A/N: Hey, thanks for reading my fanfiction. This fanfic is based on the point of view of an original character. Influenced by the PJO books, I've been writing this for a while, and I thought I'd upload it here, just to see the reviews and what people think of the story. Constructive criticism is always welcomed! That's what's gonna help me, actually. Here's chapter one for now, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO books, ideas, or any of the characters in it throughout the story, nor will I never, except for the original ones I've created.

Chapter 1: 104 year old stalkers.

I'm not normal.

I have no idea why I'm writing all this here for you to read, Percy told me I should because he did too. Something about warning demigods to come forth earlier when they realize something's up. So, blah blah blah, if you see yourself here, please contact your friendly neighborhood satyr to escort you to camp.

I'm a fifteen-year-old girl who lives in a small town in Austin, Texas. Things have been pretty strange in my life, like scary, strange. Every single day started as the same, get up, get ready, breakfast, and then school.

I go to a private school called Gritchet Dale. The school was the strictest one in town, uniforms and everything, which did not help at all. I'm a kid with problems, you might say. I was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia since forever. Every time I tried to read off a page, they start swirling into unrecognizable words, like alphabet soup. Though I still can't make up why people would decide to put letters into canned soup. I never concentrate in class, no matter how hard I try, I find my mind wandering to another subject. My grades don't even get me started.

Anyways, people here in Gritchet Dale are all rich and snobby. Girls carried the most expensive purses to school and the boys wore the best watches ever. As far as I know, I was the only one with learning problems, which automatically made me an outcast and unlikable. I swear, even the teachers hate me. The only friend who stuck with me is my best friend Tyler, maybe because he's considered an outcast like me. He had to walk on crutches because of some disease he has on his upper thighs, he never really told me the whole story, but I'm still grateful that he would still talk to me.

The whole thing started on a Friday. I wouldn't go into details and describe my whole day of happenings, because, well, nothing much was happening that day. No one really bothered to call me bad names or trip me over at the hallway, which I found extremely weird, yet grateful. I thought I'd finally have a break that day, some peace and quiet, just go to school, fail, and go back home. Rinse and repeat.

Boy was I wrong.

"That new janitor's really something, isn't he?" I said with a snicker, while walking down to the cafeteria with Tyler. "I mean, look at his face. He's just so…Old. Poor guy."

"Wha? Who?"

I pointed slightly to the new janitor on the job. He seems to be doing the same thing over and over for the rest of the day, mopping everything he sees, then mopping it an extra time to make sure it's clean enough for him to mop again.

Tyler stopped in his tracks, staring at the old man. "Tyler, you okay?" but he just froze there, squinting at the mop, like he just saw Paris Hilton walk down somewhere other than Beverly Hills and Lady Gaga wearing sweatpants. "Ty, hellooooo?" I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Oh, what? Sorry. I was…thinking."

"You were staring at that janitor."

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were." I looked back to the old janitor, and the weirdest thing was, he was staring back at Tyler. Wait, no, not Tyler…He's staring at…

"Please tell me he's not staring at you."

"I think he is, Ty. Huh. Creepy." But after a few seconds of intense staring, I realize it was more than creepy. For a second there, I thought he was smiling at me, he bared his teeth that looked like fangs and made a horrible sound, something that sounded like a trumpet.

"We have to go now." Tyler grabbed my arm and continued pulling me to the cafeteria. "What? Why?"

"Cause I'm hungry now catch up!"

I didn't know why Tyler was so eager to get food, but I didn't argue. We sat on the same table. I devoured my macaroni and cheese while he kept looking around for something, or someone. He still had that shocked and scared expression on his face, as if someone's gonna jump out and pull his pants down. "Ty, are you sure you're alright? Is there something in your mac and cheese or…?"

"No, no. I'm fine."

"You don't look very well, though. Well, I'm gonna go get my books at my locker. You wait here, I'll be back in a gif." I left before he could say anything, but his expression was complete and utter fear. I walked out the cafeteria and through the hallway, my school shoes clicking against the floor, every step echoed. I've never seen the hallway so quiet before, usually people were walking up and down it, gossiping and talking about where their families are taking them once summer comes. But this time, nothing.

Trumpets.

I heard sound of trumpets coming from behind me. First I thought it was our school matching band, reading to blast a wave of horribly played, so called music, behind me. But when I turned around, all I saw was the not-so-friendly ol' janitor, holding his mop and mopping in the middle of the hallway. He was giving me that stare again, a stare that almost said, "Die, you kids messing up my school! I'm going to mop up your face."

