YAY! I LOVE THIS KIND OF STORY! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID!

Oh, and by the way, none of it belongs to me. Except for the students. But the demigods and the gods and Paul Blofis and the stuff in bold? That's all Ricky's.

NO LET'S GET THIS WHOLE SHEBANG STARTED!

Chapter 1: Hello Mortals, Meet the Greek Gods!

Percy's POV

It was just another English class for me. Just another day where I had to stare at my stepfather and try not to fall asleep as Paul- sorry, Mr. Blofis- droned on and on about the book we were studying. What was it called again?

My best friend at school, Mack Winters, gave me her this-can't-be-over-soon-enough look. I stifled my laughter. Mack was short for Mackenzie, but no one called her that unless they wanted to get punched in the gut. She was vaguely tomboyish and hated any kind of attention from boys when they thought about her as a girl. She said most boys were pervs who didn't deserve her attentions. She reminded me a little bit of Thalia, my cousin (on the godly side of the family), except for the fact that she had had several crushes in her lifetime. She was like the sister I never had. She totally got me. And she totally got the fact that I was dying from overexposure to English literature.

The only things she didn't get were that I had a girlfriend (she didn't believe me even when I showed her photos of Annabeth and I) and that I was half Greek god (self-explanatory, isn't it? Why would I tell her something she would never believe?).

Ugh. I hate going off on tangents. Part of being ADHD.

Anyway, so yeah. Dying from too much English literature. That's a thing, right?

My friend Steven Osborn sent me a sympathetic glance before returning to his notes. He actually liked English class. How that was possible, I didn't know, but I strongly suspected that it had to do with the fact that he wasn't dyslexic like me or ADHD like both Mack and myself. He was best in the class when it came to this stuff. However, he was modest and funny and fun to hang out with, so I forgave him for being so ridiculously smart.

Adrien Marr, my best bud on the basketball team, wasn't even bothering to look like he was paying attention. He was doodling on a random corner of his notebook, occasionally glancing up and heaving great sighs at the slowness of time. However, he was probably listening, even though it looked like he wasn't. He was actually pretty good in English. Go figure.

Kaitlyn Taiber, the only other girl in our group besides Mack, was taking notes in her careful, neat handwriting. She and Steven were the smarts of our group. They cared about their grades far more than the rest of us did. Kaitlyn wasn't even glancing at the us. She was the shy one, the one who was afraid to get in trouble. Cute in an innocent and naïve way, she always kept the rest of us in line. Her shyness and utter adorableness didn't make her any less scary when she lectured us. That gave us nightmares. Not as many nightmares as my death glares gave to my enemies, but still plenty. (Before you ask, the answer is no. I don't have a crush on Kaitlyn. Annabeth is my girlfriend. We'd go through hell to stay together. We have gone through hell to stay together. Annabeth and I are each other's one and only.)

The last member of our group (besides me) was Chuck Deeves. Most people called him Deeves. Only Kaitlyn ever called him Chuck. He liked it, or seemed to. He never really showed his feelings. He was athletic. He was smart in an understated, quiet way. He spoke little, even though he was a pretty big person. Still, he was a good dude, a guy who was almost as loyal as I was. And trust me, that's saying something.

Ugh! Sorry. Tangents.

So yeah, we were just sitting there when the door opened and in walked my best friend, Grover Underwood (what the hell?), along with… no way…

"DAD?!" I shouted, jumping out of my seat. Almost immediately, everyone turned to me. My face burned. What was I doing?

Oh, that's right. I was making a fool of myself. As usual.

But what was Poseidon doing at a mortal school? It made no sense. He was a Greek god. The kids around him were totally and completely mortal (I think). But there he was in his flower-print shirt and his blue shorts. His hair looked windswept, and when he grinned, I saw those smile lines crinkle. "Hello, Percy," was all he said.

I turned to my friends. Mack was giving me a look, like, Isn't Mr. Blofis your dad?

I shook my head and mouthed, "Step-dad."

Mack nodded, finally comprehending the situation.

