the lightning thief | Page 4

spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get
control of your temper." But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.

I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the
fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"

"—the water—"

"—like it grabbed her—"

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt
at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her
eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey—"
 "I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared
Grover to death.

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But—"

"You—will—stay—here."

Grover looked at me desperately.

"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."

Nancy Bobofit smirked.

I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't
there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently
at me to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?




I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I
know I've missed something, as if a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the
blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain
misinterpreting things.

I wasn't so sure.

I went after Mrs. Dodds.
 Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes
between me and Mr. Brunner, like he wanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr.
Brunner was absorbed in his novel.

I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the
end of the entrance hall.

Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.

But apparently that wasn't the plan.

I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the
Greek and Roman section.

Except for us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She
was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling.

Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher,
especially Mrs. Dodds. Something about the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to
pulverize it...

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.

I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with
it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.

I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building.

"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we
found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I didn't know what she was talking about.
 All I could think