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But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us.
You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.
Grover tried to calm me down. “It’s okay. I like peanut butter.”
“Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. 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.
Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, I thought. And make you sing soprano for a week.
“Oh, nobody much,” Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. “Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions.”
“Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”
“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled. I wasn’t sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant “Eat my pants!”
The Gods Mount Olympus 600th Floor, Empire State Building New York, NY With best wishes, PERCY JACKSON
“They’re not going to like that,” Grover warned. “They’ll think you’re impertinent.” I poured some golden drachmas in the pouch. As soon as I closed it, there was a sound like a cash register. The package floated off the table and disappeared with a pop! “I am impertinent,” I said.
“Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?” I asked. “It only works on wild animals.” “So it would only affect Percy,” Annabeth reasoned. “Hey!” I protested.
As we hurried passed the entrance of an alley, a voice from the darkness said, “Hey, you.” Like an idiot, I stopped.
I thought about that as we waited for the ghouls to pass. I pretended not to see Annabeth wipe a tear from her cheek as she listened to the mournful keening of Cerberus in the distance, longing for his new friend.
What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades’s underwear?
Talk about being a fucking hypocrite
That’s another thing about ADHD. Deadlines just aren’t real to me until I’m staring one in the face.
Fucking mood 😭
