Note: All description comes from the movies.
My name is Percy Jackson, I am 16 years old, and I go to Camp Half-Blood. Camp Half-Blood is a place for 'special' people like me. Did i forget to mention that I'm the son of Poseidon? Well I am the only son of Poseidon, and everybody who goes to this camp is a demi-god, which means they are a child of the gods/goddesses. Being a son of the 'Big Three,' means that I'm practically the most powerful demi-god in the camp, which is pretty awesome...most of the time.
"Ow!"I shouted as something hard hit my head. I looked around frantically to see who did that, and of course, I wasn't surprised. In front of me stood a tall dark haired girl, Clarisse. She was a daughter of Ares, the war god and you'd think after you practically rescued her and gave her credit for something she didn't do, just because of a very big heart, she'd stop acting like...Clarisse all the time. Well, I couldn't expect much from her, she was the daughter of a war god after all.
"Oops, my bad,"she lied sneering a little bit, as she gave her cabin mates a good laugh. Her 'friends,' were as tough looking and stupid as she was, except, Clarisse wasn't as bad. She left to sit on the table at the opposites side of them, cheering and laughing over some random conversation. Me, being the only son of Poseidon meant that I had the Poseidon dinner table to myself, except I was allowed to eat with my best friend Grover, who was a satyr. He had little mini horns growing out of his head, but that was all he had that was goat-like, except for his hooves. My other best friend, Annabeth, with her long curly blonde hair, and those intense tough looking grey eyes, sat in the Athena table across of me, occasionally throwing me smiles.
"Dude, your the son of the sea god! Drown her or something,"Grover said eagerly looking at Clarisse as he started chewing on empty tray plates. You heard me right, tray plates. Grover was a complete vegetarian, he ate anything that wasn't meat, and I mean anything. He paused for a second, bending his brows. "Are you going to eat that?"he asked slyly pointing towards my plastic spoons and forks.
I pushed my utensils towards him, grinning. "Help yourself,"I told him. "And besides, I can't drown Clarisse, even though that's my life's current ambition,"I said gripping my goblet and draining the glass of coke, which immediately replaced itself. "Remember the sea of monsters quest? We worked together to save the camp from dying. She was pretty okay then, and she did save us one time,"Percy said quietly.
"Yes Perce, but she took credit for the whole quest. You did most of it, like stop Kronos from dying and the major events. Plus, Tyson did too,"Grover said.
Oh I forgot to mention, Poseidon did have a second child. He is my half brother, Tyson. He isn't exactly a demigod, he is a cyclops. At first I grew embarrassed of him, because of his clumsiness and his huge bulging one eye in the middle of his forehead, but in our most recent quest, he did some pretty awesome things. He loves peanut butter sandwiches, and of course Annabeth. She is like his best friend, besides me. He went back to the sea temporarily to visit dad, meaning Poseidon.
"That's because I let her,"I reminded Grover. "And another reason Grover, is cause she's a girl,"I continued after wiping grease out of my lips. Grover simply laughed and I stared, wondering.
"That's it? The only reason you won't fight back...is because she's a girl? Trust me Perce, if she's a girl, I'm a three headed Hydra. Besides, have you seen Annabeth? She can whoop every camper's butt in here! Except, maybe not yours,"Grover said thoughtfully.
I half-laughed until a voice interrupted me. "Maybe we can settle that confusion of yours,"it said. I turned around to find Annabeth smirking at me and playfully nudging Grover in the arm. I looked at her with my deep sea green eyes and smirked back.
"I think I'll pass,"I said raising my hand up slightly as if to surrender. I know it sounded stupid, but I could have easily beaten her, not easily. Annabeth but put up the best fight in the camp, and chanes are, she could have shredded me. Annabeth's one fatal flaw was pride, and mine was giving up anything to care for the ones I love. Besides, it was a tiring, hot day and I wasn't in the mood to fight. Instead I replied,"so you listen to our conversations everyday."
Grover let out a huge burp which smelled like things I never knew the smell too. I waved the air frantically hoping to let the smell drift towards the other way. "Sorry, couldn't help it,"he said guiltily.