DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson or anything you recognize. I only own Vanessa, Mary Ann, and the plot. Thx!

"Mary Ann! Hear me out!" Begged Percy. "Give me another chance!"

Ok, maybe I should start from the beginning. Everything was normal until the last day of sixth grade...

Brrrriiiinngg! The second to last bell rang out through Queen B's School for the Dyslexic. I walked out of my favorite class, history, and meet up with my best friend Vanessa as she left the science lab down the hall. I was about to leave top of my class, despite my dyslexia and ADHD. The only class left was PE.

I don't like PE. At all. Despise it. It shouldn't even be considered a subject. All it does is give the athletic kids a chance to destroy the geeks, dominate the nerds, and crush the rocket club. Or at least, they can on-

"Dodgeball day!" boomed Coach Bowo. "You know the drill by now. Group A to my left, Group B to my right. Go!" Coach Bowo blew the whistle, and Group A ran for all the balls in the middle. Group B, my group, mounted our famous mat fort. Basically we take those blue mats and assemble a protection system. Vanessa, the best arm around but the worst runner (except on pizza day), is in charge of protection. She gets the balls and takes the athletes down. I am in charge of nothing, because I'm Vanessa's backup. If she goes down, I take her spot. The other kids are holding up the walls, like supports.

Vanessa and I have a system. We bring a buzzer, and she steps on it when a certain amount of kids are down. One for the first kid, two for half, and three for all but one. We've never gotten to three, but usually we get to two. Then, Vanessa rings it four times, meaning she's out. My turn.

"Mary Ann, I got out, but I meant to ring it three times! I got all but one out! Bad news, it's Ashton Markham," Vanessa tells me. I freak. Ashton Markham! He's the toughest bully in school. But he's real small, considering how tough he is. "You got this. What's the worst that could happen? You'll be fine."

Not. When I get up to the shooting artillery, I ring the buzzer three times since Vanessa couldn't. I can hear the rest of my team cheer. Then Ashton throws. It was too low, but so fast he broke the fort! All the nerds were exposed. One by one, they get taken out, until I'm the only one left.

Great! I thought. Right when we get three buzzes, we all get out!

I threw, barely missing. It hit the ground right at his feet. I threw again, much higher this time. I hit his face, but head shots don't count. But it did do something.

Ashton was small, all right, but at that moment he was even smaller. Snake size. Because he was a snake! Ashton the python shut the doors with a flick of his tail, but no one was running.

Don't they see the four foot python in the middle of the gym? All I could think is why they weren't running. But I had bigger problems.

Ashton the python the a ball so quickly with his tail that it blew a hole in the wall behind me! I was about to be fried. No way I could get this thing out!

That's when Vanessa saved me. She bolted off the bench and ran to my aid. Vanessa pulled me out of the hole in the wall while the python was distracted by looking for a ball. She did this weird whistle, and a half horse, half human thing ran up to us. Vanessa pulled me on it and of we went.

"What! Why are we on a fake centaur? Couldn't we have just ran home?" I questioned. "And do you know how and why Ashton turned into a python? And-"

"Whoa! Slow down! I'll answer all of your questions as I explain. And, I know you well enough for me to know that you have a tendency to interrupt. Don't, 'kay?" Vanessa knows how to get me to calm down. I nodded, and she continued. "Alright, now that we have that out of the way, I should start getting down to business. Your favorite class is history, correct?" I nodded. "Your favorite thing to learn about in history is Greek mythology, correct?" I nodded again. She already knew this! Why did she have to clarify that? "Well," Vanessa hesitated, "all those events that are in the myths are actual events. The people, the gods, all of it. Real."

Try handling that. First, the biggest (and smallest) bully at school turns into a snake with the right to throw flaming dodgeballs at you, then your best friend tells you that myths are real. I don't believe it for a second.

"Yeah, Vanessa, the Greek myths are real," I said in a sarcastic tone you would use with delusional toddlers. "And my mom is a unicorn. How would you even know if they were real? The entire sane population thinks and knows otherwise."

"Your mom must be a unicorn, then, because the myths are real. And I know because we are a part of them. I am a satyr, or a half goat, half human creature. You are a one a kind being that we call a supreme. I'll get into that in a minute. The gods and goddesses sometimes mate with mortals, and the children are called half-bloods. They are everywhere, but don't know it until fifth or sixth grade, when a satyr finds them and brings them to Half-Blood Hill, where Camp Half-Blood presides. But even then, not everyone gets discovered," Vanessa paused to make sure I was following what she was saying.

"I understand, but don't you think they would know if they were the son or daughter of a god? I mean, wouldn't they go there as soon as they can, knowing they would go anyway? And why would you need to go in the first place?"

"Ok hold on, I'm getting to that. Pick up the pace, will you?" Vanessa rushed the centaur. She really must have been in a hurry, because we were going faster than I could have ever imagined."Now, where were we? Oh yes, camp. Monsters like Ashton, who was really the python the entire time, can smell you. They actually want to kill you. Your scent gets stronger the more powerful you become. It grows the most significantly when you first discover who you are. It also is stronger if you are a child of the Big Three, who are Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. This is the first time that the python has ever been seen hunting a half-blood, honestly. But back to camp. Camp Half-Blood is the only place in the world that is safe for half-bloods and you, the only supreme ever to come to camp. The monsters aren't able to get inside of the boundaries unless someone on the inside summons them or gives them permission. The gods and goddesses aren't allowed to tell their children that they are real, let alone that they're their parents. It-"

"Ok. I totally understand that part. You said that I was different, a supreme, I think. What is that?" She was going so slowly with the whole explaining thing.

"What happened to no interrupting? Anyway, it has been confirmed that you are the child of a god, which one is unknown. But it has also been confirmed that you are a supreme, meaning that your mother was a half-blood. Who her godly parent was is known, though. Her father was, meaning that your grandfather is, Zeus."

Boom! That's what it felt like when Vanessa told me. Now I really don't believe her.

"Don't you think that if Zeus was my grandfather, that I wouldn't have had to live in foster care? That horrible, horrible foster home! And if I was the child of a god, don't you think I would have found a home after I ran away? Instead, I had to live on my own! On the streets! In a box! The only thing that gave me hope was the smell of the sea breeze, because it is the only thing I love besides Cookie! And don't you think if I was of that much importance, that I would have been brought up in an actual house where people cared for me? That's what I thought," I yelled at her. It was true; those guys are immortal, so they're alive. They have great power, so they can do whatever they want. A real parent would have seen to it that their child was ok.

"Listen," Vanessa couldn't possibly get out of this one. "I know that you have had a tough life, but the gods aren't allowed to interact with their children directly. Yet have you noticed that the weather was perfect? That you never got snowed or rained on? That is the work of your grandfather. He controls the weather, you know. And it's totally normal for half-bloods to feel ignored by their parent. Any more questions? We're almost there."

I looked to my right; we were passing lush green pastures. On my left, a ginormous forest passed by. Eventually, we entered it.

The trees were of all sizes, but one stood out. It was the tallest, most beautiful tree I'd ever seen. And considering I've lived around trees for most of my life, that's really tall.

Hanging on its lowest bough, a golden fleece lied. It was making me feel like I should stop and pick some flowers or something.

"Here we are, Camp Half-blood."

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