I never understood why people doubt my ability to kick some serious monster butt. My name is Jack Swift. You can call me Jack. I'm a demigod. Yeah, I know, it sounds awesome right? But no, it kinda sucks. I'm the same species as that Percy Jackson dude but waaay cooler. He goes to Camp Half-Blood with me and my friends.
I'm on my way to Lancasters Boy's Boarding School to get this demigod named Ryan. He's fourteen and a son of Poseidon. Not my favorite.
As I walk in to the school something automatically grabs my attention. A man about 4 foot tall. He has red eyes and is covered in layers of the Mist. I try to keep it calm and keep walking although my hand is tightly enclosing my Ginisia (my paperclip which turns into a lightning sword). As I'm walking, I reach out and feel his electro brain waves. Since I'm a son of Zeus I can feel anything electric. He knows I am a demigod.
I ask for Ryan and he uses the intercom to call him down. He's about 6 foot 2 and 150 pounds. He has brown hair and green eyes.
Just when I was about to comment on his annoying father, the dude with the red eyes turns into a dragon. A freaking dragon! Cool, right? How about no. Just when I thought that was it, the dude breathes fire!
I pull out my paperclip and turn it into a sword. I try zapping him but he has a rubbery shell. Meanwhile this Ryan dummy sits here like it's some movie. The red-eyed guy whacks me with his tail and I go soaring. I can't see anything. My eyes are filled with dirt. Then, when I can see here comes these two girls out of bloody nowhere. One of them is smokin' and the other one is a little bit cute. The cute one throws a freaking spear without moving her hand. The dragon falls over and dissolves. How can they be so dang cute and good at the same time?!