Here is is the first chapter, so buckle up. This is going to be a LLLLOOONNNGGG one, all the way through the PJO and HoO books. Please give this story a chance. I accept criticism and reviews. Please tell me what you think, give me your ideas. I do not however, accept flames. No. I blow them out.

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Percy I

Why does the universe hate me?

Okay, okay. You may be thinking 'Wow. This guy is a total drama queen.' But trust me! I'm not! The universe just hates me.

In fifth grade, I managed to blow up my school bus with a revolutionary war cannon. In second grade a man with one eye stalked me on the playground like a creep

Trouble seemed drawn to me.

Now, let's restart. My name is Percy Jackson. I am just a normal twelve year-old guy. Well, if you count being ADHD and Dyslexic as normal. I'm in the sixth grade at Yancy Academy, which, by the sound of the name, is an obnoxious, rich, preppy school.

I might be in sixth grade, but this is my first year at Yancy. Somehow, I have managed to get kicked out of every single school I have ever been to, for one reason or another. Trouble and danger seem to follow me. Bad things seem to seek me out.

I have no idea why.

But, things were different this year. There was only a month left of school, and I hadn't got kicked out yet. I know, it's a miracle! This year had been pretty good, well, as good as it can go when you hate everything about school. You see, with ADHD and Dyslexia, not only can you not focus, but when you do, the majority of the time you can't even read what you're supposed to be focused on. Needless to say, I was terrible in school.

And boy, did my teachers know it.

Each of them made it their mission to call on me all of the time. They seemed to stare daggers at me during every test. Every pop quiz seemed to be directed right at me, as if the teachers were saying 'Hey Percy! We all see that your an idiot, and we just want another excuse to exploit it!'

That was especially true when it came too Mrs. Dodds, the math teacher. She was evil, pure evil, like some..some..some uh, mythological demon. Yeah. Mythological demon. I could feel her beady little eyes burning into my scalp every day. And she called me Perseus.

I hated it when people called me by my full name.

The only teacher I liked was Mr. Brunner. He was the Latin teacher. He was the only teacher that understood my problems, and tried to help me. It also didn't hurt that he occasionally brought in swords and battle armor. But, he expected big things out of me, even though he knew I couldn't do it. He was always saying things like "You must learn these things if you are to be the one." or "These skills will help you conquer many a foe Percy Jackson."

Who says things like that?

Well, as I was saying, this had been a relatively good year. No strange or dangerous things had happened, which was shocking. For the first time, I thought I was going to graduate, and not get expelled first.

My friend Grover, a tall, skinny boy with the scruff of a high schooler, but the face of middle schooler, told me that I could do it. He had a weird limp and had to use crutches, which the other kids saw as an opportunity to make fun of him. I was the only who stood up for him. I was his only friend. Therefor, he was my only friend.

Anyway, my sixth grade class was taking a field trip to Metropolitan Museum of Art to learn about Roman and Greek mythology. Admittedly, I found those kinds of things fascinating. But, even so, I still had ADHD. I couldn't just stand there and stare at something. I had to be moving in some way.

After what seemed like hours of staring at the same armless statues, (Seriously? Why don't they have arms. I just don't get art. At all.) it was time for lunch.

My twenty seven classmates and I ate our packed lunches on the main steps of the museum, next to a large fountain. Grover and I sat on the fountain's edge while Nancy Bobofit and her gang of ugly brutes threw bits of PB and J at Grover's curly hair. They were seriously starting to piss me off. Grover tried to calm me down, but I couldn't. They were bullies. I hated bullies.

Suddenly, Nancy came right up to us and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap. "Oops!" She snickered. That's it, I thought. This girl was going down.

Next thing I know, a splash of water hit me, and I turned to see Nancy Bobofit sitting in the fountain, a wild look in her eyes. I tried my hardest to control my laughter at her face. It was priceless. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

I didn't even need to turn to see who it was. I could feel her eyes burning through my brain.

"Perseus Jackson." Mrs. Dodds hissed in a cold tone.

"He pushed me Mrs. Dodds! I was just there and, and Percy pushed me in the fountain!" Nancy began to sputter wildly as two of her goons pulled her out of the water. I clenched my fist. I didn't push her, and she knew it. But who was Mrs. Dodds going to believe? Nancy or me?

It didn't matter who I was up against. Mrs. Dodds would never side with me.