Then someone else walked in- well, I say walked, but it was more of a roll. Why? Because the person entering was in a wheelchair.

"Chiron!" I cried happily.

And then more people started entering, and my mouth dropped open.

Why was Zeus here? Poseidon was a stretch, but Zeus? And all of the other Olympians, too?

Then the Stolls came in, and I just about fainted. Campers were here, as well? And Jason and Reyna. Campers from both camps. What the hell…

I was sure my classmates were looking at me like I was crazy, but I was too ecstatic to care.

Then Annabeth came in, and I stopped breathing.

Half of Camp Half-Blood, a small fraction of Camp Jupiter, and all Twelve Olympian gods and goddesses were in my English classroom. This was not normal.

Annabeth came over to me. A lot of guys were staring at her, not bothering to disguise their longing. I was longing to take out Riptide and murder every one of them for looking at Annabeth like that. Sadly, they were all mortal, so that wouldn't work.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said. There were many confused glances.

"What are you doing here, Wise Girl?" I asked. Now they were all looking at me weirdly.

Annabeth smiled, like she knew something I didn't. I hate it when she does that. Then she kissed me, and I felt a bit better, but I also felt the burning stares of all the boys in my class.

Well, sorry dudes, but this is my Wise Girl, I thought with a smirk. Then I gave them all my I-will-kill-you-if-you-don't-look-away stare, and they backed down. It wasn't hard. If monsters are terrified by my death stares, mortals didn't stand a chance.

Annabeth seemed to be staring down all the girls for some odd reason, but before I could ask her about it, Chiron started speaking.

"Well," he said, getting the attention from the entire class, plus the Olympians, "hello all. My name, as you have probably gathered, is Chiron. We are here to announce something that we have decided must be made known to the mortal world." Muttering at the word "mortal." "If we don't make it known, I'm afraid Zeus over here might just explode." Gasps at "Zeus."

Chiron gave us all his trademark sad smile. "Some of you probably already see where this is going. Well, you are correct."

There was silence. There were some confused expressions, even a few excited expressions, but most of the mortal kids looked incredulous, as though the whole thing was a joke. All of the demigods, including me, were holding back laughter. Chiron and even Paul seemed amused. The gods looked disappointed at not getting a better reaction.

The silence stretched on. It was beginning to get uncomfortable.

Finally, Zeus shouted, "ENOUGH OF THIS!"

Everyone jumped.

Giving every student the evil eye, Zeus proclaimed, "The Olympian gods of Ancient Greece exist, and I am Zeus, King of the Olympians."

This was greeted with disbelief in the form of many more incredulous stares. Then someone stood up. I saw who it was and cursed under my breath. Why, Steven? Why do you always have to stand up and question EVERYTHING!?

"Excuse me," my soon-to-be obliterated friend said, "but aren't the Olympian gods just myths?"

Damn.

Zeus' eyes crackled with electricity. Thunder rumbled as clouds gathered outside the window.

Steven gulped. He seemed to have realized the magnitude of what he'd said.

"MYTHS?" Zeus roared in anger. "IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL A MYTH, MORTAL?"

Steven took a step back and frantically shook his head. "Forgive me, Lord Zeus!" he cried.

Zeus seemed to calm down slightly. The clouds outside the window dissipated. His eyes stopped crackling, though he still looked murderous. However, "I am not a myth" was all he said.

Another woman stepped forward. She was lovely, with long brown hair braided over her shoulder and a blindingly white smile. She wore a white top and a long, flowing peacock-colored skirt with brown leather sandals. Her eyes were warm and welcoming, yet stern and calculating. The perfect mother.

I hated her.

"Hera," I grumbled under my breath. Annabeth nodded, grey eyes narrowed to slits. Ever since she stole eight months of my life, we've been at odds with the Queen of the Gods.

Heh. That rhymed. But back to the story.

Hera smiled softly at the mortals. "Forgive my husband for his theatrics. I am Hera, Queen of Olympus, Goddess of marriage and family."

