No, no, I never mess around.

My name is Percy Jackson.
I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.

Our foul trouble made it tough. (Bryant) gets you into foul trouble, and double-teams get other people open shots. We mixed a lot of different things and some were effective. Other times, you just have to hope he misses.

We're having a little trouble with him currently doing a closing. We're having a little difficulty with Wilfred.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.

A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it"
"No...sir"
"I must take some blame for that, I suppose. The sea does not like to be restrained.