Hello, I'm starting my story now!
Disclaimer:
Me: I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does.
Percy: What? Rick Riordan owns me! I am not a slave!
Me: You exist! Oh my Gods! It's true! *faints*
Annabeth: You know, I was about to tell Percy that we're fictional characters, but this is so much more entertaining.
The Missing Fire
(Nick Allison's POV)
This whole thing started when I was twelve years old. Do you want to hear my story? Probably not, because of all the things that, according to the rest of the world, doesn't exist. But I'll tell you it anyways.
Well, at the time, I was in sixth grade. Middle school was being annoying as usual, especially pre-algebra. My teacher, Mrs. Gorgonio, had been bugging me the entire year with stupid stuff like "You forgot to dot the i or cross the t," and "Detention for talking," all because she hated me. Today was no different.
"Allison, get over here!" Mrs. Gorgonio yelled. My name is Nick! I wanted to scream at her. I reluctantly went over to her.
"Yes, Mrs. Gorgonio?" I answered in a sing-song voice.
"I need you to help me get the TV out of the teachers' lounge. Lucas! You come too!" she called to Lucas Bave, another guy in my class who was always pulling pranks and being mischievous. We followed her into the teachers' lounge.
She attacked. Her eyes turned a fiery red and she grew talons. Her face morphed into something totally unrecognizable.
"Mrs. Gorgonio, what's going on?" Lucas yelled. I stared at him. What did he think was going on? We were being attacked by a monster who had posed as our teacher for three months!
"Don't call me Mrs. Gorgonio, because my name is really Slethio," Mrs. Gorgonio A.K.A Slethio told us.
"Help! My teacher is going to kill me!" I called. Suddenly, a girl flew into the room. She quickly took out a bronze knife (how she got it into school I don't know) and stabbed Mrs. Gorgonio/Slethio. She brushed off her hands.
"The name's Katie Logan. Are you ready for camp?"