The cold hand left my shoulder and grabbed my wrist. Then, Mrs. Dodds began to drag me towards the museum, and I knew I was in for it this time. I looked around wildly. I looked over to Me. Brunner, the other chaperone of the trip, to see if he could help, but he was to engrossed in whatever book he was reading to notice. Not so gently, my math teacher dragged me towards the Greek and Roman section of the museum. With the exception of us, the gallery was empty. I knew someone bad was going to happen.

"You've been giving us problems honey. Did you honestly think you could get away with it?" Her eyes were full of hatred. She pulled at the cuffs of her leather jacket, which I just realized she was wearing. It was an odd fashion statement for such an old woman, and normally I would have laughed. But this was no time to laugh. I was terrified.

"I-I'll try harder ma'am." I squeaked. I don't know why, but this woman left me terrified.

"We are not fools, Perseues Jackson. It was only a matter of time before we found you. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

What the hell? What was she talking about? Had they discovered just how many tests I cheated on, or how many reports I had plagiarized? Were they going to punish me for that? Was that what she was talking about?

"Well?" She hissed.

"I don't, um, I uh….."

"Your time is up."

Then, it hit the fan. Her beady eyes began a to glow. Her fingers stretched and morphed into strange shapes. Talons. Her oversized leather jacket melted into a pair of leathery bat wings. I stared at the creature in disgust. My math teacher truly was a demon.

Suddenly a man yelled "What ho!" from the doorway. I turned to see Mr. Brunner sitting in the doorway, a ballpoint pen in his hand. He tossed the pen at me, and I caught it with ease, but after it hit my hand, it morphed into something else. A sword. The same sword that Mr. Brunner had always brought to class.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the sword in my hands. What the hell was going on? Did someone slip something in my water bottle? Then, all of the sudden, Mrs. Dodds lunged at me. Being the smart kid I was, I did what seemed like the natural gong to do. I swung the sword.

As soon as the bronze blade touched the creature's skin, the entire monster crumpled into a pile of sand at my feet. Just like that, the horrible monster was gone. I looked around, and Mr. Brunner was gone. I was alone. In my hands was a normal ballpoint pen.

After a few minutes of pure shock, I went back outside, trying to convince myself that it was all a dream. Someone had put some magic mushrooms in my food. My drink had been spiked. Anything to explain what I just saw. Because, there was no way that it was real.

Right?

Everything was just how I had left it, except now it was raining. Nancy Bobofit was standing with her friends, still soaked. Grover was still by the fountain, a museum map covering his head. His face was etched with worry and he was nervously eating an apple. When he saw me, he seemed to relax a little bit. I sat down next to him and released a breath that I hadn't realized that I had been holding.

"I bet Mrs. Kerr whooped your butt." Nancy sneered as I walked past her. Her red hair was wet, plastered all over her freckley face.

"Who?" I looked at her, very confused. What was she talking about?

"Our teacher, idiot." She rolled her eyes and walked away to join her friends, stepping in a puddle, attempting to splash me while she went.

I turned to Grover and asked him where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Who?" His voice seemed strained and he wouldn't look at me, so I thought he was lying.

I then saw Mr. Brunner near the steps, reading his novel, as if he had never moved. I went over to him to see if he could give me any answer.

He looked up when he heard me coming. His face was relieved, but I didn't know why, u til I followed his gaze towards the penalty in my hands, which I didn't realize I was still holding. "Ah, my pen! Bring your own next time Percy." He snatched the pen right out of my hands. I willingly let him take it. I had bigger things on my mind,

"Where's Mrs. Dodds, the other chaperone, the math teacher?" I asked seriously.

Are you feeling alright?"

"Uh, yeah." I stuttered. "I feel fine." To be honest, I didn't feel fine. I was dizzy, confused, and had absolutely no clue what was going on. "Why?"

He looked at me concerned before he spoke again. "The math teacher is Mrs. Kerr, and, as far as I know, there is no record of a Mrs. Dodds ever working at Yancy."

Again I say. Why does the universe hate me?

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Exams suck.

They just suck. Period.

It didn't help that nobody had any idea about any teacher named Mrs. Dodds. They acted as if Mrs. Kerr had been there the entire year. I knew something was up because Grover kept avoiding talking to me. He was always quiet, muttering things to himself in some random language that I had no idea he could speak. And, he kept sneaking out of our room in the middle of the night to go off who knows where. It was all very shifty.

