The Email
I sighed, taking the cassette out of its case and putting it into the cassette player. Why on earth, I thought and I doing this.
"Good question," I muttered to myself. Yes, I know. Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. But I was the only person there was to talk to, and would be for a few days.
As I logged onto my computer, I remember the email. The email which changed my life.
Dear Jessie Perry,
I am (or at least, was) as good friend of your father, before his... accident. I am sorry for your and your families lost. But that isn't what I wanted to contact you about.
Before your father died, he was doing some research. He asked me to continue with it if anything was to happen to him. I have tried my best, but the fact is that I need your help. I need you to interview some people.
Please rely to this email if you are interested.
Professor
I had been doubtful at first. Can you blame me? Who was this Dr Waktu? Was he really a friend of my dad's, or was he just some random creep? I decided to check. I'd gone to Dad's study. His address book lay on his desk. When news of Dad's death reached Mum, she had left his room just has he had. She no longer slept in their room; instead, she slept in the spare bedroom next to mine.
I opened the book. W. Washington. Wasabi (What on earth? Wasn't that a type of sauce?)Wells.
Waktu. So he did know Dad.
I decided to reply. I know, I know. Really dumb. But i took the chance. I wanted to know what this research was. And who these people were.
Dear ,
I have decided to take up your offer. But can I ask a few questions? What is this research? Who are the people? What do you want me to do?
Thank you
Jessie Perry
Two minutes later the reply came.
Dear Jessie Perry,
In answer to your questions, I need you to interview and find some information out about the following people:
Rachael Dare (at thingamabob Strawberry Farm, Long Island, New York)
Perseus Jackson (at somerandomplacesomewhere)
Annabeth Chase (at )
Nico di Angelo (Somewhere very, very far down, and very, very, dark (You might want a torch, in fact, you need a torch))
Tyson (at )
Grover Underwood (up a tree somewhere)
Connor and Travis Stroll (Strawberry Farm, Long Island, New York)
Clarisse La Rue (Strawberry Farm-again- Long Island, New York)
Paul Blofis (at Somerandomplacesomewhere)
Thalia Grace (Ok, she's a hard one. She'll be somewhere. Hopefully! )
Briares (also at )
Please record your interview and write in down. Then please send the recording device and notes to moi at 3 Victoria Road, Manhattan, New York.
Thank you,
Professor
A/N So, that's the first chapter for this story. I have no idea if Victoria Road exists in real life. Please read and review. Oh, and by the way...
AAAAHHHHHH! Why are all the other characters dead?