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1 I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER
第一章 我讓數學老師人間蒸發了
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie yourmom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe thatnone of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might beone of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at YancyAcademy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.
I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan— twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, headingto the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.
But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play gamesin class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't putme to sleep.
I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I hadthis accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. Andbefore that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hitthe wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.
This trip, I was determined to be good.
All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. Hewalked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day inthe cafeteria.
Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anythingback to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension ifanything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.
"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothingcompared to the mess I was about to get myself into.
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 ofreally old black-and-orange pottery.
It blew my mind 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 agrave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what hehad to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty yearsold. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, whenour last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.
From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at meand say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.
Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shutup?"
It came out louder than I meant it to.
The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"
My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."
Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ..."
"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and—"
"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.
"Titan," I corrected myself. "And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wifehid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"
"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.
"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."
Some snickers from the group.
Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our jobapplications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"
"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
"Busted," Grover muttered.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.
At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.
I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."
"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustardand wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growingup completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, andscattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."
I knew that was coming.
I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"
Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go— intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seeneverything.
"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.
"About the Titans?"
"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."
"Oh."
"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had everlived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn'texpect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spellthem correctly.
I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.
He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.
Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was globalwarming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massivesnow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying topickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.
Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybodywouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
" Detention?" Grover asked.
"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius."
Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment tomake me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"
I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.
I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me andbe glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand thatsad look she'd give me.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A redumbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gottentired of stealing from the tourists—and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face withliquid Cheetos.
I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I was somad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.
I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"
"—the water—"
"—like it grabbed her—"
I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.
As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for allsemester. "Now, honey—"
"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."
That wasn't the right thing to say.
"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.
"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."
I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.
She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.
"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.
"But—"
"You—will—stay—here."
Grover looked at me desperately.
"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."
"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."
Nancy Bobofit smirked.
I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at themuseum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.
How'd she get there so fast?
I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, asif a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this waspart of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.
I wasn't so sure.
I went after Mrs. Dodds.
Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like hewanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.
I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.
Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.
But apparently that wasn't the plan.
I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.
Except for us, the gallery was empty.
Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise inher throat, like growling.
Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Somethingabout the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."
She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"
The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.
She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.
I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."
Thunder shook the building.
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and youwill suffer less pain."
I didn't know what she was talking about.
All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Ormaybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they weregoing to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Ma'am, I don't..."
"Your time is up," she hissed.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Herjacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouthfull of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.
Then things got even stranger.
Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.
"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hitmy hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.
Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.
My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.
She snarled, "Die, honey!"
And she flew straight at me.
Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.
The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!
Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but thesmell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.
I was alone.
There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.
Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.
My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.
Had I imagined the whole thing?
I went back outside.
It had started to rain.
Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked fromher swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."
I said, "Who?"
"Our teacher. Duh!"
I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.
She just rolled her eyes and turned away.
I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.
He said, "Who?"
But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.
"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."
Thunder boomed overhead.
I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.
I went over to him.
He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."
I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.
"Sir," I said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"
He stared at me blankly. "Who?"
"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."
He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there hasnever been a Mrs. Dodds at YancyAcademy. Are you feeling all right?"
第一章 我讓數學老師人間蒸發了
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie yourmom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe thatnone of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might beone of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at YancyAcademy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.
I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan— twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, headingto the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.
But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play gamesin class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't putme to sleep.
I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.
See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I hadthis accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. Andbefore that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hitthe wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.
This trip, I was determined to be good.
All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.
Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. Hewalked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day inthe cafeteria.
Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anythingback to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension ifanything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.
Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.
"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothingcompared to the mess I was about to get myself into.
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 ofreally old black-and-orange pottery.
It blew my mind 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 agrave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what hehad to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty yearsold. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, whenour last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.
From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at meand say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."
Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.
Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shutup?"
It came out louder than I meant it to.
The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.
"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"
My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."
Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"
"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ..."
"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and—"
"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.
"Titan," I corrected myself. "And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wifehid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"
"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.
"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."
Some snickers from the group.
Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our jobapplications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"
"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
"Busted," Grover muttered.
"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.
At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.
I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."
"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustardand wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growingup completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, andscattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."
I knew that was coming.
I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"
Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go— intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seeneverything.
"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.
"About the Titans?"
"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."
"Oh."
"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."
I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.
I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had everlived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn'texpect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spellthem correctly.
I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.
He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.
Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was globalwarming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massivesnow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying topickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.
Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybodywouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
" Detention?" Grover asked.
"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius."
Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment tomake me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"
I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.
I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me andbe glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand thatsad look she'd give me.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A redumbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends—I guess she'd gottentired of stealing from the tourists—and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.
"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face withliquid Cheetos.
I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper." But I was somad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears.
I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see—"
"—the water—"
"—like it grabbed her—"
I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.
As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on me. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if I'd done something she'd been waiting for allsemester. "Now, honey—"
"I know," I grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."
That wasn't the right thing to say.
"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.
"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."
I stared at him, stunned. I couldn't believe he was trying to cover for me. Mrs. Dodds scared Grover to death.
She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.
"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.
