Chapter 1) My Craziest Day EVER!

Selena's P.O.V.

Okay, so I was walking to school with my best friend and fraternal twin sister, Ashley, who was younger than me by six minutes and eight seconds. We were talking, walking, and laughing. How's that for multitasking.

We were talking about our favorite book series'. The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and The Heroes of Olympus series.

"So, the quest," I told my twin. She grinned at me and began rifling around through her bag. She pulled out a scroll of parchment (what, before PJO came along we had a Harry Potter phase, okay? Don't judge!) and began unrolling it until somebody crashed into us. The scroll went flying away from us, and we landed hard on our knees. If we ever fell it was never on our butts, but painfully on our knees.

My messenger bag was flipped open and the contents of the bag spewed out onto the floor revealing my stash of PJO books, notes, and then my school stuff. I screeched and hastily grabbed up my PJO books. Screw the school stuff, Percy Jackson was savior of Olympus, therefore savior of mankind! School just taught us how to be normal and gave us a limited education. I placed the books in my bag then made to help the person who had bumped into us. I began reaching out for, the books they had spilled and Ashley them neatly.

"We're so sorry for knocking into-"We began as we held the books out to the guy we had knocked over. We stifled gasps as we got a good look at him.

He had a very colorful Rasta cap, curly dark hair, tan and slightly pimply skin, and he wore converse the seemed just a bit too loose. I made a quick grab at his shoe but he pulled his leg away and gave me an odd look. Ashley scanned the ground and her eyes landed on crutches, she directed my view to them and the gears turned in my dyslexic, ADHD mind. Crutches. Rasta Cap. Converse. Tan skin. Curly Hair. Only one person came to mind, and although many thought said person was fictional, Ashley and I knew better.

"Ummm, sorry about this," I said apologetically as I handed him his books and Ashley handed him his crutches. He nodded and got up. I looked at my sister and the same thought messaged telepathically into our heads.

*Grover Underwood. Satyr.* We nodded at each other and I finished stuffing books into my bag while she collected the scroll.

"We'll just be going to school now. Bye Grover," I said. Ashley whacked my arm and dragged me away. I realized my slip up and smacked my forehead. "I can't believe I said his name! He doesn't even know us!" I cried when we were out of goat-hearing distance. She gave me a duh look before we burst out laughing.

"Well now we know one thing. If Grover's real, the others must be too," and we began squealing like the fan-girls we were. Ashley stuffed the scroll into her own messenger bag and we ran to school. We were already late. Our little run in with Goat Boy cost us an entire ten minutes!

We were in our freshman year of high school, fourteen years old. We had been kicked out of nine different schools and three different day-cares. Don't ask why, but trouble seems to follow us and while we see things others don't we also get blamed for things we didn't do. We knew why though. We were demigods. I mean, Percy said so in the books. And we had the same symptoms as he did before discovering demigodness. When we told people this they thought we were crazy or just way to obsessed with PJO so we kept it to ourselves now. We had a group of friends who believed in PJO just as much as we did and they were two guys and one other girl. They were Lucas and Aaron Mitchells. They were brothers, but they were eleven months apart. Lucas was older than Aaron and a grade ahead while Aaron was our age and still older than me and Ash. The girl was Vanessa Andrews. She was younger than we the Jameson twins by a simply week and a half.

When we got to Goode High School we ran to the office to get our schedules. Being twins, they gave us the exact same schedules with different names considering we chose the same classes and our dad was the vice principal. Yeah, our dad was Henry Jameson; he was about forty-two since his birthday was in two months.

We bolted from the office and down to our first class, advanced placement (AP) English, with Paul Blofis. Really for us it was advanced placement because it was an 11th grade English class.

Dyslexic or not my sister and I loved to read and write and we had always excelled in English after two years of extremely hard work.

We ran down the hall toward the English class and would have slammed face-first into the door if I hadn't kicked on our twin connection and hit the brakes. We walked the two feet to the door in a calm façade when really we were panicking. *Paul Blofis?* I shrieked at Ash in my mind.

