AN: If you see anything talking about Chief Author Riordan then read the Demigod Files carefully. It didn't say author but I forgot what it said. I might have accidentally said Editor a few times... Anyway Enjoy! By the way, ignore the Heroes of Olympus storyline even though there maybe some Heroes of Olympus characters.

Disclaimer: Do I look like Rick Riordan? If you said yes: you crazy.

The Friends Reunion

(I'm Not Talking About the Show)

If you thought my problems were over, you are absolutely wrong. The Titan war may be over , but, I have been bored out of my mind with school. I never thought denying immortality on Olympus would be fine if I a good life seemed to be coming my way. Which it did, until I saw this jail house. Now instead of being surrounded by the gods I am surrounded by special ed students. In Ms. Megan Lucas class everyone is a special ed kid. Including me with ADHD and dyslexia.

It's Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon. Cruddy thing is, I was never supposed to be born. I got everything all cleared up now, but, everyone and everything is trying to blast me off the face of the Earth. Sometimes I everyone would focus on Thalia or Nico... Okay, off topic. Don't tell them I said that. Wait, I forgot your publishing this book aren't you. (Okay, I sneekebd in anb ann edbiting the tekst. Srny fur mu arrurs.) (Hey, I edited the text back but I decided it would be funny to leave Percy's comment in. -Apprentice Author of Camp Half-Blood P.S. There's a password lock now. Do not get back in here Percy!) Okay, I just learned there is a password lock on the computer you are using. I hate it when Chief Author Riordan is away. He always edits this kind of stuff out. Hey! Don't type that! Or that! Oh, whatever.

The days were getting shorter as Winter was nearing. Fall was rolling in and school had been going on for a month. I'm a Junior now at New Goode High and have a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do with my life. Nothing. I'm too dangerous. The clouds block the sun's dim warmth. The sky is gray. The classroom is freezing. My math class is so annoying. Ms. Megan, as she tells us to call her, is lecturing on the importance of algebra. She knows some of us can't read a book, so she just lectures us. That day I was especially tuned out. It was only a month since camp ended for me so, I couldn't stop thinking about all that excitement. Suddenly, I heard groaning.

"Percy?" Ms. Megan asked.

"What was the question?" I asked.

"It's not a question. I am assigning you to be a helper to a new student. She seems to have the same schedule as you." Ms. Megan waved someone in. "Don't be shy dear. We won't judge you." A girl in a orange hoodie stepped out of the hall and into the classroom. Her hood was up so, I couldn't see her face. "I would say take your hood off but, it is your first day and you might be a little shy. You guys should ask her her name. My voice is a little hoarse today. Take a seat by Olli dear." All the way on the other side of the room the new girl sat. "Olli, you are assigned to our other new student." It came out of nowhere. Grover with his crutches slid into the classroom and fell. Everyone burst out laughing. "Careful, Grover." Mrs. Megan whispered. "Why don't you tell everyone your name."

"Grover, Grover Underwood," I said aloud.

"Hey, Percy!" Grover exclaimed as looked in my direction. "Haven't seen you since the.. I mean camp."

"Okay, settle down," Ms. Megan interrupted. "Take your seat next to Percy. Maybe that's a bad idea."

So, class continued as usual with lectures and all. I thought she knew I was ADHD. It has AD in it for a reason. (ADHD stands for attention deficit hyperactive disorder for those readers who don't know. -Assistant Editor) I somehow went through the period without learning the new girl's name. I headed to the gymnasium for PE. I went to the locker room and changed into my gym clothes. I walk out of the locker room and I see a fleck of gold out of the corner of my eye. I thought then, did I just see blond hair? No one in my PE class has blond hair. I turn around and saw Annabeth running back to get something in the girls locker room. This makes school so much merrier for some reason.

"We haven't even started class yet Jackson and you're already sweating like crazy," One boy yells.

I have no idea why I'm sweating. I did kiss her but, I was just caught up in the moment. But how does that explain all those other times like what I said to Beckendorf before he died. I can't... It's just... Well, I still don't know how to explain it. I don't like her like her it's just she's really cool. Then I hear the most annoying but somewhat relieving nickname.

"So, what's up seaweed brain?"

"Hey..." I responded lamely. "Nothing much. I never thought that you'd be the new student. I thought you were going to a boarding school for girls. What happened?"

"My dad got moved, again, so we moved closer to this school and so he's letting me use his car to get to school on Tuesdays. I got my driver's license last Friday. So what have you been up to?"

"Nothing much...yeah, P.E.'s gonna start soon, so," I awkwardly ended.

"Kay, see ya later seaweed brain," Annabeth said as she ran off.

Lunch was a little less awkward but still very unusual. I was sitting with my friends Mo and Carson, eating mystery in a can. Carson and Mo really became quick friends with Grover. Carson and Mo are in horticulture club and love the weirdest music. Perfect for Grover who loves nature and reed pipes.

