Chapter 21: Fire on Nancy.
Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew that Me and Percy couldn't do anything back to her because we were both already on probation. The headmaster had threatened us with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"I'm going to kill her", Percy and me mumbled. Grover tried to calm both of us down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter".
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"That's it". We both started to get up, but Grover pulled us both back to our seats.
"You're both already on probation," he reminded us. You know who'll get blamed if anything happens".
I tell him fine, so no bodily harm. So I use some of my mana to create a spark of fire on her pants.
Nancy Bobofit starts smelling something that's smoking. She asks one of her friends next to her, what is that burning smell?. She tells her that she doesn't know and why don't you go look?. The fire starts getting more intense and burning. She looks down and sees a flare of flames that's on her pants. She pats it out and now she has a big hole in her pants.
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right there and then. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess we were about to get into.
Chapter 22: Museum Tour.
Mr Brunner led the museum tour.
He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.
It blew our minds that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.
He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. Percy and James were trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around us was talking, and every time we told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give us the evil eye.