Now back to the exams. Obviously, I was not a very good student. At my best I got C-s on most things. This year, well, was not my best. The only class I had a shot at getting higher than a D in was Latin. And that was because I figured Mr. Brunner would maybe take pity on me. Turns out, I was wrong,

My highest grade was a D+.

That was in P.E.

Needless to say, I was not asked to return to Yancy academy for seventh grade.

The last night before summer break, I decided to go talk to Mr. Brunner. He was the one thing I would miss about this place, and I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to ask him why he expected so much of me. Why did he try so hard with me? Maybe he could even speak to me about he events that took place the day of the field trip.

I took a deep breath, and walked out of my dorm room. Grover was gone, probably in the library. He liked to spend his time there. I walked downstairs to where all the teachers' offices are. Only one of them had someone in it. Mr. Brunner's. I could see light flooding out of the door to his office, which stood ajar.

I was only a few feet away when I heard voices from inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question in a muffled tone, so I couldn't understand it.

"...worried about Percy sir." The other voice answered. It was Grover's.

What?

I usually didn't eavesdrop, but it is almost impossible not to when you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult. I kept listening.

"...alone this summer." Grover said, his voice racked with worry. "I mean, there was a Kindly one at the SCHOOL! Now that we know for sure, and they no for sure….."

"We would only make it worse if we went to fast." Mr. Brunner cut him off sharply. "We need to give him time."

"But sir, he saw…."

"In his imagination." He insisted. "The Mist is strong enough to convince him and others of that."

"But Sir! I cannot fail again." Grover whined. His voice sounded stressed. "You know what would happen."

"You have not failed, Mr. Underwood." Mr. Bruner said in a calming tone. "I should have known first. Now, let's focus all of our attention on keeping Percy alive until next fall."

I sucked in a breath, a little too loudly. Mr. Bruner went silent. I heard someone stand up. Crap!

I turned quickly and ran into the nearest office. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked. I shut the door quickly. I leaned against the door and listened. I heard a soft clop-clop-clop outside of the door, a sound that seemed suspiciously like horse hooves. What?

"Nothing. Huh. My senses haven't been right since…." Mr. Brunner trailed off, his voice coming from somewhere in the hall.

"Mine neither. But.. I, I couldh are sworn." Grover mumbled.

"Go back to the dorm. You have a long summer ahead of you Grover." Mr. Brunenr said solemnly.

"Please, don't remind me." Grover grumbled as I heard his feet carrying him away.

I sat there in the dark for what seemed like forever until finally, I crept out of the office and back to the dorm. There I found Grover dead asleep on his bed.

Maybe I had just made up that whole conversation? I tried to convince myself.

I wasn't doing a very good job.

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The next day was…..awkward to say the least. I listened to the other kids talking about their summer plans at their beach houses in Malibu and Yachts in the Carribean. When they asked me about my plans, I told them I was going back to the city.

Not so accidentally, I didn't tell them about how I was going to have to get a cheap summer job to raise money for a new school. What fun!

The worst part was, I had to ride into the city on the bus with Grover. I hadn't told him about the conversation I had over heard last night between him and Mr. Brunner. I was still trying (and failing. Miserably) to convince myself that I had made it all up.

We were sitting on the Greyhound, in the very back seat. Grover had on his on his rasta cap and was muttering to himself again. His eyes darted around the bus, as if he was expecting something to jump out and attack us.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I decided to divulge my secret.

"Watching out for another Kindly One?" I asked.

Grover turned and stared at me with wide eyes. "What?" He sputtered.

I told him about my eavesdropping last night.

His face was twitching. "How much did you hear?"

"Oh, not much." I muttered. "Just some stuff about a Kindly One and the Mist and something about your senses."

Grover's acne covered face went white. His eyes were wide. He began to wring his hands nervously. "Oh, okay." He looked around for a moment, as if trying to come to a decision about something. Finally, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a card. He handed it to me. It read:

Grover Underwood

Keeper

Half Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

"What is this?"

"It's my summer address." Grover told me. My face dropped. Even Grover had a summer home. A mansion. Even he was rich. Wow. You think you know a guy.

"Why do I need this!" I asked him slowly.

"In case you need me."

"Why would I need you?" I asked him harshly. Normally, I would have felt bad, but I knew Grover was holding things back from me, and I was mad. I thought he was my friend.

We spent the rest of the bus ride in silence. When we got to our stop, I ditched Grover while he was in the bathroom. Without looking back, I walked up to the east side, towards my Mother's apartment.

My character of the day: Iris, the rainbow goddess.