Hi everyone, first story wooo! Been on fanfic for ages, but it's summer and I'm bored so why not give it a shot? Anyway, enjoy!

PS: Don't own PJO. Duh.

Chapter 1

Mornings aren't my thing.

Stupid alarm clock.

"Uhhhhhhhhh…." I rolled over, trying to make it stop with my mind.

No such luck.

Groaning, I got out of bed and whacked it repeatedly. "YOU WIN. AGAIN."

I stretched my arms up to the sky and stumbled dazedly around my room, try to find something semi-clean to wear. My room is pretty small, but I love it. With the blue walls, carpet, bed, curtains and whatever (before I start turning into a girl), it's like being under water. Forever.

I like water.

"Mom? Can I have blue pancakes today? Or maybe blue waffles… or blue eggs? Yeah, can you do blue eggs?"

Silence. Weird. Mom was always up before me. Something about me being "lazy" or whatever.

"Mom? You there? Mooom? I'm hungry!"

Okay, I was a bit worried now. She's never not responded to my hunger. Something was wrong.

"Mo-" I stopped and stared at a single sheet of paper on the floor. My mom was a neat freak. She wouldn't just leave something on the floor.

I picked it up and tried to read it, but the letters kept smushing and moving apart.

"Stupid dyslexia" I mumbled, trying to concentrate. I finally made out it saying something like 'Be ready at 10.'

I glanced at the wall clock above the table. 9:55.

"Crap."

I ran into the kitchen and yanked open the fridge. Food, food, where's all the food? I don't want cheese or fruit or whatever…yes! Doughnuts!

I snatched a blue sprinkled doughnut out of the box and crammed it into my mouth. Vanilla frosting dribbled down my chin, and I quickly wiped it away using the back of my hand. I gulped down the leftover milk straight from the bottle and threw it in the bin. Grabbing a suitcase, I piled some clothes into it, as well as my toothbrush. Gotta have some hygiene right? I walked to my desk and pulled the second drawer to the right open. I pushed some papers I had in there away and pulled it out.

My dad's journal.

My dad left when I was a kid; I never knew him. The few times I could get my mom to talk about him, she would always ruffle my hair and say he loved me a lot, but he had to go. I never could understand that: why would he have to? I really resented him for that, but I couldn't help being curious about him too.

On my 10th birthday, my mom handed me this leather-bound book with a clasp in the middle that read Noli oblivisci me, meaning 'don't forget me'. I remember staring at mom in shock; she had never told me she had something of dad's, but she had just smiled sadly, tears glistening in her eyes. I can't ever forget the look she gave me; it was one of true sadness in love, and right then I understood just how much she missed him.

The book was frayed now, and the parchment inside was written on in the most elegant script I had ever seen; almost perfect, in fact, except for the occasional smudge in the corners of the words. The writing itself had gotten slightly blurry now but I could still clearly make out what my dad had written.

'Dear Perseus, you must be 10 today! Happy birthday my son. I only wish I could be there to see you, but I have had to go. I am so sorry for all the pain I have brought on to you, and the disap-'

I firmly shut the book, tears threatening to overflow. I closed my eyes for a moment and calmed myself, while my still trembling hand put the book in the bag. I zipped it shut and sat down on my bed. It had been 4 years since I had first read the same words, since I had felt the same feelings that were bursting out, but I still couldn't control it.

"Get a grip Percy," I muttered. "You don't even know who he is."

The doorbell rang loudly at that precise moment, and the sound resonated through the house.

What? I can use big words sometimes.

I glanced up at the wall clock in my room. The second hand had barely moved past the big 12; it was 10 am exactly.

I went to open the door, but suddenly felt cold over my chest. I looked down. I wasn't wearing a shirt. Huh.

I grabbed the closest shirt to me, but then noticed it had a blue stain from yesterday's cake.

I like cake too.

Sighing, I tossed it away and put on another one, then hurried to open the door. The knob turned and the door literally swung open and hit me straight in the middle of my forehead. Not a good start to my day.

Rubbing my forehead and moaning, I looked past the doorway and saw a stocky man in a black suit and sunglasses staring down at me.

"Mr. Jackson? We need to go."

Hope you guys liked it! Please review, it would mean a lot, oh and follow/favourite the story too :) I will update soon!

On another note, I was asking my brother what I could make Percy's dad give to him as a child that would be his most prized possession, and he said "a slap". I laughed and said it has to be wrappable, to which he replied "Maybe you should WRAP this stupid story up."

Anyway, this is for you bro *VIRTUAL SLAP*

BYE!