Hello! It's Tardissoul again! (OHCRAPNO!) You know you guys love me. So this story was written by my very good friend whom I shall not name and just refer to as S. She's one of my very best friends and she hopes you guys like it. Read it. DO IT FOR S! (Please tell me someone got that reference: Let's do it for Johnny! Come on peoplez!) Anyways... love you all and Stay Gold!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable in this story. Only S's characters and the plot.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5... I thought as I tapped the seconds away with my pencil. Ding! DIng! Ding! Everyone screamed, "School's out!" Everybody but me and my half brother Tyson. Why you ask? Because everyone has friends to celebrate this moment with but Tyson and me. All our friends are at Camp Half-Blood. By friends I mean Percy's (my baby brother by like one minute) friends and my only actual friend, Charles Beckendorf. He has a girlfriend-Silena Beauregard. She is an all-time camper so we don't really talk that much.

Oh sorry! How rude of me! My name is Andy Jackson. I'm 18 and pretty much look like a female version of Percy besides the whole punk thing going on. I wear a lot of dark colors and have a dark blue streak in my hair that is almost unnoticeable (The Stoll brothers dared me). Mom would have a flip-niption if she found out that I dyed my hair. Enough about me, now back to the story!

I was carefully shoving my favorite books into my bag when Rachel Dare walked by and somehow managed to trip...again. I don't get it. Rachel, Charlie and I used to be best friends in kindergarten. It all changed when IT happened.

I waited near the flagpole at the entrance to school. Tyson said he had to go to the bathroom so I was all alone waiting for my friends to pick me up. When they arrived I quickly jumped in their green truck and told them where Tyson was. When Tyson came back, he was wiping tears from his puffy eyes and wiping his nose on his jacket sleeve. "Tyson, are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"Wow, dude you look totally messed up!" said my friend Castiel (yes like the angel.)

"Was it that Rachel chick again? Cuz I swear to God..." demanded my other friend Martel.

"I'm fine can we just get to camp already?" Tyson stated, not looking at us. We shrugged. Martel -who was sitting in the driver's seat-started the engine and we took off.

Here it is! Hope you guys like it! Review and I shall present to you an INTERNET COOKIE! Review! DO IT FOR JOHNNY!