The Lightning Thief chapter 2

This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time.

I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid porker parties.

Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

My nerves have not been right since the last winter solstice.

Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.

After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.

"Is this like superstition or something?" I asked. No answer. "Grover--- that snipping of the yarn. Does it mean that somebody is going to die?"