Well. Here it is. My very first Fan Fiction adventure. I suppose it is necessary for me to mention that all things Percy Jackson belong to the fabulous Rick Riordan. Feel free to tatter my hopes and dreams by leaving a harshly-worded comment below. In fact, I welcome it. Good bye.

Chapter One

Miami, Florida

"Less than two more months of school until summer, Kendra." My grandmother said as we pulled up into the damp driveway of Amelia Earhart Academy. The black gravel was damp from the storm from the night before.

"You'll survive, I'm sure."

She pulled to a stop at the student drop-off, and I groaned dramatically.

"That's just the thing, Nanna. I don't think I will."

Nanna's eyes rolled, though unfairly. What I said was partially true. Middle school is killer, I thought to myself as I pulled down the car's mirror to check my hair. Having to deal with the popularity contests and the schoolwork, not to mention my dyslexia and ADHD issues was tough, not to mention other strange things which had been happening lately….But I didn't want to think about that right now.

Staring in the mirror, I scrutinized for any embarrassing blemishes. Satisfied, I then swept my black hair from my face and pulled it back in a messy bun, revealing my sea green eyes. My mother said I inherited them from my father. It was all I had to hold onto him; I didn't even have memories.

I pushed the car door open with a sigh and heaved my book bag over my shoulder.

"Well, if I am to die I shall do it with honor," I said significantly as I stepped out of the car, recalling my old drama skills. "I do it for you, dear Grandmother. Remember me fondly when I am no more."

She laughed and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I smiled back and shut the car door.

"Good luck, dear." She called through the open car window.

"I'll pick you up at the usual spot when school's over. Have a nice day." She winked at me then began to spin the steering wheel. I watched as the colossal Chevy turned away and hauled itself back into the road, speeding out of view and leaving me behind.

"Good luck, dear," a mocking voice sneered behind me. I spun around, and my heart sunk sullenly. The gorgeous Ashli Tippins and her crew of minions stood a few feet away, their eyes glinting maliciously. Have a nice day? I thought cynically. Not possible.

"Keep your distance, ladies." Ashli snickered. "You don't want to catch her stupidity. They say it's contagious." Several high-pitched peals of cruel laughter followed. My fists clenched.

"Yeah, you better keep your distance, Tippins," I said back, trying to appear intimidating. "Because-"

Just then an ancient blue Mustang appeared from no where and drove with astonishing swiftness to the curb, right into a huge puddle. The dirty rainwater flew from the automobile and landed on Ashli and her gaggle of girls, leaving them absolutely soaked. The group erupted in squeals and they raced toward the school. The last thing I heard before they disappeared into the building was Ashli's disparaged cry of despair. "My new shoes! They're ruined!"

I stood there for a long moment, baffled, not daring to believe what had just happened, afraid to wake up from a beautiful dream. The sound of tires woke me from my reverie, and I turned to see the Mustang pull away from the curb and settle slowly into the teachers' parking lot. I wanted to wait to see who would step out, but just then the school's bell rang.

"Shoot," I muttered. And I hurried to my next class, Ashli's defeat and my mysterious savior deep in my mind.