'Ello! I am Lindsey Lohan! No, not really. I am Writergurl616, and since you were ever so nice as to come to my story, I will tell you a little bit about the plot: Me and my friend Amber are zapped into the world of Percy Jackson (hence the title) and must go on an epic quest But first we end up in the home of the gods. XD Olympus will never be the same.

Chapter 1: We take the weirdest (and shortest) trip ever

"All I'm saying is, they better not blame me for this. I mean, they blame me for everything." Said Amber.

"That's because you cause everything" I replied, rolling my eyes. Amber is really cool, and one of my best friends. But she has this serious habit of getting into trouble. And I have this serious habit of getting dragged in along with her. And, for some reason, the trouble we get in is a little…extreme. But I had to admit, getting half our school blown up is a little out there, even for Amber. We were currently riding the bus home. It was earlier than when we usually went home (we got out of class early-you know, because of the whole school-blowing-up thing). I was re-reading The Last Olympian for about the fifth or sixth time. But I was also keeping an eye on my friend. I mean a 14 year old girl with a serious case of ADHD whose dream job is to be a pyrotechnician? Can you SEE any good coming out of that? Add that to the weird trouble that seems to follow us around, and I was afraid to let Amber out of my sight. Too bad we have like, zero classes together this year. After replying to my all-too-true remark (which was unusual- I was known for my sarcastic comments) Amber leaned in the seat and started reading over my shoulder.

"Ooooh, the Lydian drakon! I love this part!" she squealed. One of the things Amber and I have in common is a love of the Percy Jackson series. I mean, come on, gods, monsters, demigods, magic, epic battles, all in a modern day setting so you can actually understand what they're saying? It's like candy for my brain. Amber's brain too. So we're both reading about the drakon, when all of a sudden the book starts to vibrate, so hard you can see the words going back and forth. "Hope, what are you doing!" Amber asked fearfully. Now the pages were getting hot, heat coming off the paper in waves.

"I'm not doing anything!" I yelped. Then came the wind. An enormous gust of it tore the pages out my grasp and they began flipping madly. As soon as we reached the last page, there was a huge WHOOM.

The flash was the last thing I remember.