Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson until I get a phone call from Rick Riordan saying "You can have Percy Jackson." And sign a paper stating otherwise, WHICH WOULD BE AWESOME!

My life ended when I reached fifth grade. That's when I found my one true love. Percy Jackson. I was OBSESSED. He was all I thought about. Yeah, he's a fictional character, but they are the best books ever. He was everything. Every other sentence I said was about Percy Jackson. Blah, blah, Percy Jackson. Blah, blah, Percy Jackson. I could just imagine running my hand through his unruly black hair while looking into his deep green eyes. Little did I know, I would be NOT doing that in my lifetime.

I'm Silena Jackson, A.K.A. Percy Jackson Psycho Freak. Yes, I'm serious my last name is Jackson. My one joy in life is reading – well since I have dyslexia, I don't read, I listen to audio books. I've read every book known to man but the books that I can't live without are the Percy Jackson series. Ever since I've read them, all I do is daydream about what would happen if they came to life, if I was one of the characters. I would be a daughter of Poseidon, Percy Jackson's younger half-sister.

Okay, Enough about Percy Jackson and more about me. Well, here are the basics: I live in New York with my cousin Karter Windal and her mom. Karter's mom has a retarded job that requires her to be gone most of the time so Karter and I always just stay with our older cousin, Alana. I never knew who my parents were so I had a foster mom, Amy Remerize. One day my foster mom got a job in California and I didn't want to go. Instead of going I stole some money and took a plane to New York. Now Karter and I are in seventh grade.

"Silena!" Karter shook my arm. "You have to get up!"

Karter Windal … what can I say? Karter Windal is my cousin, as well as my best friend. We've know each other since before we could walk. She's like my sister although we've had our ups and downs. We both have dyslexia and ADHD so she gets me, you know what I mean?

Karter has long black hair and brown eyes. She wears black a lot and no she's not Goth. She's six months younger than me but still; she's been at least two or three inches taller than me, even when we were babies. I have long, curly black hair and storm grey eyes. I wear a lot of pink and Percy Jackson shirts and yes, I am the girly type.

"Are we there yet, cuzzy?" I laughed. I've been calling Karter that for two whole years now. She's gotten used to it by now. "God, I hate field trips."

"This is seventh grade; we've had plenty of field trips by now. Get used to it," Karter laughed.

We walked off of the bus and walk into the museum with our Greek mythology teacher, Mr. Brunner. "Welcome to the Museum of Greek Mythology," Mr. Brunner said.

Mr. Brunner is a middle aged man with in a wheel chair. He has a scruffy brown beard and stringy brown hair. He's nice an all but with dyslexia and ADHD you really can't do well.

I looked at Karter, "Yeah some fun." As much as I liked Percy Jackson I couldn't stand mythology!

"Miss Jackson, do you have a comment?" Mr. Brunner looked in my direction.

"Um … No, Mr. Brunner, sir." That's the magic word.

Mr. Brunner drown on and on about Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. I pulled out my iPhone and handed Karter a headphone. "You want to listen about Pose-whatever or listen to some music?" I whispered.

She laughed. "Pose-whatever, really?"

After the field trip we were waiting for the bell to ring when Mr. Brunner wheeled over to the front of the room and said, "Karter Windal, Silena Jackson. Come with me." Little did I know that what Mr. Brunner was about to ask would change my whole life.

We followed him out the door of the classroom to the hallway. He looked at us sincerely and said, "Would you too like to go to a summer camp? I've talked to your mother, Karter; she said it would be all right."

We glanced at each other for a second. "Sure," I said

"It starts after school on the last day, have your stuff ready. I'm driving you," Mr. Brunner said.

WHAT?