Jason: Why am I here? This story isn't about me.

Lucky: I have you here, so I figured I might as well include you in another story.

Jason: Do I have to?

Lucky: No.

Jason: Cool! Later!

Lucky: You realize I can kill you right? Like, agonizingly painful and embarressing?

Jason: You wouldn't.

Lucky: Oh, but Jason, I would. And I'd let Reyna watch, too. I'd make her laugh. So I suggest you do your job.

Jason: Fine. TwoStrangeGirls does not own PJO. She doesn't own me either, but does that stop her from keeping me hostage? NO!

Lucky: You're a lot nicer in Home Is Where The Chaos Is.

Jason: Because it's MY story. Duh.

Sophie really hates sleeping late.

So how upset was she when she woke up at eight A.M? Take it from me: You don't want to know.

Usually, my family woke up pretty early. They woke up around six to six-thirty, on average. Please note that I said my family, not me. I take after my dad, and I promise you, it shows. Not just in my appearance, but my whole personality.

Black hair, the same facial features- everything except the eyes. I've got Mom's eyes. If you don't know what color that would be, maybe you'll figure it out after this-Let me introduce myself.

My name's Dylan Jackson.

Ring a bell? Jackson- as in Percy Jackson? If it doesn't- Buddy, you shouldn't be reading this.

Anyway, back to Sophie. My little sister was furious that she woke up so late. So furious, I could hear her growl from my room down the hall.

"I hate this stupid alarm clock!" She screamed.

Oh gods...

I dragged myself out of bed, like I do every Saturday when most kids are sleeping. Pulling on my clothes, I slipped out of my bedroom door and into the kitchen. Oh, this would really get Sophie.

As I quietly ran down the stairs, a familar flash of black hair caught my eye slipping into the kitchen. Wow. Oh, right. I lied about being the only one in my family who slept late. There was someone else...Someone who usually was still wearing pajamas when my siblings and I got home from school. You know, Sonic The Hedgehog pajamas and leather jackets don't go together very well...

"Dylan?" Ah, yes, that would be my lovely sister.

Her curly blond hair- much like my mother's- was pulled back in a quicky ponytail, and her sea green eyes shined with shock. She looked so much like Mom, it was kind of scary.

"What are you doing up?" She demanded.

I smirked. "I've been up for hours Sophie. I figured you'd be up by now, sis. What happened? Your alarm clock go out again?"

"Shut up," She growled, "Where's-"

"Kitchen," I said, "Mom and Dad already leave?"

"I'm pretty sure," Sophie said as she observed the living room, "Must have taken Ryan and Theo, too."

Mom had a meeting today, and Dad got called in because there was an injury at Camp Half Blood with one of his assistants. He'd probably taken our siblings with him.

"Well," Sophie said, stretching, "Let's get this day started, shall we?"

Who do you think is in the kitchen and chills out in Sonic PJs and a leather jacket? Review and send me your guesses!

~Lucky