"Um, hey?" I said with a small wave, "Uh…Sorry bout the kids throwing trash on the ground, I guess. Must be hard being a janitor, huh?"

"He will rise." He said, no, more like growled at me. I stared at him, making sure he was talking to me. "Excuse me?"

"HE WILL RISE!" He roared. His body started morphing itself into something else, something much scarier than a seventy-year-old grumpy janitor with no life. His body grew shorter and larger, a tail sprouted from his butt, his hair grew longer and his face started growing a beard. He bared his fangs at me and made the signature trumpet sound he made before. It took me a second to register the fact that he was then half lion, half man, and had a messed up beard.

"Cool…Costume…"

"DIE." He pouched at me, his sharp fangs bearing and his claws out. I did the natural thing any girl facing a surreal monster would do, I screamed and made a run for it. But he was fast, waaaaay fast. He started chasing me down the hallway and my extremely heavy and unnecessary school shoes.

"DUDE, I KNOW YOU'RE A PRESSURED CITIZEN AND ALL BUT SERIOUSLY!" I tripped and crawled back up again, the…whatever that was called, still chasing me. Before I could do anything, he leaped at me and pinned me to the ground. I screamed and he roared, sending spit all over my face. I tried kicking at his stomach, but it was too strong.

"Guy, you need to brush and shave. Seriously."

"ROOOAAARRRRR."

I guess that meant "Shut up and let me kill you in peace!" in lion. "Okay, I'm gonna die. I guess I lived a pretty good life…No I haven't!"

The monster raised it paw, claws glittering under the light. I thought that was it, how I was gonna die, in the most boring school in the state, being killed by this maybe imaginary lion thing, I doubt anyone would even believe me.

I can imagine the conversation between my grandparents and their Bingo buddies right now.

"I'm sorry for your loss. How did she die?"

"Well, sniff, she was at school and attacked by this man-lion-hybrid. Sad way to go…"

"YO MANTICORE!" I heard someone yell behind us, before a chunk of beef lasagna hit the, apparently called Manticore's head. "TIME FOR LUNCH." More food started flying our way, an apple hitting me on the way. The Manticore growled and released me, turning back to find his next prey. He made that trumpet sound again, which I think it meant "I DON'T DO BEEF. DIE!" before running to the end of the hallway.

I looked around, I knew that the monster was gonna come back for me sooner or later, then it'll start killing everyone in school, and everyone would probably blame me, even if I'm dead. As much as I hate them, I can't let anyone hurt innocent people.

But all I saw was a mop, snapped in two.

…Which was pretty pointy if you ask me.

I knew what I'm about to do might just kill me, probably painfully. I grabbed the mop and started running towards the Manicore, aiming for it's back. "IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT RUIN THE AMERICAN ECONOMY." I jumped on his back, surprising the animal before it started running around, whipping me back and forth. But I held on to his main for dear life.

I screamed before I got the nerve to stab the Manicore with the pointy mop, right in it's back. The monster roared angrily, before giving me the most evil glare, and exploded into a pile of sand.

Sand.

"…What just happened." I said to myself before running back to the cafeteria. "TYLERRR!" I screamed, bursting into the cafeteria, ignoring everyone that's staring at me. "THE JANITOR. MONSTER. LION. I NEARLY DIED." I explained the whole situation while panting, "DID YOU JUST SAVE MY LIFE BY THROWING FOOD AT THE DUDE?"

"I think you're a bit too stressed out…"

"I'm serious! The janitor just turned into this hybrid and tried ripping my head off!"

"Well, where is it now?"

"He turned into a pile of sand cause I stabbed him."

"Sand. Really."

"Yes!"

"Look." Tyler sighed, "I think we'd all notice if some evil janitor became a Manicore and started attacking everything he sees, dontcha think?"

"But I seriously just…" I paused, noticing the mistake Tyler just made, "How do you know it was a Manicore?"

He tensed up, knowing that he made a big mistake as well. "Well, uh…" He choked up, trying to think of an excuse. I knew it. "You were the person who chunked the lasagna! I knew it was you!"

"No!" he yelled, "I mean, you said it was a lion hybrid. Manicore are lion hybrids. So I just assumed…"

"Ugh, you still don't believe me!" I screamed at him, taking everyone's attention. "Why would I look like this if nothing happened?" I pointed to my dirty uniform and arms with claw marks. "Just…Forget it. I don't know. See you in Science." I said before storming out of the place. I know, it's mean, but that really happened, I nearly died, and Tyler knew something was wrong before the whole thing even happened; yet he's denying it now.

Things just get weirder and weirder everyday. That was just the beginning.