"But—"
"You—will—stay—here."
Grover looked at me desperately.
"It's okay, man," I told him. "Thanks for trying."
"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at me. "Now."
Nancy Bobofit smirked.
I gave her my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later stare. Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at themuseum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on.
How'd she get there so fast?
I have moments like that a lot, when my brain falls asleep or something, and the next thing I know I've missed something, asif a puzzle piece fell out of the universe and left me staring at the blank place behind it. The school counselor told me this waspart of the ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things.
I wasn't so sure.
I went after Mrs. Dodds.
Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover. He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr. Brunner, like hewanted Mr. Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr. Brunner was absorbed in his novel.
I looked back up. Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again. She was now inside the building, at the end of the entrance hall.
Okay, I thought. She's going to make me buy a new shirt for Nancy at the gift shop.
But apparently that wasn't the plan.
I followed her deeper into the museum. When I finally caught up to her, we were back in the Greek and Roman section.
Except for us, the gallery was empty.
Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise inher throat, like growling.
Even without the noise, I would've been nervous. It's weird being alone with a teacher, especially Mrs. Dodds. Somethingabout the way she looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it...
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
I did the safe thing. I said, "Yes, ma'am."
She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"
The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.
She's a teacher, I thought nervously. It's not like she's going to hurt me.
I said, "I'll—I'll try harder, ma'am."
Thunder shook the building.
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and youwill suffer less pain."
I didn't know what she was talking about.
All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room. Ormaybe they'd realized I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they weregoing to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Ma'am, I don't..."
"Your time is up," she hissed.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Herjacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouthfull of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons.
Then things got even stranger.
Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.
"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.
Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.
With a yelp, I dodged and felt talons slash the air next to my ear. I snatched the ballpoint pen out of the air, but when it hitmy hand, it wasn't a pen anymore. It was a sword—Mr. Brunner's bronze sword, which he always used on tournament day.
Mrs. Dodds spun toward me with a murderous look in her eyes.
My knees were jelly. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped the sword.
She snarled, "Die, honey!"
And she flew straight at me.
Absolute terror ran through my body. I did the only thing that came naturally: I swung the sword.
The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!
Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but thesmell of sulfur and a dying screech and a chill of evil in the air, as if those two glowing red eyes were still watching me.
I was alone.
There was a ballpoint pen in my hand.
Mr. Brunner wasn't there. Nobody was there but me.
My hands were still trembling. My lunch must've been contaminated with magic mushrooms or something.
Had I imagined the whole thing?
I went back outside.
It had started to rain.
Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was still standing there, soaked fromher swim in the fountain, grumbling to her ugly friends. When she saw me, she said, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."
