percy-jackson-and-the-olympians-1-the-lightning-thief

"You don't know anything about me."
"No?" She raised an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were
kicked out of a lot of them."
"How—"
"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."
I tried to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right?
That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive,
can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you
alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your
senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of
them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."
"You sound like ... you went through the same thing?"
"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much
less the ambrosia and nectar."
"Ambrosia and nectar."
"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal
kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it.
You're a half-blood."
A half-blood.
I was reeling with so many questions I didn't know where to start.
Then a husky voice yelled, "Well! A newbie!"
I looked over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin was sauntering toward us. She had three other
girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.
"Clarisse," Annabeth sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"
"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."
''Erre es korakas!" Annabeth said, which I somehow understood was Greek for 'Go to the
crows!' though I had a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounded. "You don't stand a chance."
"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn't sure she could
follow through on the threat. She turned toward me. "Who's this little runt?"
"Percy Jackson," Annabeth said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares." I blinked. "Like ... the war
god?"