Hera stepped back and nodded at Demeter. Demeter stepped forward.

Demeter's hair, golden and curly, hung about her shoulders. Stalks of dried wheat were braided into the curls. She wore a green shirt, the color of grass, and brown pants the color of soil. She wore the same kind of sandals as Hera.

"Hello, I am Demeter, Goddess of the harvest, and I think all of you could use some cereal," she said before stepping back into line. All of the gods and demigods groaned while the mortals looked at one another in confusion.

Apollo and Artemis stepped forward together. Artemis wore a silver tank-top that shone like moonlight with a pair of black pants and sandals. Apollo wore a bright, sun-colored tank-top with beige cargo shorts and blindingly white sneakers. Both had their bows in hand and quivers on their backs. However, whereas Apollo's smiles were making all of the mortal girls melt into their seats (except for Mack and Kaitlyn- well done, my friends!), Artemis's scowls and glares were scaring the boys to death.

Apollo introduced himself first. "Hello hello, ladies and runts." He grinned. All of the boys glared at him. "I am Apollo, God of music, light, poetry. Oh, and also the Sun when Helios goes on vacation." He grinned at the mortal girls, who swooned.

Artemis glared at Apollo, then said, "I am Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, newborn creatures, and maidens." She sent one last glare in the direction of the boys, then stepped back with her brother.

Hades came forward, sending an aura of fear through all of those assembled. He wore a black suit with a gray tie and strange bluish-gray colored shirt. His shoes were black and shone like ebony. The faces of the damned swirled about in his suit.

"I'm Hades, God of the Underworld and riches," Hades said before stepping back.

Aphrodite stepped forward and immediately all of the mortal boys started drooling. I didn't, because she looked just like Annabeth, who stood right next to me, and I don't drool over her all the time. Her figure was tucked into a revealing snowy white top and a mini-skirt. Grey sandals were on her feet, revealing perfectly painted toenails.

With a wink and a blinding smile, Aphrodite said, "Hey, cuties! I'm Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty!" Then she stepped back, much to the disappointment of the boys.

Athena stepped forward. Despite wearing nothing more intimidating than a grey T-shirt and jeans, she radiated power. She wore grey sneakers. Her long dark hair was done in a ponytail and her grey eyes scanned the room.

"Athena," she said shortly. "Goddess of wisdom, battle strategy, and useful crafts." Then she stepped back.

Hermes walked forward in his jogging clothes. He was talking on his phone.

"Hang on, let me put you on hold," he said. He clicked something, then looked up and smiled. "Sorry about that. I'm Hermes, God of travelers, thieves, merchants, etc., I should hope that you all know this. So yeah." He got back on his call and stepped back, but not before I spotted George and Martha, his snakes, curled on the antennae.

Dionysus stepped forward. He wore a leopard print shirt, shorts patterned with grape vines, and sandals. His curly hair stuck up everywhere and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hello, brats," he said, sighing. "I'm Dionysus, god of wine. Don't call me the wine dude, or I will drive you insane in the space of a second." He then stepped back, leaving many confused mortals and amused immortals and demigods.

Ares and Hephaestus walked forward together. Ares wore a blood red T-shirt with a leather jacket and pants. He wore a bulletproof vest, had two pistols and a rifle, and sported a long hunting knife. Hephaestus, with his lopsided appearance, wore a brown shirt and overalls covered with pockets.

Ares smiled cruelly. "Hey punks, I'm Ares, God of war." He plucked out his hunting knife and began picking the dirt out from under his fingernails.

Hephaestus sent his brother a distasteful glance, then muttered, "The name's Hephaestus, God of fire and metalworking." Then the two stepped back as one.

Finally, my father stepped forward. His grin lit up the room. In his shirt and shorts, he looked like just another fisherman.

"My name's Poseidon," he said. "God of the sea."

Chiron nodded. "I do believe that's everyone. Well, it is too bad Hestia isn't here. She's the Goddess of the hearth," he said to the mortals. "She said she couldn't make it. Now, however, we must meet our demigods." Chiron turned to the group of demigods. "Please tell the mortals your name and who your godly parent is." The campers nodded.