"Yo, are you going to eat that?" Grover said.

"The meat?" I asked.

"No, the can! I would never eat that slop. I'm a vegetarian."

"Sure."

"Dude, that's his fourth can." Carson responded. "I thought it was impossible to eat tin."

"Carson," Mo pointed out a girl waving to them. "I think she's telling us to come there. Come on Grover! Girls never talk to us."

"Nah, I got a girlfriend," Grover replied.

As soon as Mo and Carson went off into an imaginary dreamland where that girl might ask one of them out instead of making them do her homework, I went and talked to Grover about possibly private matters. "So," I began. "Why did you come to New Goode? I didn't tell you I went to school here."

"The gardening program," Grover said meekly.

""Dude, in Manhattan? Even I'm not that stupid. Just tell me!"

"There are three, I repeat three, half-bloods located here."

"I may suck at math but two of the three are me and Annabeth, so I'm pretty sure that leaves one. I repeat ένας (One)! So, I don't think you are getting a jackpot out of this."

Annabeth appears out of nowhere (again) and sits down next to me. Mo and Carson have sat down too. They have red hand marks on their face with some nail polish.

"Oh my gods... um, I mean god!" Annabeth yelled. "What the heck happened to you guys?"

"She actually came into contact with us this time!" Mo girlishly giggled.

"Um, let's leave them alone..." Annabeth said.

Annabeth, Grover, and I sat down at another table far away from Mo and Carson. We talked about how we got here and what has been happening at Camp Half-blood. It turns out that Annabeth's dad moved to Manhattan due to his job. Annabeth actually happened to live in my apartment complex. Grover was here because the other members of The Cloven Council of Elders needed someone to see if the Upper East Manhattan area was hopeless to save. Finding Half-bloods were just a side mission. Everyone agreed we needed to find the other Half-blood. Three half-bloods were dangerous. I mean extremely dangerous. Especially if one of them was a son of Poseidon. We already picked one girl in Ms. Megan's class who had been diagnosed with dyslexia to start searching.

"Hey, Dakota," I greeted.

"Hey, Percy," Dakota responded. Dakota was okay to hang out with and not exactly a girly girl. She was extremely funny and a real friend. She was brave (for a person who didn't know she was... err, I'm not supposed to tell you that). Besides my friends at Camp Half-Blood she is my best friend. "Did Mo and Carson finally learn their lesson or are they still going to be drooling over Stacy's stupid cashmere sweater until she slaps them again?"

"That just made them chase her more."

"Wow, what losers," Dakota caught her mistake. "No offense. So what brings you to my lovely corner of this table?"

"Nothing," I lied. "I just wanted to introduce you to my friends Annabeth and Grover."

"Well, you certainly don't take a lot of time considering who your friends are."

"Nah, I knew them from a summer camp," I answered.

"Well, nice to meet you but I have some homework to do." Dakota hastily replied.

She hurried off in the direction of corner then I lost sight of her. I swore I heard her say "does it work?" Weird, right. Well, she could have been talking about her pen to you guys but the way I heard it was like she was talking about something unearthly.

The week had passed and it was three... two... one... okay, it's Spring Break! Annabeth offered to drive me home so why not? I hopped in her dad's truck and we sped off to our apartment complex. Just as we got to the complex and parked Mr. Chase's truck, out of the corner of my eye I see my furry little...errr...a lot older than me friend dragging a screaming girl behind him and being bitten.
"Let me go!" Dakota I now learned screamed. "Help! I'm being abducted!"
"Calm down Dakota," Grover panted. "I got her here."
"We didn't ask for her," I said. "It's not determined but she might."
"Help!"
"Dakota I'll explain later." Annabeth said in a calming way.
"Uhh, Grover are you handcuffed to her?" I asked.
"It was the only way to stop the..." He made really vague gestures like waving his hands around. "Let's just say that this kept me from having to go to a physical therapist. I did some... Don't you bite my ear! Anyway, I found out a thing or two about Dakota. Her father is undetermined. She has shown special talents in Physical Education and cross country. And she has claimed to have some nasty run ins with teachers."
"Nice, but that doesn't prove anything." I said.
"C'mon! I'm absolutely sure she's a demigod!" Grover exclaimed.
"What did you just call me? Well, you're a..." Dakota yelled.
Some pretty... ehh, creative words escaped her mouth. She's not exactly the cursing type, so I don't know what got into her.
"Let me go!" Dakota screamed.
"Grover, 'kay, if you'll shut her up. Let's go. I'll just ask if Paul will let use his car over Spring Break. He won't mind... Unless Blackjack lands on it again." I answered.

I hope you enjoyed. And, yes, I know there is a son of Bacchus named Dakota. I don't feel like thinking of a new name and retyping all the Dakota's, so you'll just have to put up with it.

Waffles and Whatever