Hey guys! This story . . . I am going to try something different. You all know I LOVE ATTC, but I am also in love with PJO (Percy Jackson and the Olympians). I am really excited, and I wanted to know if I should make a WHOLE SERIES, or just one story? Put your answer in the comments! Okay, let's get started!

Hey, people! What's up? Okay, by the title of this nonfiction book, you can tell that this is going to be . . . strange. There are a few major things I want to tell you, but before that, let me introduce myself. My name is Sarah Nyx Loving, and I am currently fourteen years old. I'm not . . . normal, as you humans would say. Okay, I can't say that, because I'm half human-

Anyways! On to the news: have you ever heard of Greek Mythology? You have, awesome! Okay, and you know the Greek Gods, and Goddesses? Ha, good, because buddy, I'm here to tell yah, they're real. Don't freak! And, if you think I'm crazy, well, don't be surprised when Zeus gets angry one day and zaps you with his lightning bolt . . .

Now, remember when I said I was 'half human'? Okay, yeah, that is true, kinda. I am a child of- you know what, let me just tell the story, that'll explain. [Oh, shut up, Percy! Like you could do any better!] So, yeah, um, here is my story, and . . . enjoy? [Stop laughing, Percy! Before I give you another butt whooping like I did in Capture the Flag.]

It was a Winter's morning. I was at home, HUGE home, might I add, with my mother, father, and two younger sisters. I was in the recording studio, like always, since my father is a record label owner, and I can sing, so yeah . . . So, I was singing this song the label had written me, which really wasn't my style it was like a rap, Jay-Z song, when out of no where, my father turned off the music.

"What?" I asked him, because he was staring at me like I was some kind of monster . . . thingy. "You have visitors," He sneered, then smiled, and touched my shoulder. "I will be joining you, just let me put this equitment away." I nodded, and walked out of the studio, and down to the door, where someone was knocking constantly, as if there was an emergency.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door. Standing there were about five people, three boys, two girls. The boy in the middle had sea green eyes, blue-black hair, and was slightly tan. The girl standing besides him was blond, with grey eyes that matched mine, and tan skin as well, and I noticed her hand was entwined with the boys.

The next boy in line was blond, with piercing blue eyes, and had a scar across his lip, and I noticed HIS hand entwined with the girl besides him (obvious relationships, here). The girl he was holding hands with had carmel skin and light brown hair, and eyes that changed color, which were obviously breath-taking. And, finally, the last boy had surprisingly caught my eye. He had dark brown hair, kind of like Superman's, brown eyes, and a mischevious grin, as if he had done something like planted baby powder in my blow drier, for some odd reason . . .

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked, as my hands automatically went to my hips, as I automatically began to glare for some odd reason. "Hi, are you Sarah?" Asked the blond boy, who wasn't returning my glare. "Uh, what if I am?" I ask, starting to grin myself.

"This is kind of important," said the blond girl, who frowned. "Are you Sarah Loving?" I smiled the fakest smile I could, and replied, "Yes, yes I am. And, what would you like, blondie?" Her eyes widened, and I could see her free hand form into a fist. "Oh, you must be a fisty one," I say, delighted. "But, whatever this teen thing that is important, probably isn't important to me. I really don't care what you are about to do."

The carmel skinned girl smiled, "You will listen to us, understand?" I laughed, "Why do I have to listen to you? Uh, listen, whatever this is, I really don't care. I don't know any of you, and I think I'm better off alone for now. Bye." As I began to shut the door, the boy with black hair grabbed my arm. "Please, this is really important." He glared at the blond and sighed. "Some of us just have hot tempers."

I laughed again, and rolled my eyes. "Obviously." I sighed, and looked inside. "Fine, but if I find out you are all just some random teens, I am going to hurt you." I opened the door wide, and smiled. "Come in, please."

They walked inside, and I heard a few whispers, but the boy with the Superman hair, smiled and said out loud, "Nice house, Loving." I turned and frowned, "Thanks, my father owns a record label, and he's rich, well obviously." I called for my mother, and she came up immediatley with a smile.

She took one look at the teens behind me, and her smile automatically melted away. "It's already time. I thought I had a few years, she's only fourteen." I rolled my eyes, "Oh my God, what?" The boy with black hair, smiled, "Gods, actually. Nice to meet you, by the way. My name is Percy." He put out his hand to shake, and I hesitated, but I shook it.

The rest of the kids introduced themselves, and shook my hand. "Samuel!" My mother called, and immediatley, our butler/my best friend, came out out, with a smile plastered on his face, and once he saw the kids, his smile left quickly. "Yes, Patricia?" She smiled, and asked, "Could you get me a cup of coffee, and these kids a few cokes?" Samuel winked and went to grab them, but not before he gave me a quick hug and we did our secret handshake that we've had sense I was four.

I turned back to the group of teens, "Uh, who are you?" I asked again, and my mother sighed. "Sarah! That wasn't very nice!" I frowned, "Mother, please-" "You know, this attitude of yours is probably the reason why you never go out and have fun- "Mother!" I sighed, "You know I do not really like to talk to those kids . . ."

She sighed, "That has always been your excuse. Now, why don't you have your friends-" "THEY AREN'T MY FRIENDS!" "-Why don't you have them come sit in the planning room while you discuss your new arrangement?" I frowned, "What do you mean?" I looked at the kids, then back at my mom. "Are you kicking me out? Mom, I can't-" "NOW!" She had tears in her eyes, and many of them rolling down her cheeks.

I sighed, and walked the group to our plan room, which had three velvet couches, and two velvet recliners. "Sit where you please," I say in a strained voice, as I sigh, and sat down in a recliner. The girl, Piper, surprisingly touched my shoulder, and asked, "Are you okay?"

I sighed, and looked up, "I don't want to talk about it. Now, what is so important that I am getting kickied out of my own house?" Just as I said that, Samuel came into the room, and handed everyone a coke, and sat besides me. "Are you okay, Baby Girl?" He asked, and I smiled. That was my nickname he had gaven me when I was born.

"Kind of," I said. "But, I want to know why I'm getting kicked out of the house." Samuel smiled at me, "Baby Girl, you aren't getting kicked out, this was your home in the beggining. Why don't I take your mother her coffee while you talk to these demigods here, okay?" I frowned, "Demi-" "Goodluck, Baby Girl." We did our handshake, he kissed my forehead, and left the room.

Leo (AKA, Superman hair), smiled and said, "So, Baby Girl, are you ready to-" "If you ever call me that again, I will rip your throat out," I said, harshly. He just smiled, as if he was used to that reaction, and said, "Fine, Sunshine, jeez. Anyways, Percy, why don't you do the talking, since she doesn't like me."

Percy frowned, "So, do you Greek Mythology?" I rolled my eyes, which were now filled with tears. "Yes, I am studying it in history, right now." He smiled, "That made my job much easier. Now, the gods, they are real." Surprisingly, I just nodded, "Yeah, I can tell." The whole group's eyes widened, and Annabeth frowned. "You aren't going to freak out?"

I laughed, "Well, the fact that Sam just called you demigods, and the fact that you told me it was gods not god, would kind of get me thinking, don't you think? Now, how am I involved in this?" The blond smiled, "You're one of us, Sunshine." I laughed so hard, I though I would cry (again). "Me? Oh, that is hilarious! I have no godly bone in my body! I am just some lonely, normal teenage girl, so how am I-" "You are very important," Said the blond boy, Jason.

I sighed, "How am I? Like I said, I'm not, and even if I am, why would you need me, there are probably thousands of demigods . . ." Jason smiled, "Yes, but you are a very . . . special demigod." My eyebrows creased, "Wait, if I'm a demigod . . . is it my mother or father?" I ask, and they all sigh. "Your father," Percy says, with a smile. Just as he said that, my father walked into the room.

"Perceus, what have you told her?" He said with a frown, and I felt the tears forming, again. "You . . . you lied to me, for all my life." I said, with a few tears running down my cheeks. "You put me in that studio since I was ten for seven hours a day . . ." My father sighed, "No, what are you talking about?" I groaned, "YOU AREN'T MY FATHER!" I screamed, feeling the tears.

"Baby Girl-" "Don't Baby Girl me!" I said. "How can I ever trust you again?!" He began to laugh, "I protect you for years, and because I'm not your biological father, there is a problem?" "YES! You lied! YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER LIE TO ME!" All of a sudden, the sink in the planning room exploded, and I screamed. "Baby Girl . . ." he said, and I sighed. "Get out." I said harshly. "But . . ." "I SAID GO!" He left the room quickly, and I immediatley turned to the others.

"Let me pack my things, and then we leave to this new place," I say, and right before I walk out, both of the girls smile. "Let us help you pack," Annabeth says, and Piper nods. I frowned, "I . . . sure, the sooner I get out of this house, the better." I walked out of the room, with the girls right behind me.

We approached my room, which was naturally big, and filled with weapons and music sheets. I turned back to the girls, "Um, I'll pack my weapons, could you pack some clothes for me?" They both nodded, and walked towards my closet. The first thing I immediatley packed was my bow and arrows, and a few daggars, and was done.

I turned, and the girls had packed two bags full of clothes, and a few extra tennis shoes. "I'm ready to go now," I say, and they nod, but Annabeth smiled at me. "I have dad problems too, you know. If you need to, we can talk about it." I smiled, "Thanks, but not right now, first I wanna get out of this Hell hole." She nodded, and we all walked out of the room.

The boys were in the room, talking among themselves, when we all walked in. The last thing I heard one of them say, is 'we're out-numbered'. Jason smiled up at me, "You ready to go?" I nodded, and Percy and Jason tried to help me with my bags. "Uh, I can carry them myself, but thank you . . ." They both laughed. Leo smiled, "You wanna say goodbye to your family?"

I suddenly remembered my sisters, and sighed. "Laliana! Tia!" I yelled, and they ran down the stairs. Laliana was eight years old, and had dark brown hair like mine, with a bright smile. Tia was five, with the same hair and smile, but she had freakles. "Yes?" They both asked. I sighed, and bent down so I was right besides them. "Sissy has to leave."

They both wined, "Where?" They both asked, and I sighed. "I have to go to a . . . camp. And you can't come." They both let tears run down there cheeks. "Why?" They asked, and I felt a tear (again, REALLY?!) roll down my cheek. "It's for . . . special people." Laliana frowned, "Do you have cancer?" Tia began to cry harder, and jumped on my back, "If you have cancer, you should go to the hospitial, not a dumb camp!"

I sighed, "No, I do not have cancer, sweet peas. I . . . I got a new job. I gotta save the world." Laliana's eyes widened, "Oh! So, you're a superhero? AWESOME!" She gave me a highfive and I sighed. "Kinda. And the only way I can save the world, is I have to train for it, okay? That means, I have to go to a training camp."

They both nodded, and stopped crying. They both gave me hugs, and made me promise to be safe. "You two, please be careful, okay?" I asked, and then smiled, "And make sure Samuel doesn't go crazy." They both giggled, and hugged me for about five minutes. "Baby Girl, is it time for you to go?" I looked up, and saw Samuel, holding a beautiful necklace pennant the shape of a moon.

"Yes, it is," I say with a frown. "And I'm gonna miss you, Sammy. And I promise to visit." Before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around him, and whispered, "Keep the girls safe." He nodded, and put the beautiful necklace around my neck, and I realized it was the color of night. "This is for your protection. When you need me, click it." I nodded, and smiled. "Bye Sammy." We did our handshake, and then I left the house, with the others behind me.

What did you think? Should I continue? How should I? Next chapter, they go to Camp Halfblood, how will that work? Talk to me in either the comments or PM! S4eva out!