Living with my aunt. That's where my mom sent me. I hate my aunt. We weren't even related. They were friends a long time ago and that's all aunt violet will tell me. Oh Ya... My name is Quinn Jackson. I'm age 15 and I have dyslexia, ADHD, and as bad school record. I've been kicked out of every school I've been to until I was 10. Until today I went to Raven wood academy in chesterfield,Pennsylvania. Today started off normal. You know, for me." Quinn get down here!"

"IM COMING!" See what I mean. Anyway going down stairs I walk in to the kitchen and grab my backpack to go to school. "Hey Quinny. Get me my lighter." I throw violet the lighter sitting on the counter grab a toaster strudel and run out the door.

*time skip*

At school. Yay...Not. First thing I see is my only friend Jordan. Jordan was in a car accident as a kid and can barley walk so he has two crutches to help him walk. He is best friend and my ONLY friend because I'm and I quote "such a loser" so I have a lot of free time. "Quinn! Where were you? AND WHAT IS THAT BRUISE FROM?!"

"The usual." I get into a lot of fights so you think I would bruise but I never get a single scratch. The bruises come from training. Violet's one rule was 'know how to defend yourself. The only useful thing she ever taught me. "Anyway last day of school and I haven't really done anything wrong. So cross your fingers."

But I have a feeling that something is going to go wrong. And I will be blamed for it.

(RING RING RING)

I walk into my gym class. Fencing again? How lucky am I today. Gym is my best class so I don't really have to worry about it. Fencing goes by really fast and as usual I win every match I'm in. My teacher says that I use a style she hasn't seen before but that expected. But the class ended as usual so off to English. Ugh, I suck at English but I go anyways. Sitting in the back row I slouch back in my seat and pretend to listen because even if I tried I wouldn't understand because the words just jump off the page and then I can't do anything. After English comes math. Even more boring. But then something peculiar happened. The most popular boy in school broke down the door and then he started to change. He was no longer the handsome boy every girl wanted for herself he was hideous monster. Manticore I think. But how is that possible? Monsters aren't real "Mr. Jones what are you doing in my class?"

"Sorry teach but I need to borrow Quinn Jackson." Could no one else see what I'm seeing? "Mrs Harrison are you sure you are okay with this I mean are you seeing what I'm seeing? He's a freak!"

There was a collective of gasps from the girls and a few boys." NO WAY! YOUR THE FREAK!" Some random person shouted. "Go on mrs. Jackson you may return when your finished." I reluctantly got up from my seat and followed him out of the class room. He was really scaring me. I mean come on I'm a an idiot this is a monster, that only I can see and he wants me to follow him somewhere alone. "WAIT! Where are we going Brandon?" He turned around slowly and looked at me with a creepy smile on his face. "Why you are going to Hades demigod!" What is he talking about. I turn around and do the only rational thing. Run. I run straight into Jordan. "RUN JORDAN! THERE IS A MONSTER!" I turn back and I see quills coming right at me. Then I see Jordan my wimpy nerd best friend take one of his crutches that turned into to a tree root like baseball bat and smack Brandonzilla right in the face."RUN" and that's what I did. I ran right out of that school and to my surprise Jordan followed. Except it couldn't be Jordan because Jordan doesn't have a sheeps butt. He was really fast using his sheep butt and...NO CRUTCHES!? What is going on?