I said, "Who?"
"Our teacher. Duh!"
I blinked. We had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr. I asked Nancy what she was talking about.
She just rolled her eyes and turned away.
I asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.
He said, "Who?"
But he paused first, and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was messing with me.
"Not funny, man," I told him. "This is serious."
Thunder boomed overhead.
I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved.
I went over to him.
He looked up, a little distracted. "Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."
I handed Mr. Brunner his pen. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it.
"Sir," I said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"
He stared at me blankly. "Who?"
"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."
He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there hasnever been a Mrs. Dodds at YancyAcademy. Are you feeling all right?"
| 序號 | 英文 | 級數 | 中文 | ||||||||||||||
| 1 | absolute | 第四級 | [形容詞] 絕對的;完全的; [名詞] 絕對事物;絕對 | ||||||||||||||
| 2 | absolutely | 第四級 | absolute(絕對的;完全的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 絕對地,完全地 | ||||||||||||||
| 3 | absorbed | 第四級 | absorb(吸收(液體,氣體,光,聲等)) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 4 | accept | 第二級 | [動詞] 接受 | ||||||||||||||
| 5 | accident | 第三級 | [名詞] 事故;災禍 | ||||||||||||||
| 6 | accidentally | 第四級 | accidental(偶然的;意外的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 7 | acne | 第五級 | [名詞] 粉刺 | ||||||||||||||
| 8 | actually | 第三級 | actual(實際的;事實上的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 實際上 | ||||||||||||||
| 9 | advice | 第三級 | [名詞] 忠告 | ||||||||||||||
| 10 | aiming | 第二級 | aim(瞄準,對準) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 11 | algebra | 第五級 | [名詞] 代數 | ||||||||||||||
| 12 | ancient | 第二級 | [形容詞] 古代的 | ||||||||||||||
| 13 | anyway | 第二級 | [副詞] 不管怎樣 | ||||||||||||||
| 14 | apartment | 第二級 | [名詞] 公寓 | ||||||||||||||
| 15 | apparently | 第三級 | apparent(明顯的,顯而易見的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 顯然地 | ||||||||||||||
| 16 | appetite | 第二級 | [名詞] 胃口,食慾 | ||||||||||||||
| 17 | applications | 第四級 | application(申請) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 18 | apply | 第二級 | [動詞] 塗,敷;應用 | ||||||||||||||
| 19 | armor | 第五級 | [動詞] 穿盔甲(或加裝甲);提供防禦; [名詞] 盔甲;裝甲;(動、植物)保護層 | ||||||||||||||
| 20 | arms | 第二級 | arm(用武器裝備;提供,配備; 武裝起來) 的第三人稱單數現在式; [名詞] 武器;戰爭;戰鬥;兵役; arm(手臂) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 21 | asleep | 第二級 | [形容詞] 睡著的 | ||||||||||||||
| 22 | attention | 第二級 | [名詞] 注意;專心 | ||||||||||||||
| 23 | avenue | 第三級 | [名詞] 大街,大道 | ||||||||||||||
| 24 | awesome | 第六級 | [形容詞] 令人敬畏的;非凡的 | ||||||||||||||
| 25 | barbecue | 第二級 | [動詞] (在戶外)烤,炙(肉類); [名詞] 烤肉 | ||||||||||||||
| 26 | barked | 第二級 | bark(狗叫) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 27 | beard | 第二級 | [名詞] 鬍子 | ||||||||||||||
| 28 | being | 第三級 | be(是;要;有;在) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 存在;生存;生命;本質 | ||||||||||||||
| 29 | beyond | 第二級 | [副詞] 在更遠處; [介系詞] 越出;晚於;在...那一邊 | ||||||||||||||
| 30 | blade | 第四級 | [名詞] 刀片;葉片;葉片狀物 | ||||||||||||||
| 31 | blamed | 第三級 | blame(歸咎於) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 32 | blank | 第二級 | [形容詞] 空白的;空的,無內容的;茫然的; [名詞] 空白 | ||||||||||||||
| 33 | blankly | 第二級 | blank(空白的;空的,無內容的;茫然的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 34 | blinked | 第四級 | blink(眨眼睛;閃爍) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 35 | board | 第二級 | [動詞] 上車;上船; [名詞] 木板;膳食;車上;船上; 董事會 | ||||||||||||||
| 36 | boarding | 第二級 | board(上車;上船) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 37 | boomed | 第五級 | boom(發出隆隆聲;激增;暴漲;興旺) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 38 | brain | 第二級 | [名詞] 腦;智力,頭腦 | ||||||||||||||
| 39 | breakdown | 第六級 | [名詞] 故障;損壞;崩潰;分析 | ||||||||||||||
| 40 | brewing | 第六級 | brew(釀造;醞釀著) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 41 | bronze | 第五級 | [形容詞] 青銅製的;青銅色的; [名詞] 青銅;青銅製品;古銅色 | ||||||||||||||