*Did Rick Riordan stalk the people at this high school or is this a dream?* She gave me a confused and slightly panicky look.

*Well, we've kinda got dad as our VP so I guess it's really life. Maybe it's a coincidence?*

*When do you, or me, ever believe in coincidence?* She mentally asked me with disbelief.

*When I'm PANICKING!*\

*Chill. We're at the door. I suggest we open it,* and she smirked. I gave her a small sisterly shove and opened the door. Everyone turned to look at us but we ignored them and walked up to the teacher's desk. He looked exactly like Paul Blofis from the book!

Paul is 'thirty-something,' with longish salt-and-pepper hair, and wears a brown jacket over a black T-shirt. It is said he looks like an actor, and is very good-looking. Well, the books were 100% on the mark. I felt pressure in my right arm to see Ashley's hand clutching it and her sharp nails digging into my sleeve-covered arm. I could tell now she was freaking out so I did introductions.

"Hello Mr. Blofis. I'm Selena Jameson and this is my twin sister Ashley. We're from the ninth grade," I said. He nodded absently but he was staring at us as though he was looking at ghosts. Me and Ash were almost identical but there was one physical difference. I had a small scar on my lip from when I was young. I medium sized curve on my upper lip, left side. He collected himself and stood.

"Yes, class, meet Selena and Ashley Jameson. They're here for Advanced Placement so I better see you giving them some respect," he said to a class that nodded. Me and Ash looked at the board and smiled. They were going to start the year off by writing about Mythology. With the Percy Jackson books this would be easy! "Girls, why don't you sit on either side of Percy?"

WE looked at him, not daring to look at the class now.

"P-Percy?" we whispered.

"Jackson. Percy, will you please stand?"

And Percy stood. He had messy black hair, tan skin, he was taller than us by maybe five or six inches, and he had stunning sea green eyes. He wore an unbuttoned camo-green shirt with a black t-shirt underneath it and baggy, faded, blue jeans. He stared at us for a minute and we walked over to him. I sat down on Percy's right and Ash sat on his left.

*Is it me, or do you and I look way more like Percy Jackson than we thought?* I mentally asked her.

*Creepy right! Not just the fact that he exists, but the fact that we have the same hair, eyes, skin complexion, and judging by the lips, same smile!* Ash was giggling now and practically jumping in her seat on in inside. On the outside she was taking English notes.

*A fan-girls dream. Imagine we're daughters of Poseidon! That would be amazing!*I grinned. I pulled out my notebook and tore out a sheet of paper. I began scribbling a note in my semi-slanted, but very neat, hand writing. I folded the note into a little booklet and tossed it onto Percy's desk. It said in my famous green ink: Hi I'm Selena.

Percy looked at me for a second before he chuckled and began writing on it. He folded it back up and tossed it back to me when Paul's back was turned. When I opened the note I grinned. It took a minute to work it out with my dyslexia but I grinned at what he wrote.

Hey, I'm Percy, and I kinda have dyslexia so it might take me a minute to get these things read and written.

I grinned. I waited for Paul to turn his back until I began writing again.

Me too. But after a few years horrible hard work I've managed to get into AP English with my twin Ashley.

I tossed him the re-folded letter and I could see the gears turn in his head as he read. I grinned when he looked at me. He scribbled stuff down then tossed it back to me.

I have ADHD. I bet you don't.

I grinned. Was that a challenge? Checking to see if I'm a demigod. I hope I am.

I scribbled back.

Well so do i. in fact, Ash and I both have ADHD and dyslexia.

I tossed him the note and I could see the color drain from his face. This was a good sign. Maybe Ash and I really were demigods. Percy scribbled back and I re-opened the note. And pulled out my schedule. Percy had written:

When do you have lunch?

I scanned my schedule and found everyday lunch period five.

Per. 5. You?

And I tossed him the note.

Same. You and Ashley find me at lunch okay? I have bio before that with Mr. Franz

I scribbled back an answer.

