Rick Riordan - The Battle of the Labyrinth

Text copyright 2008 by Rick Riordan

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ONE

The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my moms car in front of Goode High School on East 81st.

Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Staring up at the fancy stone archway, I wondered how long it would take me to get kicked out of this place.

Just relax. My mom didnt sound relaxed. Its only an orientation tour. And remember, dear, this is Pauls school. So try not to... you know.

Destroy it?

Yes.

Paul Blofis, my moms boyfriend, was standing out front, greeting future ninth graders as they came up the steps. With his salt-and-pepper hair, denim clothes, and leather jacket, he reminded me of a TV actor, but he was just an English teacher. Hed managed to convince Goode High School to accept me for ninth grade, despite the fact that Id gotten kicked out of every school Id ever attended.

Id tried to warn him it wasnt a good idea, but he wouldnt listen.

I looked at my mom. You havent told him the truth about me, have you?

She tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel. She was dressed up for a job interviewher best blue dress and high-heeled shoes.

I thought we should wait, she admitted.

So we dont scare him away.

Im sure orientation will be fine, Percy. Its only one morning.

Great, I mumbled. I can get expelled before I even start the school year.

Think positive. Tomorrow youre off to camp! After orientation, youve got your date

Its not a date! I protested. Its just Annabeth, Mom. Jeez!

Shes coming all the way from camp to meet you.

Well, yeah.

Youre going to the movies.

Yeah.

Just the two of you.

Mom!

She held up her hands in surrender, but I could tell she was trying hard not to smile. Youd better get inside, dear. Ill see you tonight.

I was about to get out of the car when I looked over at the steps of the school. Paul Blofis was greeting a girl with frizzy red hair. She wore a maroon T-shirt and ratty jeans decorated with marker drawings. When she turned, I caught a glimpse of her face, and the hairs on my arms stood straight up.

Percy? my mom asked. Whats wrong?

N-nothing, I stammered. Does the school have a side entrance?

Down the block on the right. Why?

Ill see you later.

My mom started to say something, but I got out of the car and ran, hoping the redheaded girl wouldnt see me.

What was she doing here? Not even my luck could be this bad.

Yeah, right. I was about to find out my luck could get a whole lot worse.

Sneaking into orientation didnt work out too well. Two cheerleaders in purple-and-white uniforms were standing at the side entrance, waiting to ambush freshmen.

Hi! They smiled, which I figured was the first and last time any cheerleaders would be that friendly to me. One was blond with icy blue eyes. The other was African American with dark curly hair like Medusas (and believe me, I know what Im talking about). Both girls had their names stitched in cursive on their uniforms, but with my dyslexia, the words looked like meaningless spaghetti.

Welcome to Goode, the blond girl said. You are so going to love it.

But as she looked me up and down, her expression said something more like, Eww, who is this loser?

The other girl stepped uncomfortably close to me. I studied the stitching on her uniform and made out Kelli. She smelled like roses and something else I recognized from riding lessons at campthe scent of freshly washed horses. It was a weird smell for a cheerleader. Maybe she owned a horse or something. Anyway, she stood so close I got the feeling she was going to try to push me down the steps. Whats your name, fish?

Fish?

Freshman.

Uh, Percy.

The girls exchanged looks.

Oh, Percy Jackson, the blond one said. Weve been waiting for you.

That sent a major Uh-oh chill down my back. They were blocking the entrance, smiling in a not-very-friendly way. My hand crept instinctively toward my pocket, where I kept my lethal ballpoint pen, Riptide.

Then another voice came from inside the building: Percy? It was Paul Blofis, somewhere down the hallway. Id never been so glad to hear his voice.

The cheerleaders backed off. I was so anxious to get past them I accidentally kneed Kelli in the thigh.

Clang.

Her leg made a hollow, metallic sound, like Id just hit a flagpole.

Ow, she muttered. Watch it, fish.

I glanced down, but her leg looked like a regular old leg. I was too freaked out to ask questions. I dashed into the hall, the cheerleaders laughing behind me.

There you are! Paul told me. Welcome to Goode!

Hey, Pauluh, Mr. Blofis. I glanced back, but the weird cheerleaders had disappeared.

Percy, you look like youve seen a ghost.

Yeah, uh

Paul clapped me on the back. Listen, I know youre nervous, but dont worry. We get a lot of kids here with ADHD and dyslexia. The teachers know how to help.

I almost wanted to laugh. If only ADHD and dyslexia were my biggest worries. I mean, I knew Paul was trying to help, but if I told him the truth about me, hed either think I was crazy or hed run away screaming. Those cheerleaders, for instance. I had a bad feeling about them....

Then I looked down the hall, and I remembered I had another problem. The redheaded girl Id seen on the front steps was just coming in the main entrance.

Dont notice me, I prayed.

She noticed me. Her eyes widened.

Wheres the orientation? I asked Paul.

The gym. That way. But

Bye.

Percy? he called, but I was already running.

I thought Id lost her.

A bunch of kids were heading for the gym, and soon I was just one of three hundred fourteen-year-olds all crammed into the bleachers. A marching band played an out-of-tune fight song that sounded like somebody hitting a bag of cats with a metal baseball bat. Older kids, probably student council members, stood up front modeling the Goode school uniform and looking all, Hey, were cool. Teachers milled around, smiling and shaking hands with students. The walls of the gym were plastered with big purple-andwhite banners that said WELCOME FUTURE FRESHMEN, GOODE IS GOOD, WERE ALL FAMILY, and a bunch of other happy slogans that pretty much made me want to throw up.

None of the other freshmen looked thrilled to be here, either. I mean, coming to orientation in June, when school doesnt even start until September, is not cool. But at Goode, We prepare to excel early! At least thats what the brochure said.