| 42 | cafeteria | 第二級 | [名詞] 自助餐館 | ||||||||||||||
| 43 | calm | 第二級 | [形容詞] 寧靜的; [動詞] 變安靜;使鎮定; [名詞] 安靜;鎮定;平靜;無風 | ||||||||||||||
| 44 | cannon | 第五級 | [動詞] 開砲;砲轟; [名詞] 大砲;榴彈砲; cannon(大砲;榴彈砲) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 45 | carving | 第四級 | carve(刻,雕刻) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 46 | castle | 第二級 | [名詞] 城堡 | ||||||||||||||
| 47 | celery | 第五級 | [名詞] 芹菜 | ||||||||||||||
| 48 | chair | 第五級 | [動詞] 主持(會議);任(會議的)主席; [名詞] 椅子 | ||||||||||||||
| 49 | chalk | 第二級 | [動詞] 使變白;畫出...的草圖;規劃;記下; [名詞] 粉筆 | ||||||||||||||
| 50 | challenged | 第三級 | [形容詞] 殘障的(婉轉說法); challenge(對...提出異議) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 51 | chill | 第三級 | [形容詞] 涼颼颼的; [動詞] 使變冷;使打寒顫;使掃興,使沮喪; [名詞] 寒冷,寒氣 | ||||||||||||||
| 52 | chin | 第二級 | [名詞] 下巴 | ||||||||||||||
| 53 | chunks | 第六級 | chunk((肉、木材等的)大塊;厚片) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 54 | claws | 第二級 | claw(用爪子抓) 的第三人稱單數現在式; claw((動物的)爪,腳爪;(蟹,蝦等的)鉗,螯) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 55 | coals | 第二級 | coal(煤) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 56 | collection | 第三級 | [名詞] 收集 | ||||||||||||||
| 57 | column | 第三級 | [名詞] (報紙的)欄,段;行 | ||||||||||||||
| 58 | comment | 第四級 | [動詞] 評論; [名詞] 評論 | ||||||||||||||
| 59 | compared | 第二級 | [形容詞] 比較的;對照的; compare(比較) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 60 | completely | 第二級 | complete(完整的；徹底的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 61 | concerned | 第三級 | [形容詞] 掛慮的,擔心的;有關的;參與的;關心的; concern(使擔心) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 62 | confess | 第四級 | [動詞] 坦白,供認,承認 | ||||||||||||||
| 63 | contaminated | 第五級 | contaminate(弄髒;污染) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 64 | control | 第二級 | [動詞] 控制; [名詞] 支配;控制;操縱裝置;指揮部 | ||||||||||||||
| 65 | counselor | 第五級 | [名詞] 顧問;(學生的)輔導員;律師 | ||||||||||||||
| 66 | crackers | 第五級 | cracker((淡或鹹的)薄脆餅乾;鞭炮) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 67 | credit | 第三級 | [動詞] 把...記入貸方; [名詞] 信用;貸方 | ||||||||||||||
| 68 | crippled | 第四級 | cripple(使成跛子;使殘廢) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 69 | crooked | 第六級 | [形容詞] 彎曲的;欺詐的;不正派的; crook(使彎曲;成鉤形) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 70 | crossed | 第二級 | cross(越過;渡過) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 71 | dangerous | 第二級 | [形容詞] 危險的 | ||||||||||||||
| 72 | defeated | 第四級 | defeat(戰勝,擊敗) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 73 | demanded | 第四級 | demand(要求,請求) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 74 | desperately | 第四級 | desperate(極度渴望的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 75 | despite | 第四級 | [介系詞] 不管,儘管,任憑 | ||||||||||||||
| 76 | determined | 第三級 | [形容詞] 果斷的,決然的; determine(決定) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 77 | devil | 第三級 | [名詞] 魔鬼,惡魔 | ||||||||||||||
| 78 | disappeared | 第二級 | disappear(消失) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 79 | disappointed | 第三級 | [形容詞] 失望的,沮喪的; disappoint(使失望) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 80 | disease | 第三級 | [名詞] 病,疾病 | ||||||||||||||
| 81 | disorder | 第四級 | [動詞] 使混亂;擾亂; [名詞] 混亂,無秩序; 不適,小病 | ||||||||||||||
| 82 | distracted | 第六級 | distract(轉移(目標);使分心) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 83 | dodged | 第三級 | dodge(閃開;迴避) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 84 | doorway | 第五級 | [名詞] 出入口;門口 | ||||||||||||||
| 85 | dorm | 第四級 | [名詞] 宿舍 | ||||||||||||||
| 86 | dressed | 第二級 | [形容詞] 穿好衣服的;打扮好的; dress(穿著) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 87 | drifted | 第四級 | drift(漂,漂流) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 88 | dropped | 第二級 | drop((使)滴落;丟下) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 89 | dumped | 第三級 | dump(傾倒;拋棄) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 90 | dying | 第四級 | [形容詞] 垂死的;行將結束的;快熄滅的; dye(把...染上顏色) 的現在分詞; die(死) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 91 | elsewhere | 第四級 | [副詞] 在別處;往別處 | ||||||||||||||
| 92 | embarrassing | 第四級 | embarrass(使困窘) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 93 | empty | 第三級 | [形容詞] 空的; [動詞] 倒空;流空 | ||||||||||||||
