Quick AN! Hey guys, sorry for quitting the last one! I couldn't go any where with my OC's! It was Ivanna's chapter, and I couldn't seem to make her the sarcastic, cocky person based off my friend! She was currently hunting down a chicken serpent demon thing, but I couldn't go anywhere with it. Well, this is the re-write!

BTW! Ivanna is cocky, arrogant, sarcastic, funny, annoying person.

Cat is cocky, funny, loyal, and kick-ass.

Hope you guys like it!

TheDarkKunoichi, thanks for reviewing my other C&I: BoO story! This story has been written many times outside of , but I have never seemed to get it right. Hopefully this one'll stay! :D

Chapter One: Thanks For The Memories, Bitch.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson or Kane Chronicles Series!

Cat POV =^-^=

I seriously wanted to punch David. The annoying butt-hole just won't shut up, would he?

Ok, maybe I should get things straight. I'm Catherine, but I hate the name, so I go with Cat. Call me Catherine, and you won't live to regret it. I have a HUGE rebel streak. That includes dying my hair green, getting a tattoo, and piercing my right ear three times. Why, must you ask? My mom died whenever she gave birth to me, or so I'm told, so I'm stuck with my aunt, Susie Rockifer. A stuck-up woman who always yells at me (whenever she takes the time to look at me, that is), or ignores me. She isn't really my aunt, just my mom's best friend growing up. She kinda blamed me for my mom's death. I mean, who can't? I even blame myself sometimes.

People always tell me that my mom was a great woman, and that she'd be so proud of me. Yeah, right. ADHD kid who can't get above a F to save my life, so always goes outside of every class because of David? Suuuuuuuure.

I have black hair, like my father (who left whenever my mom died) and his sea green eyes, apparently, and tan skin like him. I have lots of pictures of my mother, but none with my dad. She had straight red hair with bright green eyes, a few freckles dotted her face. In one photo of her at the beach, she was wearing a white t-shirt with a weird twisty pattern on it, and khaki shorts. She was pale, almost ghostly pale. Ziva Faust. That's my mom's name. I wish, so so badly that I could've met her. I really regret being born. A lot.

I returned to the present. David, a stocky, stuck up jock with brown hair and brown eyes, who can't even go ten seconds without insulting me. I looked up at him. I'm really short for my age, 17, so I have to look up at people. It's really annoying.

"So, Catherine," David sneered, "have your mom seen your report card yet? Oh wait- I forgot. She's dead."

"You asshole!" I snarled, lunging at him. The insults about me, I can take, but bring my mother into the fight? You're dead.

"Cat!" My friend, Jake, warned, grabbing my wrist. Jake is a crippled kid with brown hair and a wispy beard, with dark skin. He's always making sure I don't get kicked out of school. Again. "Stop it. You're giving into him." He whisper/yelled at me.

I just growled.

"Cat." He warned.

"Fine." I spat. "This time, I won't murder you."

David sneered. "Murder me? You're just a midget, what could you do? Kick my shin?"

"Oh it's on!" I yelled. I lunged at him, faking to the left, then back to the right, hitting him in the nose. And then I did what came naturally. I yelled something really weird.

"Ha-di!" I yelled. A moment later, the lunch plate he was using exploded. I lunged again, only to be stopped by one of his jock friends.

"Hey!" He yelped when ever I tackled him to the ground. I lept off him, feeling a tugging in my gut. The water pipes above us exploded, showering us with water. But the water didn't hit me. I was dry, punching David in the face.

"F*ck you!" He yelled at me as I was dragged away by Jake.

"Back at'cha, bitch!" I yelled. I was feeling satisfied with that. I had beaten my enemy up, and blown stuff up. I was going to get kick out again, $500 bucks says so.

"Catherine Faust Catherine Faust, please report to the principal's office immediately. Thank you." A voice said on the loudspeaker.

"Well," I sighed. "Nice knowing ya', Jake."

"Wait, Cat!" He said, but I was already half way there. So long, Brooklyn Boarding School for Idiots. Thanks for the memories, even if they weren't so good.

Q: Who's your favorite god/goddess of the Egyptians?

A: I LOVE Bast! She's so funny! x3