Hello there! This is my second fanfiction and I tried to make it interesting...but...I don't know what you guys will think. I guess you'll probably think it's lame...but I'll try anyway! *I can do it! I can do it!* Okay, so here's the story! Let the sparks fly!

I'd like to say I was calm, I was composed, I thought things through clearly before arriving at some hysterical conclusion. Needless to say, I did the exact opposite and freaked out.

I mean, c'mon! I enter the dining room after coming home from school only to see a male teenage stranger on the chair next to my mom and the both of them were so engrossed in their conversation they didn't even realise I was there. The guy looked around my age and seemed to have two severe bumps on his head(covered by hair) as if he had been attacked by a gigantic hole puncher and been treated by a psychotic nurse who stuffed the pits with mountains of cotton wool to show she actually knew something.

The first thought I had was "my long-lost brother?" but then I noticed the pair of pants hanging on the chair beside the guy. Pants that I knew did not belong to my mum or me because they were brightly decorated with yellow stripes and a few polka dots. I'm one of those ADHD people who always get distracted so I was in the middle of thinking up a list of 101 Ways To Burn Horrible-Looking Pants To Save Your Burning Eyes when

the more sensible part of my mind pulled me back to the bigger problem-the disgusting bare-butted guy sitting on the chair I usually (but never will again) sat on during dinner.

That was when the hysterical thoughts raced into my mind.

RAPIST!

COLLEAGUE MY MOM'S BEEN SLEEPING WITH!

COLLEAGUE WITH A RAPIST BACKGROUND WHO HAS BEEN SLEEPING WITH MY MOM EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS HE'S MY LONG-LOST BROTHER!

"What are you doing here?" I shouted and pointed to the guy as if my finger could make him disappear in a *poof*. Yeah right, Maylin. Be realistic.

"Woah. Maylin, hold on a second. He's...well...not exactly a friend but he's here to help." My mum told me before I could continue shouting crazy things like "Get away from my mum before I grab a kitchen knife and castrate you like they do to Zoo monkeys!"

I wasn't usually this mentally unstable but the incident at school last now had left me kind of jittery and for the time being, paranoid.

"Maylin, there's something I have to tell you." My mom looked at me calmly.

Please, please, please don't tell me your pregnant, mom.

"It's about your dad."

Please, please, please don't tell me the dude beside you is a son he left behind for us to take care of and that I've been punished with washing his underwear.

"Your dad is Zeus."

Please, please, please tell me where my mom is and what you've done to her.

"Um...Ms. Kee, maybe you should explain the basic stuff to her first?" The disgusting dude on her left told my mom's imposter.

"Okay. I just really wanted to get that secret of my chest 'cos it should be fine to do so now...since she's has to go to camp and all." My mom said and looked rather sad as she said the "go to camp" part.

"Don't worry Ms. She only has to attend until she has learnt at least the basic skills. She-" The guy was about to continue when I interrupted him with my signature "Hold on. Explain from the top."

The guy glared at me but then started reciting something that sounded like a speech. However, it couldn't have been a speech because it wasn't boring...more like psycho. He said something about Greek gods being alive and hooking up with mortals (he couldn't even use the word human!) and having demigod children like yours truly. Apparently, my dad is the one who gives out lightning strikes, not a guy who was struck by lightning and died as my mother led me to believe. Talk about ironic. He also told me about a bunch of other stuff like about this place for demigods to learn how to protect themselves from monsters called Camp Half-Blood, a big battle against the titans two years ago and how this was the reason a demigod with my parentage had yet to be devoured by monsters for so long. Because many had died during the war. But were now back from the dead to haunt me and eat me. No, devour me. I like that word.

"You do realise I'm can't possibly believe all this?"

"Oh...I don't know...maybe you want to give a better explanation for what happened in school today? That's the reason why I'm here to escort you to camp, you know. Monsters are always out to get demigods, so you people have to learn how to take care of yourselves." He spoke the last part like I was a baby and he wanted me to learn how to change my diapers. Now, if only I had a soiled diaper in my hand so I could cover up his irritating face. Wait a second. EWW...why would I want a soiled diaper to be on my hand? This Greek talk was driving me crazy.

"May, I don't want you to go to camp but you have to. Mikaleus here told me about the spinx attack today. You almost got killed! You have to go to camp and learn." My mom pleaded me.

"Fine." I muttered under my breath. Most of the time I was more stubborn but the fresh memory of the attack took my defiance away. I knew they were right. Both mom and...Mikaleus. Hmm...I was hoping he didn't have a name. I was going to start calling him Mr. What-his-face or Bob.

Then again, no one was stopping me from that.

So, with my decision to go to camp, Bob stood up and told me to start packing. That was when I realised why he didn't need pants. At the sight of his goat lower body, my eyes bulged and my jaw dropped.

I think I did a fairly well imitation of a goldfish.

So, how was it? Ok? Lame? If you read this, please review and give me constructive comments...please? please? please? THANK YOU~