| 94 | entertaining | 第四級 | entertain(招待,款待) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 95 | entrance | 第二級 | [名詞] 入口 | ||||||||||||||
| 96 | envy | 第三級 | [動詞] 羨慕;嫉妒; [名詞] 妒忌;羨慕 | ||||||||||||||
| 97 | erase | 第三級 | [動詞] 擦掉,抹去 | ||||||||||||||
| 98 | erasing | 第三級 | erase(擦掉,抹去) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 99 | especially | 第二級 | [副詞] 特別地 | ||||||||||||||
| 100 | essay | 第四級 | [名詞] 論說文;散文 | ||||||||||||||
| 101 | evil | 第三級 | [形容詞] 邪惡的; [名詞] 邪惡,罪惡 | ||||||||||||||
| 102 | excellent | 第二級 | [形容詞] 非常好的 | ||||||||||||||
| 103 | excusing | 第二級 | excuse(原諒;借光) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 104 | expect | 第二級 | [動詞] 期待 | ||||||||||||||
| 105 | expected | 第二級 | expect(期待) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 106 | expelled | 第六級 | expel(驅逐;排出;開除) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 107 | explain | 第二級 | [動詞] 解釋 | ||||||||||||||
| 108 | exploded | 第三級 | explode(使爆炸) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 109 | fan | 第三級 | [動詞] 扇;煽動;激起; [名詞] 風扇;扇子;迷友 | ||||||||||||||
| 110 | fiction | 第四級 | [名詞] 小說 | ||||||||||||||
| 111 | field | 第二級 | [名詞] 原野;田賽場地;野外 | ||||||||||||||
| 112 | figured | 第二級 | figure(估計;描繪) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 113 | flooding | 第二級 | flood(淹沒;使泛濫) 的現在分詞; [名詞] 泛濫 | ||||||||||||||
| 114 | flush | 第四級 | [動詞] 湧;湧流;用水沖洗; [名詞] 紅暈 | ||||||||||||||
| 115 | fool | 第二級 | [動詞] 愚弄; [名詞] 呆子 | ||||||||||||||
| 116 | fools | 第二級 | fool(愚弄) 的第三人稱單數現在式; fool(呆子) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 117 | forward | 第二級 | [形容詞] 前面的; [動詞] 轉遞; [副詞] 向前地; [名詞] 前鋒 | ||||||||||||||
| 118 | found | 第三級 | [動詞] 建立;建造;鑄造;熔化; find(找到) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 119 | fountain | 第三級 | [名詞] 泉水;噴泉;水源 | ||||||||||||||
| 120 | freaks | 第六級 | freak(使瘋狂;使反常) 的第三人稱單數現在式; freak(畸形人(或動植物);反常現象;怪人) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 121 | frowned | 第四級 | frown(皺眉;表示不滿) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 122 | frustrated | 第三級 | frustrate(挫敗;阻撓) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 123 | funeral | 第四級 | [名詞] 喪葬,葬儀 | ||||||||||||||
| 124 | future | 第二級 | [形容詞] 未來的,將來的;將來(時)的; [名詞] 未來 | ||||||||||||||
| 125 | galleries | 第四級 | gallery(畫廊,美術館) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 126 | gallery | 第四級 | [名詞] 畫廊,美術館 | ||||||||||||||
| 127 | gathered | 第二級 | gather(集合) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 128 | genius | 第四級 | [名詞] 天才 | ||||||||||||||
| 129 | gesturing | 第三級 | gesture(做手勢,用動作示意) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 130 | glanced | 第三級 | glance(看一下,一瞥;掃視) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 131 | glared | 第五級 | glare(怒目注視;眩目地照射) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 132 | global | 第三級 | [形容詞] 全世界的 | ||||||||||||||
| 133 | glow | 第三級 | [動詞] 發白熱光,灼熱; [名詞] 灼熱;光輝 | ||||||||||||||
| 134 | glowing | 第三級 | glow(發白熱光,灼熱) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 135 | grabbed | 第三級 | grab(攫取,抓取) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 136 | grade | 第二級 | [動詞] 將...分等級;將...分類; [名詞] 年級;分數 | ||||||||||||||
| 137 | grades | 第二級 | grade(將...分等級;將...分類) 的第三人稱單數現在式; grade(年級;分數) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 138 | grave | 第四級 | [形容詞] 嚴重的;嚴肅的,認真的; [名詞] 墓穴 | ||||||||||||||
| 139 | grinned | 第三級 | grin(露齒而笑) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 140 | growling | 第五級 | growl((狗等)嗥叫;(人)咆哮) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 141 | grumbled | 第五級 | grumble(發牢騷;咕噥;發轟隆聲) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 142 | grumbling | 第五級 | grumble(發牢騷;咕噥;發轟隆聲) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 143 | guy | 第二級 | [名詞] 傢伙;人 | ||||||||||||||
| 144 | guys | 第二級 | guy(傢伙;人) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 145 | hall | 第二級 | [名詞] 大廳;講堂 | ||||||||||||||
