The Omnitrix holder and the lighting theif

Three old ladies knitted the socks of death

Percy pov

This has been so weird. Once when Amara entered the museum it was like everyone had forgotten about miss Dodds and then this new teacher comes out of nowhere.

It is almost like she is an imagination...

But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying. Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.

But Amara will not tell, she just talks about something else immediately after speaking that Mrs. Kerr just told her nancy gets a year's detention.

The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows of my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good....it did make Amara chuckle a bit before giving me a scolding glare.

The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy. Fine, I told myself. Just fine. I was homesick. I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

And yet . . . there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, and the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. But I worried most if I leave Amara...as a friend yeah definitely a friend who is cu...BACK TO THE STORY.

I'd miss Latin class, too - Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well. As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life and death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him. The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.

The door knocked and opens. My heart warms up and I smiled seeing Amara enter rubbing her eyes and holding a weird Teddy bear in her arms.

"Hey still studying for that test Percy?" She said yawning. "Yeah at least let me try to get a good grade before I leave," I said

"Where you will go, Percy? " She asked sitting on my bed.

" not sure....but definitely to my mom," I said as she smiled at me. "Well if you're having trouble you can ask me or Mr Brunner," She said

I nodded and left the room

Amara pov

I wait for Percy in the room as ship explores. I had to pretend he was a toy which help with my insomnia.

Soon Grover came back and was surprised I was there. But we chat till Percy came back shaken but hids it.

Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"