Ok, let me start this off by saying, this is not your usual Chaos story! Give it a chance! I'm writing this because I'm bored and none of my favorite authors are updating, HINT, HINT! No flames, this is my first story and flames won't motivate me to finish it. Constructive criticism is fine!

Disclaimer: If I owned PJO do you really think I would waste all of my time here!/ (No offense FanFiction!)

Percy PoV

I'm Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus, Praetor of the Twelth Legion... Exiled Son of Poseidon? Let me explain. I was recently sent on a quest to retrieve my new half-brother from the worst place in history. School! It all went downhill from there. Flashback Time!

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"Ok guys, is this the place?" I asked. I couldn't wait to meet Griffon.

"Yeah, Chiron said he goes to Surfside Boarding Academy," Grover replied.

"Ok, what are we waiting for?" Thalia asked. We walked inside. I flinched at the sight of the secretary. She was half my height, but at least three times fatter.

"Excuse me uh… sir? We need to see Griffon Dore," Thalia said.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm a WOMAN you idiot! Griffon's in room 147," the secretary replied. The whole time I wanted to explode with laughter, but her expression changed my mind.

"Thank you madam," Grover said politely. At least one of us has manners. We took a map of the school and walked to Griffon's class. We arrived there and asked for Griffon.

"Which kid is he?" Grover whispered in my ear.

"Probably that kid over there that looks like he could be my twin," I replied. Just then, a kid stepped in front of me. He had blonde hair, with dark streaks down the sides. His eyes were sea green. At least that part of him was Poseidon-ish. If that's a word.

"You called?" The kid asked.

"You're Griffon?" I asked. He nodded. "Great, come with us!" We walked down the hallways while Thalia and I explained the situation. Grover was eating the map. We all got into the SUV the Stolls 'borrowed' and drove off. When we got back, I saw Posiedon standing near my cabin.

"Hey dad," I said.

"That's my real dad?" Griffon asked. I felt a pang of pain as remembered how confused I felt when I first got here.

"Yeah, he's pretty cool too," I replied. We walked over to Posiedon.

"Percy, Griffon, I have some bad news," He said grimly. "I upset Zeus and he exiled me from Olympus. He ordered that all Posiedon and Neptune kids are killed by next Friday. You and three others are going into hiding." 3 kids came out of cabin 3.

"Meet Michaela, Seth, and Clayton," Michaela looked Russian or something, with long dark hair and eyes that were more dark green than sea green. She was about 5'4. Clayton and Seth looked like twins. They both had dark hair and sea green eyes too. Clayton was about an inch taller than Seth, and looked to be 5'3.

"Hey, I'm Clayton and this is Seth, my twin sister," Clayton said. Great, more mischeivous twins to keep my stuff away from.

"I'm your brother, idiot!" Seth yelled.

"You say that like it's a good thing," Clayton replied. I hope they don't do this all the time, I thought.

"Girls, stop fighting!" Michaela yelled. Me and Griffon started laughing at that, but the twins looked at us like we were crazy so we shut up.

"Hurry! You have to get out of here!" Dad urged us along to the edge of camp, so we ran off into the woods, half expecting to be dead by tomorrow. We finally emerged from the other side onto a highway.

"Let's hurry, I thought I saw the Minotaur back there," Michaela said. "He'll be here any minute."

"We can take him, he can't be that bad, especially against five children of the Sea God, am I right!" Seth said.

"Maybe, but I don't want to take any chances. Besides, It'll just tire us out," I said.

"Well we don't want him chasing us the whole time we're on the run, do we?" Seth replied.

"Uh... hey guys, hate to break it to you, but the Minotaur snuck up behind you while you two were bickering like little kids," Clayton said. My eyes widened. The Minotaur breathed down my neck. I drew Riptide and shoved it into his stomach. It exploded into beef-scented monster dust.

"There, let's go!" I said. With that, we continued.

Ok, I'm guessing it's probably not the best story ever but whatever. It can't be the worst though, right? I'm probably going to update once a week, so if you like the story tell me or I won't be motivated enough to continue so, please review, no flames because I'm hot enough already! - AssassinOfNeptune ( a.k.a. That awesome guy that just wrote your new favorite story)