"We're Connor-" "-and Travis-" "Stoll, and we're sons of Hermes."

"Katie Gardner, daughter of Demeter."

"Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, Lieutenant of the Hunt, don't even bother flirting with me, boys, or I'll kick you where the sun don't shine."

"Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares."

"Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes."

"Malcolm, just Malcolm, son of Athena."

"Nico diAngelo, son of Hades."

"Castor, son of Dionysus."

"Jake Mason, son of Hephaestus."

"Lacy, daughter of Aphrodite."

"Mitchell, son of Aphrodite."

"Nyssa, daughter of Hephaestus."

"Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, HOT STU- ow, Beauty Queen, that hurt!"

Snort. "Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite."

"Jason Grace, brother of Thalia, son of Jupiter, Zeus' Roman form."

"Reyna Avila Ramírez Arellano, yes, my initials are RARA but if you comment on it I'll have to kill you, daughter of Bellona, minor Roman goddess of war."

"Frank Zhang, son of Mars, Ares' Roman form."

"Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto, Hades' Roman form."

Annabeth stepped forward. "Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena."

Then she turned to me. All of the demigods and gods turned to me, which made all of the mortals turn to me in confusion.

"What does Percy have to do with this?" I heard one kid mutter to his friend.

Chiron nodded. "Percy, please tell them your full title."

I groaned inwardly. I hated my full title, but it was a direct request from my mentor.

Stepping forward, I said, "You all met me at the beginning of the year. To you, I am Percy Jackson, the son of the English teacher. However, Paul- sorry, Mr. Blofis- is my stepfather. This is my biological family." I took a deep breath before continuing. "To them, I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, Hero and Savior of Olympus, Retriever of the Athena Parthenos, and-" I winced. I hated this part of my title. "Survivor of Tartarus."

There was quiet in the room. Mack, Steven, Adrien, Kaitlyn, and Chuck were all staring at me like they'd never seen me before. Everyone else looked just as awestruck.

"So… yeah," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

Mack looked stunned. Then, slowly, a grin spread over her face. "Well, what about that, our best friend Percy is a hero!" She was laughing now. "A hero! Pfh! Ha, this is too much!"

I scowled at her. "Mackenzie…"

She immediately stopped laughing and shot me a glare. "Don't call me that."

I snickered. "Then quit laughing."

Mack glared at me.

Chiron cleared his throat. "All right then, we are going to be reading a book series on what has been happening the past few years. I believe I sent it to you, Paul."

Paul nodded. "I have it here," he said, pulling out a package of books. I couldn't see the titles, but Paul did. He froze, then began laughing.

All of the students looked at him in disbelief. He never laughed like this in front of them.

Steven cleared his throat. "Um… Mr. Blofis? What's so funny?"

Paul wiped his eyes. "Oh, nothing. Just the titles." He grinned mischievously. "Percy, listen." He held up the first book, cleared his throat, and read, "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief."

Crap. I could feel the color draining from my face. I could hear the class muttering once more. The Stolls, Clarisse, Thalia, and Leo were all smirking at me.

"No," I heard myself say. "Absolutely not."

Chiron smiled. "Paul, would you like to begin?"

I frowned. "You're joking, right?"

Chiron shook his head, then said to the class, "We will be reading Percy's thoughts from when he was twelve to when he was sixteen." Excited murmuring. "If all goes well, we will continue on to a seventeen-year-old Percy's thoughts, mixed with the thoughts of Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, and Hazel." Leo stopped smirking and his eyes widened as more excited murmuring filled the room.

"No," Leo, said, eyes on Chiron. "Please, please no-"

"We'll see, Leo," Chiron said, effectively cutting off the demigod.

"Now," he continued, "Paul, please proceed."

Paul nodded, opened the plastic wrap surrounding the books, and turned to the first chapter of the first book. He grinned and glanced at me, then returned his gaze to the book.

"I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher"