So try not to…you know.” “Destroy it?” “Yes.” Paul Blofis, my mom’s boyfriend, was standing out front, greeting future ninth graders as they came up the steps. And remember, dear, this is Paul’s school. “Just relax.” My mom didn’t sound relaxed. Staring up at the fancy stone archway, I wondered how long it would take me to get kicked out of this place. A bunch of BMWs and Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. But there I was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom’s car in front of Goode High School on East 81st. The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. Rick Riordan Percy Jackson and the OlympiansĬhapter One I Battle The Cheerleading Squad 1
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