Hello, everyone. It's great to be here in the PJO world of fanfiction. Before we get started, let me tell you a little bit of the background of this story and how it came to be on your monitor:
This story is based off of rumors that have been told of yours truly. There are a lot of demigod rumors about me, most, not the best. I have been told of being a: Satyr, Titan in disguise, daughter of Kronos, huntress of Artemis (I don't really like guys, and have two bow-and-arrows) and the one this story is based off of, Daughter of Medusa. This first chapter has everything that's happened to me that is "proof" I'm daughter of Medusa. Enjoy.

I used to think it was a coincidence, I mean, some people aren't that lucky. But why must I always be around for the drama? I HATE drama, so why do I have to suffer the most of it?

But hey, it makes great stories.

My name is Sammy; I'm the wrong kind of Demigod.

It all started about one or two years ago. I was in English class, and we were talking about bee stings, and what level of "lethal" they are really on. I was looking at my teacher, absorbing every word (as I normally did in English) and this kid about six feet in front of me has his head in his hands. I hear the other kids snickering, "What's wrong with Josh? He looks… grey." I look to my right, wishing my best friend Jessica was here. My eyes now focus on Josh. The others were right; he does look paler than usual.

And that's when the penny dropped.

Josh drops his arms, hits his head on the table, and falls onto the ground. To this day, no one knew if he was unconscious or not, but I had theories. You see, when someone is standing or sitting in a chair (like Josh) if they are conscious, they fall backwards, if they are unconscious, they fall forwards, (like Josh).

Any who, back to the moment.

The rest of the class just sits there in awe at what has happened. This is nothing like the movies, or how some people fake it, this isn't painless, this is hard-core, painful, and scarring. I (unlike everyone else in the class) stand up. My teacher fell to her knees the instant Josh passed out. I stand up and say, "I'll go get the nurse." And sprint out of the class room. I effectively hit my head on the coat racks (no kidding, I did) but keep moving. Once I reach the nurse, who is treating a kid with the flu, words are nothing. "A… student… English room… please…" but the nurse coaxes it out of me, "Someone fainted in the English room!" I yell, bringing havoc to the lobby of my school. "Um… okay," the nurse says feverishly, "What's the room number?" My mind is blank, for a second, I even forget what a room number is, and then I remember, it's the number that marks each room, kind of like an address. I still don't know what the number itself is. Leave it to me to forget something I see every day as I walk into my favorite class. "I don't know, the English room?" I say, but there's no time, and the nurse realizes that so she just follows me with her first-aid kit as I run to the English room.

The rest is a blur of teachers, mumbles and a wheelchair.

The next day my English teacher talks to me after class, thanking me for my actions. But I just stand there, confused.

What just happened?

The next year I was in Homeroom, chatting with my teacher. And she brings up the subject of allergy tests. For those of you who are familiar with it, well, you know what it's about, for those of you who aren't; I'm going to spare you the conversation.

All you should know is that, in the end, we were in the same position.

O.O.O

Another time I was leaving church, and outside the window I saw this really old lady walking on the sidewalk, fall. Like, really hard, and you know how when the elderly fall, there's always the chance that they cannot get up.

Ever since all those accidents, the rumors would get worse. They've spread to drastic measures, but I can tell you that they all agreed on one thing. I, Sammy Carter, was daughter of Medusa, and I was to be avoided.

So, what do you think? I forgot to put this in my ridiculously long authors note that I DO NOT OWN PJO. Oh, and all the characters have different names than the real thing, so my name is not Sammy, and my best friend's name is not Jessica, and that guy's name is not Josh, you can find the name's out for yourself. And that from here on out, it will all be fiction. Please, but all questions in a review, and I will try to answer them.

But before you ask a question, I got one for you. Would you agree, would you think I would be daughter of Medusa? Please be honest, there are no harmed feelings.