A/N: I took skywriter5's advice and slowed EVERYTHING down. Um, so I deleted the old chapters, because I reread them after skywriter5's review. And I agree with her... or him. Not sure. The chapter is pretty much the same until the action part.

skywriter5: Um, I don't need anymore beta readers, because my friends already do it on Facebook. They saw your review, and they agreed with you. I was like,"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" But anyways, thank you for your advice, and I hope this chapter is better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson & the Olympians.

Chapter 1

"Jake! Stop eating so much! If you do, you're going to become all fat and won't fit out the door!" I scolded my brother. My brothers were actually my half-brothers. Their father died of lung disease. But our mom remarried and that's why I'm here. Even though I was just their half-sister, they cared for me as if I was their full sister. "That's because you are our only family. And even if you weren't our only family, it doesn't matter. Because we will always be your brothers." I smiled at the warm and happy memory. As I returned to the cold and dark reality, I thought about my mysterious parents. Both my parents were lousy. They abandoned their children! My father abandoned my family when I was born. My mother was an improvement, but not much. She left when I was 5. 5, for god's sake! I sighed. There was no helping it now. I was now 16. It had been 11 years, but I still couldn't forget the last memory of her. My only memory of her. She had told me she loved me. She gave me a big hug and tucked me into bed. I had responded the same. That was also the last time I ever saw her. She disappeared the next day.

"Oh, come on! You, Jolina Yang, have been saying that since you could talk! And look at me, I'm still skinny." He smirked. I glared at him and cleared the table. Jake had black hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was more tan than I was and no doubt more muscular. He's 19 right now, but in a month, it'll be his birthday. Kevin also had black hair. He had a darker brown color for his eyes. He was 17 and went to high school with me. I had similar black hair. Nathan's hair was dark brown, but it almost looked black. I've seen almost every girl swoon over his eyes, which were black. That makes up my whole family. Four teenagers. That's it.

"Lina! I'm going to college now. Do you need anymore help?" I smiled gratefully at my eldest brother. He was 22, and he was still living here and taking care of us.

"No, I'm good." He nodded and took the Honda, the only car we owned, with Jake in the passenger seat and backed out of the driveway.

Then, I turned back to Kevin. "Okay, we're going to be late if we don't head out now. Let's go."

Now, I wasn't exactly the most popular girl in the school. At all. I had dyslexia. I didn't really have bad dyslexia, so I could read Harry Potter and books like that. I walked to my locker and tried to avoid eye contact. Today was Monday. Or, as most people call it in my school, Millie Monday. Millie and her group of girly girls, who would date any cute guy, pick a girl every Monday to pester. Annoy. Hurt. Bully. Verbally abuse. Pick one, they all qualify.

Millie scanned the crowd. I hurriedly pulled books out of my locker to mix into the crowd and run to class. Unfortunately for me, they already saw me. Locked onto target.

"Hey, you." My back was facing her. My eyes narrowed. I didn't turn and proceeded to take my books out. I wondered how she made up all these ridiculous remarks and names. "Hey! I called you!"

I turned and smiled sweetly. "Oh, but my name isn't 'you'. Maybe when you actually learn my name and get a bit of a personality, I'll think about talking to you." I turned to walk away, trying very hard not to show my pride. However, the moment I said those words, I wished I didn't.

"Don't try to be cool. You aren't, and you'll never be. You are nothing. I know about your mom and your dad. They don't even care about you. Your dad left the minute he saw your ugly ass face. Then, your mom realized your dad was right, you are ugly. Disgusting. Retarded."

You know how people say to not let people's words get to you? Harder to do than say. I turned around sharply. "You do NOT talk about my parents like that! You NEVER. DO. NOT. TALK. ABOUT. MY. PARENTS. Do you really think you're any better than me? Wow, you must be really messed up to think that. You can throw blows at me. You can say how ugly I am, I don't give a crap! But. You. Do. NOT. EVER. Talk about my parents! EVER."

"Why?" she sneered. "Your parents don't want you anyway. They never did! So why the hell do you care?"

That was it. I exploded. Somehow, the water fountain burst. Water went everywhere. Mostly on Millie and her torture group. Before I could laugh, Alex, my friend, pulled me out of there.

