Bninner looked disappointed. "Weill, half credit, Mr. Jackson.

"Wait a minute, why got he half a credit with a disappointed look? How is he supposed to know that??" Came from Caroline.
"He wanted me to be prepared..."
"But that is no point to be like that to you." Poseidon agreed with the sweet looking girl.

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's stomach. The gods defeated ther 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, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

"What happy note, please?" said the better looking Doppelgänger which was sitting near hades throne.

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs. The guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

"Boys" said a beautiful but dangerous looking women with a disgusted voice.

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Okey so i will stop it here, and will continue/finish the chapter in the next update.
I hope you like the book (: