Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or the Avengers. Nor do I own anything you recognise from any sort of actual literature. I'm a thirteen-year-old kid who's obsessed with writing, not a famous billionaire.
My name is Jasmine Remington. I'm a fifteen-year-old from Manhattan. I attend Midtown High School there with my best friend Peter.
But I'm not your normal teenager.
I'm what is commonly known as a demigod, or half-blood. In case the name didn't clue you in, a demigod is the offspring of a god and a mortal. In my case, Poseidon and Kala Remington.
My mother never remarried and lives in a small apartment about an hour away from my school on the bus. In other words, my life kinda sucks. I don't live with my mother usually, only during the school year, as the school wouldn't come to my usual residence, but I still visit daily.
Camp Half-Blood is a camp for people like me.
It was where I was headed on the afternoon of the 11th of June, 2016.
I sighed as I ran to catch up with the bus as always. And, as always, the driver, who I now fondly knew as Ernie, pulled up on the side of the road to allow me to get on.
"Every day, kid; every single day you're late for the bus." Ernie chuckled as I gave him my bus fare. "Oh, did Flash steal your money again?" He asked, frowning slightly at the money in his hand. I nodded.
"He always does, Ern. Been happening for years, it's not going to stop now." I said as I went to sit down. Ernie sighed and started driving.
I looked out the window tensely as the bus drove on.
This would be a great day.