| 146 | handicapped | 第五級 | [形容詞] 殘障的;智力低下的; handicap(妨礙,使不利) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 147 | hid | 第二級 | hide(躲;隱藏) 的過去式; hide(躲;隱藏) 的過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 148 | hissed | 第五級 | hiss(發出嘶嘶聲;發出噓聲) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 149 | honey | 第二級 | [名詞] 蜂蜜;心愛的人 | ||||||||||||||
| 150 | hug | 第三級 | [動詞] 摟抱; [名詞] 緊抱;擁抱 | ||||||||||||||
| 151 | hurricane | 第四級 | [名詞] 颶風,暴風雨 | ||||||||||||||
| 152 | imagined | 第二級 | imagine(想像) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 153 | immediately | 第三級 | immediate(即刻的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 直接地;接近地 | ||||||||||||||
| 154 | indeed | 第三級 | [副詞] 確實,實在 | ||||||||||||||
| 155 | instead | 第三級 | [副詞] 反而,卻 | ||||||||||||||
| 156 | intense | 第四級 | [形容詞] 強烈的,劇烈的 | ||||||||||||||
| 157 | Internet | 第四級 | [名詞] 網際網路 | ||||||||||||||
| 158 | jacket | 第二級 | [名詞] 夾克;外套 | ||||||||||||||
| 159 | jelly | 第三級 | [名詞] 果凍;果醬 | ||||||||||||||
| 160 | ketchup | 第二級 | [名詞] 番茄醬 | ||||||||||||||
| 161 | lap | 第二級 | [名詞] 膝部;(衣,裙等的)下襬 | ||||||||||||||
| 162 | lead | 第四級 | [動詞] 引導; [名詞] 指導;領先地位;線索,鉛筆心 | ||||||||||||||
| 163 | leather | 第三級 | [名詞] 皮革 | ||||||||||||||
| 164 | lightning | 第二級 | [名詞] 閃電 | ||||||||||||||
| 165 | liquid | 第二級 | [名詞] 液體 | ||||||||||||||
| 166 | locker | 第四級 | [名詞] (公共場所的)衣物櫃 | ||||||||||||||
| 167 | loser | 第二級 | [名詞] 輸家 | ||||||||||||||
| 168 | ma'am | 第四級 | [名詞] 女士 | ||||||||||||||
| 169 | magic | 第二級 | [形容詞] 不可思議的;有魔力的; [名詞] 魔術 | ||||||||||||||
| 170 | marble | 第三級 | [名詞] 大理石 | ||||||||||||||
| 171 | marine | 第五級 | [形容詞] 海的;海生的;海軍陸戰隊的; [名詞] 船舶;海運業;海軍陸戰隊隊員 | ||||||||||||||
| 172 | massive | 第五級 | [形容詞] 厚實的;粗大的;大量的 | ||||||||||||||
| 173 | math | 第三級 | [名詞] 數學 | ||||||||||||||
| 174 | melted | 第三級 | melt(融化;熔化) 的過去式; melt(融化;熔化) 的過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 175 | mental | 第三級 | [形容詞] 精神的,心理的 | ||||||||||||||
| 176 | mess | 第三級 | [動詞] 弄髒,弄亂; [名詞] 混亂,凌亂的狀態 | ||||||||||||||
| 177 | messing | 第三級 | mess(弄髒,弄亂) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 178 | metal | 第二級 | [名詞] 金屬 | ||||||||||||||
| 179 | metropolitan | 第六級 | [形容詞] 大都市的; [名詞] 大城市人 | ||||||||||||||
| 180 | might | 第三級 | may(可能) 的過去式; [助動詞] may的過去式; [名詞] 力量,威力 | ||||||||||||||
| 181 | mildly | 第四級 | mild(溫和的,溫柔的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 182 | million | 第二級 | [名詞] 百萬; million(百萬) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 183 | miserable | 第四級 | [形容詞] 悽慘的;悲哀的 | ||||||||||||||
| 184 | mixture | 第三級 | [名詞] 混合,混和 | ||||||||||||||
| 185 | mumbled | 第五級 | mumble(含糊地說;咕噥) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 186 | muscular | 第五級 | [形容詞] 肌肉的;健壯的 | ||||||||||||||
| 187 | museum | 第二級 | [名詞] 博物館 | ||||||||||||||
| 188 | mushrooms | 第三級 | mushroom(雨後春筍般地湧現) 的第三人稱單數現在式; mushroom(蘑菇) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 189 | mustard | 第五級 | [名詞] 芥末;芥菜;芥末色 | ||||||||||||||
| 190 | muttered | 第五級 | mutter(咕噥;抱怨) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 191 | naked | 第二級 | [形容詞] 裸體的 | ||||||||||||||
| 192 | nasty | 第五級 | [形容詞] 齷齪的;卑鄙的;難處理的 | ||||||||||||||
| 193 | naturally | 第二級 | natural(天然的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 天然地;自然地;當然 | ||||||||||||||
| 194 | nervous | 第三級 | [形容詞] 緊張的 | ||||||||||||||
| 195 | nervously | 第三級 | nervous(緊張的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 196 | nobody | 第二級 | [名詞] 無名小子; [代名詞] 無人 | ||||||||||||||
| 197 | none | 第二級 | [副詞] 毫不,決不; [代名詞] 毫無;無一(人或物) | ||||||||||||||
| 198 | normal | 第三級 | [形容詞] 正常的,正規的 | ||||||||||||||
| 199 | novel | 第二級 | [形容詞] 新的,新穎的,新奇的; [名詞] 小說 | ||||||||||||||
| 200 | obviously | 第三級 | obvious(明顯的;顯著的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 明顯地;顯然地 | ||||||||||||||
| 201 | overhead | 第六級 | [形容詞] 在上頭的;高架的; [副詞] 在頭頂上;在上頭;高高地; [名詞] 經常費用;天花板 | ||||||||||||||
| 202 | packed | 第二級 | [形容詞] 塞得滿滿的,擁擠的; pack(包裝) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 203 | pain | 第二級 | [動詞] 使煩惱,使痛苦;使疼痛; [名詞] 疼痛;痛苦 | ||||||||||||||
| 204 | painful | 第二級 | [形容詞] 痛的 | ||||||||||||||
| 205 | pale | 第三級 | [形容詞] 蒼白的;黯淡的 | ||||||||||||||
| 206 | paused | 第三級 | pause(中止) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 207 | peanut | 第二級 | [名詞] 花生;花生果;花生米 | ||||||||||||||
