A/N: Hey so this is my first PJatO fanfic. It is also my first story I've written with another writer besides myself. My basically-sister Silentdreams21 is the second writer. Kait is my character and Anna is hers, Ethan will be written by both of us interchangeably. You may have noticed that the title is in Greek.. if not you must be a demigod! well if you're not a demigod it means Another Chance. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy and review!

Kait I

"Do you know why you're here?" The short, dumpy, balding man asked me.

"I don't know but I'm guessing you're going to tell me." I say. I'm sitting in the principal's office for the third time this week alone.

Mr. Ballard, the bald man and the school's principal, frowned and said, "Miss Valery was just sent to the nurse. It seems that her bowl of soup exploded in her face."

I shrug, I knew this already and, if you ask me, she deserved it. Rachel Valery was Queen Bee, beautiful and popular with long gold hair and blue eyes. She was the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, the girl every other girl wanted to be, the girl every guy wanted- but most could never have- she was the girl everyone secretly hated. Rachel was a mean, vicious bully. She tormented every one she considered beneath her- so basically, everyone- especially me. She tore at me, calling me names, humiliating me… but then in that way she was no different from any other person at this school. I turn my thoughts back to the present and say, "So? What does that have to do with me?"

"Miss Valery is the daughter of this school's wealthiest patrons and after this her father is going to sue this school unless the person to blame is punished severely. Miss Valery says you are to blame."

I snort, I can't help it, his words are so ridiculous, I laugh. My laugh is short and bitter- the product of years of suffering prejudice and animosity from everyone I meet. "Do you hear yourself?" I ask, "A bowl of soup exploded! It probably didn't do any real harm- but that's beside the point. How can you possibly blame me for making a bowl of soup explode? Or toilet pipes from bursting, or chemistry experiments blowing up?" I name all of the charges raised against me this week alone. Of course, I had been there when all three things occurred, but that no more made me guilty than any of the other students who were present. But of course, no one saw it that way. All they saw was me and some strange event, so, naturally, I had to be responsible.

I level the full-force of my gaze at Ballard, who looked down and shuffled the papers on his desk in order to avoid meeting my gaze. It was the same with everyone I came in contact with, after the first glimpse of my eyes, they look away and refuse to meet them again. Ballard clears his throat nervously, "You were there, and other students say you were arguing with Miss Valery."

"And how, exactly, do they say I was able to make the soup explode?" I ask. Ballard opens and closes his mouth, but no sound comes out. I smirk, "So I'm free to go? There are no more alien abductions you want to blame on me? Good." I stand up, and storm out of the office.

I walk briskly in the direction of home, putting the school behind me. How did it go?

How do you think it went? It was the usual; unexplainable explosion, Kait must be to blame, threats are given, they have no proof, they let me go.

A medium-sized pit bull with tan-and-white fur and gold eyes appeared beside me. You should learn how to control your temper. He says like does every-time these things happen.

What does my temper have to do with anything? I didn't make those things explode. That's just crazy talk. I say like I always do.

No more crazy than a talking dog. He replied, as usual. And, as usual, I had no response to this. Mogley had been there as long as I can remember, and I've been able to converse with him in my mind as long as I can remember- a talking dog may be crazy, but to me its normal- which tells you how messed up my life is.

I opened the door to the apartment I shared with Mogley and my dad. Dad was in the kitchen starting to make dinner- being a single dad gave him the talent most men do not have: the ability to cook.

Dad looked up from what he was doing and said, "I hear you got called up to the principal's office today. That's the third time this week."

I shrug, "A bowl of soup exploded in a girl's face. They have no proof it was me. Rather they have no real proof it was me. For most of them my eyes and the fact that I was there is proof enough. They call me a witch dad."

Dad turned sympathetic brown eyes to me- eyes that were nothing like my own- and sighed, "Is it too hard? Do you want to try another school?"

I shake my head, "It doesn't matter. It will be the same no matter where I go."

Dad puts down the knife he is using to cut the vegetables and picks up a shiny silver plate. He comes to stand in front of me and holds up the plate so that I can see my reflection, "What do you see?" he asks.

Staring back at me is a nearly sixteen year-old girl with curly black hair, pale skin and red lips. But the most noticeable features are the purple eyes. And I'm not talking blue eyes that look purple in certain lights I mean eyes the exact color of amethysts. "I see a girl with witch eyes. I hate my eyes! Everyone hates me because of these stupid eyes!" I exclaim.

"Really? Because I see your mother." Dad says calmly

I freeze, mom was an unmentionable topic in this house, the fact that dad brought her up is out of the ordinary. "Mom didn't have to deal with these eyes. Did she?" I say at last.

Dad nods, "Your Mother had the most frightening eyes I had ever seen- but they were also the most beautiful. I see a lot of her in you, more than I see of myself even though I raised you."

Seizing this rare opportunity to learn more about my mom I say, "Who was she? What was her name?"

Dad opens his mouth to respond when his cell buzzes. He glances at the screen; "Oh I forgot I had a tutoring session tonight! I have to go. I guess I'm not making dinner. There's frozen ravioli in the freezer for you. I love you. Bye." Dad quickly puts the cut vegetables in the fridge, grabs his coat, briefcase, and laptop and heads out the door. Halfway out the door he stops and says, "You're almost sixteen its about time you learned the truth about your mother. Have Mogley tell you, we'll talk when I get back." I shake my head at my scatterbrained father. He was a history professor at the university- specializing in the mythology of ancient cultures- and often tutored his students who needed the extra help but he always got so caught up in other things that he often forgot. That was why he set up his phone calendar to buzz him whenever he had an appointment. He was also the reason I knew I wasn't crazy for talking to Mogley- Mogley spoke to him too.

I go into the kitchen to boil water for the ravioli. Mogley follows me. Mogley stares at me for a minute with those golden eyes, looking like he couldn't believe how fast I'd grown up. At last Mogley spoke, Your father is right. Soon you will be sixteen. It's time you knew the truth.

Just then there was a knock on the door. I practically growl in frustration, "I'll be right back." I say before going to open the door.

I open the door to find a boy around my age with messy black hair and brown eyes. The boy smiles and when his eyes meet mine I see surprise registered in them for a split second then it was gone as if he saw strange things every day. "Hello." The boy says, "You must be Kait Sparks, I'm Nico di Angelo."