Alex was handicapped. She was in a wheelchair, but her arm strength made up for it. And then some. "We have to go. It's not safe here." She said. "We have to go to the camp. You'll be safer there. You've already shown signs! My gods. I can't protect you any longer!" She had light brown hair that reached to her shoulders. She was always the nervous one. It was like she was afraid something would jump out and attack me. We've been friends ever since we were 6.

"What? Protect me? Okay, Alex, no offense, but you're in a wheelchair. You can't really be Super Woman right now. Come on, we have to get to class!" I said, as the warning bell rang.

We both went to our class, and Alex was seriously on edge. We had Science and dissected frogs. Alex practically did a cavity search on it before she let me cut it up. I glared at her at the end of school.

"Look, Alex! I have left school unscathed by homework and teachers! Hooray!" My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Okay, true, maybe you aren't hurt now, but you're 13! Monsters are going to attack you."

"What monsters? My god, Alex, all I can do is stay underwater for long periods of time! Oh, I'm so mighty."

Alex merely sighed. "Can I hang out at your house today?"

"Mmm. Yeah." We waited for my brother to meet us at the stairs in front of the school. Kevin came barreling down the stairs.

"Slow down! Are you trying to make us both handicapped?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and silently waited for Nathan and Jake to pick us up. After a couple of minutes, the five of us made our way home.

We traveled through an alley, a short cut to our home. Suddenly, something huge smashed its paw right onto the hood of our car. Everyone screamed in terror and tumbled out of the wreck. It roared in anger. It's tail, which ended with a snake head, snapped at me. Alex pulled me away quickly. Alex was standing.

I stared in shock. "The- It- You can stand!"

"Lina, there are more pressing matters than me being able to stand! Cro- NO!"

It batted me to the side with it's paw. I hit the wall painfully, and all the air I had was knocked out. It roared.

I couldn't breath. I felt like I was a fish out of water. Something trickled out, and water touched my hand. I suddenly felt rejuvenated. "Tap your bracelets!" I heard Alex scream. It's now or never.

I heard it roar again. I quickly tapped, and my bracelets disappeared. I was holding dual swords. I stared at the swords. I looked up at the mutated lion. I was raising its paw, claws extended. I could feel the end coming. I looked back to my brothers and saw Jake running towards me. I got up as quickly as I could. "JAKE NO!"

Too late. His warm blood splattered onto my face. I felt for his pulse. It was fading away. "Don't go to sleep, stay awake!" Crying, I laid him down. Facing the lion, I knew what I had to do. Kill it.

I found it was like a bull. Unfortunately, I was wearing my red and white t-shirt and my brother's blood. It charged. Sidestepping, I dodged it narrowly and stabbed it right in the neck.

Golden particles burst into the air. I ran back to Jake. His body was cold. No pulse. "No, no! JAKE!" Tears were streaming down my face as Alex pulled me away from him. I dropped my swords with a clatter and sank to the ground.

"What was it?" I asked, numbly.

"Chimera."

I faintly recalled learning about it in History.

"Lina, you know what this means right?" she asked.

"That I only have 2 brothers now?" I asked, crying into my blood stained hands.

"You're a demigod." What? Is she kidding? Does this sound like the perfect place to crack a joke?

I stood up abruptly, tears still running down my face. "This isn't funny. My brother just died because a chimera mauled him! And now, you're here laughing about it, saying that I'm a freaking demigod! I'm not! I'm just a normal 13 year old girl, who had mortal, MORTAL, parents, who just witnessed her brother being killed by a chimera!" I screeched at her.

"It's true," Nathan said. He had glistening tear tracks on his cheeks.

"NO, IT'S NOT! I'M JUST A NORMAL GIRL WITH A NORMAL LIFE WHO GETS BULLIED BY NORMAL PEOPLE!" I was desperate. Everything is upside-down, inside-out. This is a dream. A nightmare. I'm actually in English class, sleeping while Alex is trying to wake me up. That's it. English class.

But in the back of my head, I already knew. I'm a demigod.

A/N: Better? - hopeful -