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The Sea of Monsters

The Sea of Monsters

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Autoren: Rick Riordan
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pronounced that we’d understood Lord of the Flies perfectly. We all passed his course, and we should never, never grow up to be violent people. Matt Sloan nodded earnestly, then gave me a chip-toothed grin.
    I had to promise to buy Tyson an extra peanut butter sandwich at lunch to get him to stop sobbing.
    “I . . . I am a freak?” he asked me.
    “No,” I promised, gritting my teeth. “Matt Sloan is the freak.”
    Tyson sniffled. “You are a good friend. Miss you next year if . . . if I can’t . . .”
    His voice trembled. I realized he didn’t know if he’d be invited back next year for the community service project. I wondered if the headmaster had even bothered talking to him about it.
    “Don’t worry, big guy,” I managed. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
    Tyson gave me such a grateful look I felt like a big liar. How could I promise a kid like him that anything would be fine?
    Our next exam was science. Mrs. Tesla told us that we had to mix chemicals until we succeeded in making something explode. Tyson was my lab partner. His hands were way too big for the tiny vials we were supposed to use. He accidentally knocked a tray of chemicals off the counter and made an orange mushroom cloud in the trash can.
    After Mrs. Tesla evacuated the lab and called the hazardous waste removal squad, she praised Tyson and me for being natural chemists. We were the first ones who’d ever aced her exam in under thirty seconds.
    I was glad the morning went fast, because it kept me from thinking too much about my problems. I couldn’t stand the idea that something might be wrong at camp. Even worse, I couldn’t shake the memory of my bad dream. I had a terrible feeling that Grover was in danger.
    In social studies, while we were drawing latitude/longitude maps, I opened my notebook and stared at the photo inside—my friend Annabeth on vacation in Washington, D.C. She was wearing jeans and a denim jacket over her orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bandanna. She was standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial with her arms crossed, looking extremely pleased with herself, like she’d personally designed the place. See, Annabeth wants to be an architect when she grows up, so she’s always visiting famous monuments and stuff. She’s weird that way. She’d e-mailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I’d look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn’t just been my imagination.
    I wished Annabeth were here. She’d know what to make of my dream. I’d never admit it to her, but she was smarter than me, even if she was annoying sometimes.
    I was about to close my notebook when Matt Sloan reached over and ripped the photo out of the rings.
    “Hey!” I protested.
    Sloan checked out the picture and his eyes got wide. “No way, Jackson. Who is that? She is not your—”
    “Give it back!” My ears felt hot.
    Sloan handed the photo to his ugly buddies, who snickered and started ripping it up to make spit wads. They were new kids who must’ve been visiting, because they were all wearing those stupid HI! MY NAME IS : tags from the admissions office. They must’ve had a weird sense of humor, too, because they’d all filled in strange names like: MARROW SUCKER, SKULL EATER, and JOE BOB. No human beings had names like that.
    “These guys are moving here next year,” Sloan bragged, like that was supposed to scare me. “I bet they can pay the tuition, too, unlike your retard friend.”
    “He’s not retarded.” I had to try really, really hard not to punch Sloan the face.
    “You’re such a loser, Jackson. Good thing I’m gonna put you out of your misery next period.”
    His huge buddies chewed up my photo. I wanted to pulverize them, but I was under strict orders from Chiron never to take my anger out on regular mortals, no matter how obnoxious they were. I had to save my fighting for monsters.
    Still, part of me thought, if Sloan only knew who I really was . . .
    The bell rang.
    As Tyson and I were leaving class, a girl’s voice whispered, “Percy!”
    I looked around the locker area, but nobody was paying me any attention. Like any girl at Meriwether would ever be caught dead calling my name.
    Before I had time to consider whether or not I’d been imagining things, a crowd of kids rushed for the gym, carrying Tyson and me along with them. It was time for PE. Our coach had promised us a free-for-all dodgeball game, and

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