Lily Zolomon Jekyll: The Lightning Thief?

CHAPTER ONE: I Drowned My Principal

Am i a troubled kid?

Yea thats accurate

We could start at any part of my life but 6 years ago was when it really started going bad, when our twelfth grade class took a trip to Manhattan with another school, i believe you're familiar with that school if you've even bothered to read this. Twenty Three mentally ill children, the principal, Mr White and a war ready coach name Coach Hedge on the way to a metropolitan art museum of greek gods

Why we were on a field trip with sixth graders when we were 18 I have no idea to be honest I barely listened to the briefing before signing up for the field trip it beats doing extra work that's not for grade

I know it sounds amazing, most of our field trips were, Mr Bruner from the other school was genuinely cool he looked like what you would imagine a centaur with no legs to look like and he taught latin or so i was told by a kid named Percy Jackson he was a "typical" troubled child moving from school to school every few months we quickly became friend, he was clearly not my type though besides the fact he was 6 years younger than me, my type had mostly been women, he immediately struck me as looking like a brotherly friend, he had messy jet black hair it was cool, his complexion looked slightly Caribbean and he had sea green eyes, unlike me who was pale, had black hair like him and had blue eyes like the sky. He was not actually a typical problem child when you actually paid attention to him, he like me and many other halfbloods were just unlucky and monsters found us everywhere. I hoped we both would finally have a good trip, boy was i wrong

See we have a bad track record with trips both me and percy though I didn't know it we seem to have bad things happen to us every school trip, see the last school i went to we had a school trip to disney world and i broke something, the school had to pay disney land $2000 and I wasn't allowed to come back to school the next year. Another year i went to a ww2 museum and i accidentally broke a tank somehow, it was such a freak accident but i got expelled from that school too the point is i start trouble

But this year i was determined to be good

There was no way i could screw this up its a greek museum I can't push over heavy marble statues, could I?

On the way into the city i had been staring at Nora my crush from across the bus isle occasionally making conversation with her she would make funny faces at me and we both would laugh we were best friends never could even the world separate us but she didn't know i liked her

People were complaining all through the bus drive about coach hedge, he was a easy target as he was a grumpy little man who always carried around a bat he looked like a fourth grader from behind because he was shorter than most of the sixth grade students we had went on a field trip with he was 5 foot tall but his face was that of a middle aged man going through a crisis he had extremely hairy arms and a big belly, he looked like he had horns weirdly he even smelled like seared goat, if you've seen the movie hercules he kinda looked like phil

There was this one person who was being way worse to coach hedge than anyone else throwing food at him though coach hedge didn't care he just caught the food and ate it. i had a burning hatred for this person

Her name was Veronica, she chewed way to much gum she was annoying with a psychotic need to be liked by anybody popular she had freckles on freckles but somehow people liked her, her hair was red or orange? It was ginger whatever color ginger hair is and really curly her hair if straightened it was long and straight, "I'm gonna kill her" i said to ted who was Nora's brother and my other best friend "it's okay hedge likes food anyway" ted tried to calm me down with that sentence but then Veronica throwed another piece of food at hedge which bonks him on the head "thats it" i started to rise from my seat but would be pulled back down to the seats by ted "you're gonna get ISS again you can't fight someone" hedge would stand up and walk to the back of the bus where veronica was "whose throwing food back here" awkward silence in the back of the bus "no one's answering, i guess I'll have to sit back here to make sure no one throws anything, and also everyone from" he looked at my seat number which was 10 "everyone from row 11 and back has to run 2 laps around the museum when we get there before going in" i sighed i had just escaped certain doom i was terrible with cardio even if I had no problem being faster than both Nora and Ted who ran at almost professional speeds