Okay. I'll make sure to find you at lunch.

I tossed it back at him and he scribbled a short reply.

See ya at lunch.

I looked between the green and blue inks and grinned. I stuffed the note in my pocket and kept it there to show it to Ash later.

For the rest of the Period Percy and I actually paid attention to what was going on in class. Turns out we would be doing a group project to start off the year. We would have to write our own Greek myth about a group of three getting one total wish from the great gods of Olympus. I snickered because I could just write a small chapter from the Percy Jackson series. Like when Percy wishes for all demigods to be claimed by 13. Which sucks since I'm 14.

The project was for groups of 3 and had to be at least twelve pages. Paul said people could get two minutes to make their groups so I stood and walked to the isle space between Percy and Ash.

"You guys wanna be my partners? I know plenty on Mythology and wishes from the gods," I snickered. Ash grinned and nodded and Percy smiled.

"Sure thing. Gives me a chance to get to know you two better," he chuckled. I grinned.

*If this is our half-brother I will never ask anyone for anything stupid ever again!* I squealed into Ash's mind. She nodded. She was grinning.

"Ash, Percy," I motioned from Ash to Percy. "Percy, Ash," and I motioned from Percy to Ash. They grinned.

"Percy Jackson, Nice to meet you," Percy said as he held his hand out for Ash to shake. She giggled and shook his hand.

"Ashley Jameson. Nice to meet you too." They were grinning at each other and looking at them they looked like siblings. Like, blood siblings. And since the only difference between me and her was the small lip-scar, I probably looked like Percy's blood sister too. I began giggling.

"What's up?" Ash asked me.

"You and Percy look like siblings," I laughed. Percy gave me a confused look and when I mirrored it his eyes widened.

"Wow, you're right."

We laughed together for the next ten minutes until the bell rang and everyone cleared their things away. We marched up to Paul, the same thought in all our minds.

"Do we look alike?" the three of us simultaneously asked Paul Blofis.

"Look alike, sound alike, you could be family," he laughed. We grinned at each other before saying goodbye and heading to our next classes. I hugged Percy goodbye, why I can never explain, and was slightly surprised when he hugged me back. I guess it's because I actually had a conversation with him in English unlike Ash. Me and Ash headed off to Integrated Algebra with a Mr. Bronstein (a very crazy guy,) and then P.E. with an annoying History teacher guy, then History with the same guy. After that we had ninth grade biology and we dissected a guinea pig. I felt bad for the poor piggy. Pan must have been so upset.

After bio we headed to the cafeteria and Ash got our food quick while I scanned around for Percy.

I saw a shaggy haired boy with an aviator jacket in front of me heading outside but when I did a double take her was gone. A girl with blonde princess curls left with a tray and I stared at her back until I lost her in the crowd. This was getting to strange.

I caught sight of Percy leaving to go outside when Ash had gotten our trays. She handed me mine and we ran to catch up with Percy. WE caught him as he was walking toward a table and I ran in front of him. I grinned and he motioned me to a table. I set my tray down without looking and when he did I hugged him. Then he hugged Ashley, and then I heard somebody clear their throat. We all spun around to see three people. One was a boy with shaggy black hair, olive colored skin, dark eyes, and black clothing with skulls and a skull ring. Next to him was a girl with spiky black, blue tipped, hair, electric blue eyes, and a silver ringlet in it along with a duck-tape vest and dark jeans. Next to her was the blonde girl with a Cali tan, princess curls, and stunning grey eyes. She was wearing a grey sweater and an owl pendant around her neck. She wore blue skinny jeans and black ballet flats. Ashley and I gasped.

"Percy," we chorused in a daze. "Please . . . catch us?" and we fainted. Why? Because the people in front of us were Thalia Grace, Nico Di Angelo, and Annabeth chase. Why did that startle us? Because they were supposed to be fictional characters Ash and I fantasized about meeting and knowing.

This was truly the strangest day ever. And that's saying something for dyslexic twin sisters with ADHD.