| 208 | philosophical | 第四級 | [形容詞] 哲學的 | ||||||||||||||
| 209 | pickpocket | 第四級 | [名詞] 扒手 | ||||||||||||||
| 210 | pigeons | 第二級 | pigeon(鴿子) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 211 | pottery | 第三級 | [名詞] 陶器 | ||||||||||||||
| 212 | powder | 第三級 | [動詞] 變成粉末;搽粉; [名詞] 粉 | ||||||||||||||
| 213 | private | 第二級 | [形容詞] 私人的 | ||||||||||||||
| 214 | probably | 第三級 | probable(很可能發生的) 的衍生的副詞; [副詞] 可能地 | ||||||||||||||
| 215 | promising | 第二級 | [形容詞] 有希望的,有前途的; promise(答應) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 216 | purse | 第二級 | [名詞] 錢包 | ||||||||||||||
| 217 | puzzle | 第二級 | [動詞] 使迷惑; [名詞] 謎 | ||||||||||||||
| 218 | racked | 第五級 | rack(把...放在架子上) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 219 | radar | 第三級 | [名詞] 雷達 | ||||||||||||||
| 220 | realized | 第二級 | realize(認知;實現) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 221 | recognize | 第三級 | [動詞] 識別;認識;承認 | ||||||||||||||
| 222 | recognized | 第三級 | recognize(識別;認識;承認) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 223 | relief | 第三級 | [名詞] 緩和,減輕;解除 | ||||||||||||||
| 224 | remains | 第三級 | remain(剩下,餘留) 的第三人稱單數現在式; [名詞] 剩餘(物);遺跡;遺體 | ||||||||||||||
| 225 | remind | 第三級 | [動詞] 提醒 | ||||||||||||||
| 226 | reminded | 第三級 | remind(提醒) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 227 | represents | 第三級 | represent(象徵;表示) 的第三人稱單數現在式 | ||||||||||||||
| 228 | revolutionary | 第四級 | [形容詞] 革命的; [名詞] 革命者 | ||||||||||||||
| 229 | ribbons | 第三級 | ribbon(緞帶;絲帶) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 230 | roared | 第三級 | roar(吼叫;大聲叫喊;狂笑) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 231 | rock | 第二級 | [動詞] 搖動; [名詞] 岩石;搖滾樂 | ||||||||||||||
| 232 | sandwich | 第二級 | [動詞] 將..夾在中間,擠進; [名詞] 三明治 | ||||||||||||||
| 233 | satisfied | 第二級 | [形容詞] 感到滿意的; satisfy(使滿意) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 234 | scary | 第三級 | [形容詞] 膽小的;提心吊膽的 | ||||||||||||||
| 235 | scattered | 第三級 | [形容詞] 散亂的;散佈的; scatter(使分散;使潰散) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 236 | screaming | 第三級 | scream(尖叫;放聲大哭) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 237 | section | 第二級 | [動詞] 把...分成段(或組等);將...切片; [名詞] 節;斷面 | ||||||||||||||
| 238 | semester | 第二級 | [名詞] 學期 | ||||||||||||||
| 239 | serious | 第二級 | [形容詞] 嚴肅的;嚴重的;認真的 | ||||||||||||||
| 240 | shrugged | 第四級 | shrug(聳(肩)) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 241 | slash | 第六級 | [動詞] (用刀;劍等)砍;大幅度削減; [名詞] 猛砍;亂砍;大幅度削減 | ||||||||||||||
| 242 | slice | 第三級 | [動詞] 切成薄片; [名詞] 薄片 | ||||||||||||||
| 243 | sliced | 第三級 | slice(切成薄片) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 244 | snarled | 第五級 | snarl(吠;咆哮;纏結) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 245 | snatched | 第五級 | snatch(奪走;抓住) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 246 | soaked | 第五級 | soak(浸泡;使濕透) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 247 | somebody | 第二級 | [名詞] 某人;有名氣的人; [代名詞] 某人 | ||||||||||||||
| 248 | sort | 第二級 | [動詞] 把...分類; [名詞] 類型;排序 | ||||||||||||||
| 249 | spot | 第二級 | [動詞] 沾污;察出; [名詞] 斑點;場所 | ||||||||||||||
| 250 | spray | 第三級 | [動詞] 噴灑,噴塗; [名詞] 浪花;噴霧 | ||||||||||||||
| 251 | spun | 第三級 | spin(使(陀螺等)旋轉) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 252 | stare | 第三級 | [動詞] 盯,凝視; [名詞] 凝視,注視 | ||||||||||||||
| 253 | stared | 第三級 | stare(盯,凝視) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 254 | staring | 第三級 | stare(盯,凝視) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 255 | statues | 第三級 | statue(雕像,塑像) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 256 | stealing | 第二級 | steal(偷竊) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 257 | stirring | 第三級 | stir(攪拌,攪動) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 258 | stomach | 第三級 | [名詞] 胃 | ||||||||||||||
| 259 | stomachs | 第三級 | stomach(胃) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 260 | storm | 第二級 | [動詞] 猛攻; [名詞] 暴風雨 | ||||||||||||||
| 261 | storms | 第二級 | storm(猛攻) 的第三人稱單數現在式; storm(暴風雨) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 262 | straight | 第二級 | [形容詞] 直的; [副詞] 直,挺直地;正直地;立刻; [名詞] 直,挺直;(紙牌)五張順牌 | ||||||||||||||
