Listen. Being a Demigod is hard work. It may seem cool how we kill monsters, or use magic weapons, but trust me it isn't fun at all. I've lost a lot doing the thing I do. Man, I wish I could go back to before all of this happened. It had been obvious from the start I wasn't a normal kid, but not this abnormal. In pre school I was doing things like tripping, and making people fall down at will, or giving kids such bad static shocks, that they had to go to the nurse's office. Not typically good signs for a toddler. I lived most of my life as an outcast. I remember my first day of fourth grade. I had just moved from another state. Did I mention I'm a foster child. I get passed around faster than Tantalus's kids flesh at the dinner table. The reason I was passed around so much was because like I said I wasn't normal. And every time I would do something… Not normal (Which was almost all of the time.) I was passed on to the next guy. A perfect example of this is my first day of fourth grade. "Good morning !" I said with joy. "Good Morning." She replied with a smile on her face. "We were just introducing ourselves to the class you can go next if you'd like she said." I nodded and marched up to the front of the class. "Hello." I said nervously. "My name is Jack, and ummm…" I then heard some snickers around the room. Right off the bat these kids thought I was a laughing stock. , seeing that I was struggling gave me something to break the ice with. "Tell the class a talent you have." . "I am good at spelling." I said. What a dumb move. Everyone knows Demigods have dyslexia, which makes it near impossible to spell. "Spell the word Decathlon." Said a girl in the audience, I mean class. At this point there is no difference, with those kids judging me so intently. I shot the girl a dirty look and attempted to spell the word decathlon. Lets just say it wasn't pretty. One kid started laughing uncontrollably. Then another girl joined in, and then another, and pretty soon the whole class was laughing. "Spell stupid!" Screamed one kid. That got everyone laughing even more. I was seized with a strong anger powerful enough to make Poseidon's trident look like a children's toy. Suddenly lightning struck from above shaking the entire school. "AAAH!" Everyone screamed. Then a burst of wind knocked the kid who had asked me to spell stupid right out of his chair. Long story short, I was not allowed to return to that school, or that foster home. The worst times hit about a year ago. It was my first year of middle school where everything started getting really weird. For the first time in ages I hadn't been kicked out of this school in the first few weeks. Everyone in the school hated me except my friend, Ken. I can't tell you how many times Ken had gotten me out of trouble. "It's okay Jack, everyone blows up the science lab once in awhile, just let me talk to the science teacher." And sure enough no expulsion, not even detention. Ken is great, the only problem is I have to save his butt a lot too. Because Ken is confined to a wheelchair, and because he has a big mouth when he gets in a scrape with the school tough guy, guess who has to save him? If you guessed me you were right. Sometimes I don't know where he finds some of the guys he does. He has to find the biggest toughest guys for me to fight. Most of the time I win. It really started getting wild, when one day after school, me and Ken were walking home, and some Old lady asked if we would like to pet her dog. "No thank you!" Ken said a little too rude. "Ken." I said giving him an elbow. "I would love to." I said to the lady. "Oh, well what a nice young man you are, I wish you all were like that." She said shooting Ken a dirty look. As I bent down to pet the dog, he broke off the leash and ran into an alleyway. "Oh dear, my Sonny!" "Will you please go get him she said. I looked at Ken. He shook his head but i ignored him. I ran into the alley after him. "Sonny, here boy!" I called. After a while it was looking hopeless. Then I suddenly heard a thunderous roar. I turned around to see a Huge lion, with a goat coming out of its back.