chapter 1
Look, I did not want to be a Demi-god.
If you are reading this because you believe you are a Demi-god, close this book now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to live a normal life.
If you are reading this because you believe it is a story, you are lucky. But if you feel something inside, you steering find your local Satyr. You can tell if he is one because he A; walks with a limp, B; will eat anything, and C; has a laugh like a mile between a goat's bleat and a nervous laugh.
My name is Sapphire Jackson and my story begins like this: I was sitting on the bus with my friends Kris and Olive in our usual row. My twin brother and our best friend, Grover, were both also there. Grover has stringy brown hair and is probably the only 6th grader with a goatee. He also has some sort of leg disease so he has a permanent note in PE that says he can't run. But don't let that fool you. On Enchilada Day, he easily runs without a problem.
My friend Kris Pierce is 12, like my brother and I. She has golden blond hair and eyes that look like storms. I once heard a guy say she looks like a California girl, except for the eyes.
My other friend Olive Hunt is also 12. She has black hair and sea green eyes like my brother and I, also. Most people ask us if we are triplets, and Percy and I say that Olive isn't related to us.
Anyways, it was around 8:30 A.M. We were going to an Ancient Greek and Roman museum on a field trip. I know, boring right? I did have hopes though. Mainly because Mr. Bruner was here. ''Sit down Percy, you and your sister are already on probation, besides, I like peanut butter." I heard Grover tell my brother as I looked over to see Nancie Boffet pelting Grover's afro with peanut butter and ketchup sandwich bits and Percy with his fists balled. What I saw made me do the same, and as I got up to punch her, I felt Kris grab my hand and forcefully pull me down into the seat. "Do I need to tell you the same thing Grover just told Percy!?" she asked.
"No..." I storm out as we pull up to the museum.
