I don't own Annabeth, Percy, Grover, or any other characters that were in the books…
I only wish.
Chapter 1
The day started the same as ever; I woke up to the smell of blue waffles in the kitchen, but I still had my dream on my mind. In it I was standing in a place I recognized well; it was Camp Half-Blood. I have gone to camp there every summer for the past five years, and it was like a second home to me. I was in the Big House in the middle of the night. There was a light shining out of the crack at the bottom of one of the doors and I could hear my teacher, Chiron, talking to someone in a low voice. They both sounded irritated and scared at the same time, but I couldn't figure out why because they were talking in such low voices. Suddenly they stopped.
"Someone's listening." the mystery person whispered.
"Impossible," Chiron replied, "all the campers are asleep in their cabins." I heard footsteps and the door flung open right in my face.
I jumped out of bed. Any normal person wouldn't give it a second thought, but I had never been a normal person. I'm what's known as a half-blood, half human half god. I was the son of Poseidon, and while it has its upsides, mostly I just try not to get killed. You see, dreams for us aren't ever just dreams. For half-bloods they always mean something or they're a glimpse into the future or something else we would really rather not have anything to do with; it kind of comes with the territory along with constantly fighting monsters who would love to see you dead.
I tried in vain to put it out of my mind and get ready for school. This was the first school I have ever gone to more than one year; I usually got kicked out by now. My mom husband Paul Blofis was an English teacher there; so I was trying to be on my best behavior. I had only caught the school on fire once, and technically speaking the school year hadn't started yet, but that's a different story.
My mom set my plate of blue waffle on the table and told me good morning. Blue was sort of our thing. We had blue cookies, blue cake, blue waffles, blue kool-aid; it was our own inside joke. She was obviously very tired. She's been writing a novel, something she's always wanted to do, and we could barely pull her away from it. No matter what though she was always in a good mood and I could still see that twinkle in her eyes from when she was younger.
I shoveled down the breakfast, finished getting ready, and got in Paul's new car since I ruined the last one the summer before. We where halfway through the year already and because of my ADHD and dyslexia it was hard for me to pay attention in class. I was on auto-pilot and was just running through my classes without really thinking about them. I walked into third period history and the teacher announced that there was a new student in the class. I glanced up and then went back to my paper I was doodling on without really processing what I saw. The picture, all the sudden, clicked in my brain though and I did a double take.