| 263 | stranger | 第二級 | strange(奇怪的) 的比較級; [名詞] 陌生人 | ||||||||||||||
| 264 | stream | 第二級 | [動詞] 流;蜂擁而進; [名詞] 溪流 | ||||||||||||||
| 265 | stretched | 第二級 | stretch(舒展肢體,伸懶腰) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 266 | strikes | 第二級 | strike(打擊;(鐘)敲響) 的第三人稱單數現在式; strike(攻擊;罷工) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 267 | stuck | 第二級 | stick(黏貼;刺;戮;釘住;插牢;堅持) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 268 | stuff | 第三級 | [動詞] 裝;填;塞; [名詞] 材料,原料;物品 | ||||||||||||||
| 269 | stunned | 第五級 | stun(使昏迷;使大吃一驚) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 270 | suffer | 第三級 | [動詞] 遭受;經歷;受苦;患病 | ||||||||||||||
| 271 | suit | 第二級 | [動詞] 適合;相稱;彼此協調; [名詞] 一套衣服;訴訟 | ||||||||||||||
| 272 | sulfur | 第五級 | [名詞] 硫(磺);硫磺色 | ||||||||||||||
| 273 | survived | 第二級 | survive(在...之後仍然活著) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 274 | suspension | 第六級 | [名詞] 暫停;中止;停職 | ||||||||||||||
| 275 | sword | 第三級 | [名詞] 劍,刀 | ||||||||||||||
| 276 | swung | 第二級 | swing(搖擺;揮動) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 277 | target | 第二級 | [動詞] 把...作為目標(或對象); [名詞] 目標 | ||||||||||||||
| 278 | teeth | 第二級 | tooth(牙齒) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 279 | temper | 第三級 | [動詞] 鍛鍊; [名詞] 情緒;脾氣;暴躁 | ||||||||||||||
| 280 | terror | 第四級 | [名詞] 恐怖,驚駭 | ||||||||||||||
| 281 | threatened | 第三級 | threaten(威脅,恐嚇) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 282 | throat | 第二級 | [名詞] 喉嚨 | ||||||||||||||
| 283 | through | 第二級 | [副詞] 穿過,通過;從頭至尾;(電話)接通; [介系詞] 經過 | ||||||||||||||
| 284 | thunder | 第二級 | [動詞] 打雷;大聲斥責;威嚇; [名詞] 雷 | ||||||||||||||
| 285 | torture | 第五級 | [動詞] 拷打;拷問;折磨; [名詞] 拷打;酷刑;折磨 | ||||||||||||||
| 286 | tossed | 第三級 | toss(拋,扔,投) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 287 | tour | 第二級 | [動詞] 帶...作巡迴演出; [名詞] 旅行 | ||||||||||||||
| 288 | tourists | 第三級 | tourist(旅遊者,觀光者) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 289 | tournament | 第五級 | [名詞] 比賽;錦標賽 | ||||||||||||||
| 290 | traffic | 第二級 | [動詞] 在...上通行;交易,來來往往; [名詞] 交通 | ||||||||||||||
| 291 | treat | 第二級 | [動詞] 對待;治療; [名詞] 款待 | ||||||||||||||
| 292 | trembled | 第三級 | tremble(發抖;震顫) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 293 | trembling | 第三級 | tremble(發抖;震顫) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 294 | tricked | 第二級 | trick(欺騙) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 295 | triumphant | 第六級 | [形容詞] 勝利的;得意洋洋的 | ||||||||||||||
| 296 | trust | 第二級 | [動詞] 信任; [名詞] 信任,信賴;託管,信託 | ||||||||||||||
| 297 | tugged | 第三級 | tug(用力拉) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 298 | ugly | 第二級 | [形容詞] 醜的 | ||||||||||||||
| 299 | umbrella | 第二級 | [名詞] 雨傘 | ||||||||||||||
| 300 | universe | 第三級 | [名詞] 宇宙 | ||||||||||||||
| 301 | used | 第二級 | [形容詞] 習慣於; 舊的;用舊了的; use(利用) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 302 | utensil | 第六級 | [名詞] 器皿;用具 | ||||||||||||||
| 303 | vitally | 第四級 | vital(充滿活力的;致命的) 的衍生的副詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 304 | warn | 第三級 | [動詞] 警告 | ||||||||||||||
| 305 | wave | 第二級 | [動詞] 揮動; [名詞] 波浪 | ||||||||||||||
| 306 | weapons | 第二級 | weapon(武器) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 307 | weird | 第五級 | [形容詞] 怪誕的 | ||||||||||||||
| 308 | weirdest | 第五級 | weird(怪誕的) 的最高級 | ||||||||||||||
| 309 | whatever | 第二級 | [形容詞] 無論怎麼的; [代名詞] 任何...的事物 | ||||||||||||||
| 310 | wheelchair | 第五級 | [名詞] 輪椅 | ||||||||||||||
| 311 | wheeled | 第二級 | wheel(旋轉,轉動) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 312 | whipped | 第三級 | whip(鞭笞,抽打) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 313 | whispering | 第二級 | whisper(低語,耳語) 的現在分詞 | ||||||||||||||
| 314 | wings | 第二級 | wing(在...裝翼;飛行) 的第三人稱單數現在式; wing(翅膀) 的複數 | ||||||||||||||
| 315 | without | 第二級 | [副詞] 在沒有(或缺少)的情況下; [介系詞] 沒有 | ||||||||||||||
| 316 | worse | 第二級 | [形容詞] 更壞的,更差的; bad(壞的) 的比較級; ill(生病的) 的比較級; [副詞] 更壞,更糟,更厲害地; [名詞] 更糟的事 | ||||||||||||||
| 317 | worshipped | 第五級 | worship(崇拜;拜神;做禮拜) 的過去式及過去分詞 | ||||||||||||||
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