I woke up this morning and heard a bunch of kids screaming and running down the hall for breakfast. I got changed into an old gray t-shirt with two yellow ducks on it with the words duck buddies writen around it. Then I grabbed my dark gray ripped jeans and neon purple converse. I completed the look with a anchor necklace and my white to black acid washed hoodie. I heard the lunch ladies calling us down for dinner, I left my small empty room and ran down the hallway. I could smell the pancakes, and no, it did NOT smell good. But it's all I will get until noon, so I don't really have a choice here. O, and in case you didn't know I live in an adoption facility, nothing special, just a bunch of kids that get thrown here because their parents ether died, or can't take care of them. I've lived here since I was about 1 year old, and never met ether of my parents. Are they dead? I don't know, and honestly I couldn't care less.

I walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a plate of 2 pancakes and covered them in syrup and blue berries. "Atalanta! Come sit over here," I heard. I looked that way and was one of my friends, well, okay, not my friend, but she didn't hate me. Her name was Antonia I walked over to her and sat down. She was piling pancakes into her mouth like no ones business. Her brother came and sat down with us, his name was Josh, he was 15 and Antonia was 12. Their parents died in a car crash when they were little, so they got thrown in this hell hole. "So you gonna ditch, or actually show up for class today?" she asked me. "O, I think I'll go, I'm sick of my social worker going nuts when she finds out I didn't go to school, again."

The bus pulled into the parking lot and we all got on the buses. I sat in the back of the bus with Antonia. Kids were throwing orange and banana peels from breakfast at everyone, some made it out the window and got stuck on cars. It was funny, until I got hit in the face. Needless to say I didn't take it too well. I got up to see who threw it and of coarse I couldn't find who threw it. I heard some snickering from this girl, her name was Tyrah, and no, she is not a friend of mine. I figured she threw it and was about to say something until Antonia stopped me. Tyrah is a snob that walks like she has one of here 4 inch high heels up her butt. She always cakes on enough makeup to make a clown jealous. She was wearing a shirt that cut really low, lets just say, she got a LOT of looks from the boys. She smirked at me and asked,"Did you enjoy that orange peel in your hair?" O, it took everything I had not to punch her. I would have, but I really didn't feel like being on dish duty for a week. I just sat down and put my music in, hoping to ignore her. I did a pretty good job until we pulled into the school parking lot.

I go to Yancy Academy, it's an old school for kids that, well can't do anything right. We always get in trouble, or steal things, or in my case, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Last year Tyrah put a tac in the teachers sandwich, and I got blamed. So I got sent here, then she broke a school computer and got moved here, just my luck right? Anyway the school sucks, it smells worse than the pancakes at the home, and that's saying something. It reeks like a sweaty ape ran threw the halls with Tyrah's perfume and dumped it everywhere. The only up side was that the food was a little better than the home's. But not by much. My first class was social studies, the only good class of the day. The teacher is awesome. He's fun and lets us listen to music in class, even though it's against school rules. His name is , but he goes by Mr.H, he thinks it's a mouthful to say. His room is covered in band posters and album covers. The ceiling has flags from around the world on it. You can't find a single piece of wall anywhere.

I took my seat in the back of the room, and Mr.H came in and talked about the Revolutionary War, I was listening, but it really didn't interest me. When the bell finally rang I grabbed my things and walked to my next class, language arts. Tyrah is in that class of coarse, and on top of that I have dyslexia, so it makes reading difficult. Right now we are studying Greek Mythology, apparently it has something to do with our literature or something. I just think it's cool. When ever the teacher asks questions I always knew the answers. We were doing a project on each of the gods. We each got our own god, goddess, or hero. I got Athena, I thought she was pretty cool. Most people thinks she's boring, but she's the only one of the Olympians with a brain. I, of coarse got an A+ on the project.

After a long day at school I decided to walk back to the home, I just didn't want to deal with the bus crap again. Everything was alright, until I saw a bird looking thing flying my way. It looked gross. Its skin was like a old leather jacket that got washed then laid out to dry in the sun. It had little patches of fur on it head, needless to say, it looked scary. I screeched at me and it dropped down next to me. My first thought RUN so I ran as fast as my legs could go. Which is pretty fast, at one point my feet went faster than I wanted and my body leaned back and I almost fell. It caught up to me and, of coarse being the idiot that I am, got myself cornered. I would have been dead, but then I heard,"Alecto!" The bird thing looked back. Apparently it was just as shocked as I was. "Return to the Underworld, NOW!" a goth looking boy said. The thing screeched again in my ear and vanished. I just looked at the boy.

"Who are you, and why was that chasing you?" he asked.

"I think I can ask you the same thing."

"I am Nico, son of Hades. Who are you?"

"I'm Atalanta, and I have no idea why it was chasing me."

"Well apparently you're a Demi-God, so come with me."

"Um...ya no thanks. Looking at the knife in your hand, I'm not to interested in going anywhere with you. Thanks but no thanks."

"Nico! You down here?" someone asked.

"Ya," Nico replied.

I saw a boy running to us, he looked about 18ish, had sea-green eyes, and black hair. Now that I think of it, we looked kinda alike.

"Hi, I'm Percy. Who are you?"

"I'm Atalanta, and what the hell is going on?"

Then to add to all the crap a blonde girl came running to us. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" she asked. I tried to look her in the eye, but her stormy grey eyes were terrifying.

"Annabeth, this is Atalanta," Percy said. I just nodded my head and looked at Nico with a WTF look on my face. Percy just laughed.

"Are you a Demi-God?" Annabeth asked.

"No idea, I um, aren't the Gods just myths?"

"No, they are real and some times the come down to Earth and mee-" Percy said, but I cut him off.

"Ya, ya, ya I know. They come to Earth and hook up with mortals and have kids, but how can they be real?" Just then to prove it Percy waved his hand and a water ball appeared, he then dropped it on the sidewalk, making a new puddle.

"Son of Poseidon," he finally said. I just nodded my head.

"She's a Demi-God alright. Alecto was chasing her. Why? I don't know," Nico finally said.

"Atalanta, which parent do you live with? Your mom, or dad?" Annabeth asked.

"Nether, I live in a foster home."

"Great, well this just made finding out who your Godly Parent is a lot harder," Percy said,"Come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Camp Half-Blood, the only safe place for Demi-Gods," Annabeth answered. And on that we walked to the street and saw a Centaur galloping to us.