Hiyas people. This story is sort of inspired by the concept introduced in the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It takes place two months I though about making a crossover but I decided against it because it's not a death contest and the characters are all PJO. Ithrew this together in twenty minutes and it may not be so good. So enjoy and PLEASE R&R. Burns accepted and usually ignored.

-AARP (not the health care service)

It started out as a normal day.

I was hanging out with my friends Nico and Grover, and my brothers Tyson, basically messing around and doing guy stuff. We were hiding out in this hideout located SMACK in the middle of the stable, armory, and strawberry fields. When you saved the word a few moths ago, it's sort of hard not to catch everyone's attention. I also have a new sister, Penelope. I guess he's okay, though she gets in moods pretty easily, and is really really really really really really really bossy.

"Dude, you know who trashed the Ares cabin?" Nico asked
"Bleaaaah! Did you see all those spray cans on the floor. Littering! It disgusts me. If I can't keep Camp-Half Blood pollution-free, how can I expect the other nature spirits to follow my lead?" Grover replied anxiously, taking a bite out of his empty water bottle. He gets upset whenever someone messes with the environment.
"I bet it was the Stolls. They aren't very careful. Besides, Jarvis was the one that ratted Connor out for stealing his axe," I guessed.
"You mean same looking elf boys?" Tyson inquired
"Yeah," I said.
"Probably," Nico agreed.

A few hours later, I was plopping grapes in my mouth as I simultaneously wolfed down my crispy Texas Toast. A weird, yet delicious combo. I have no idea, but for the last few weeks, I felt hungry no matter how much I ate. When I asked Annabeth, she said it was puberty, and since then it has gotten pretty awkward between us. I resolved never to ask Annabeth questions about my, ahem, body ever again.

After dinner, our Camp Director, Mr. D (Dionysus, the Wine God) got up and began his daily announcements.

"Hello, brats! How are you doing? Frankly, I don't care. It seems like we have five, er, four new campers today. Is that record? Well, anyway they are: Jacqueline Baron, Lionel Keller, Cole Aldrige, and Cameron Schroeder. Please stand up. Introduce yourself, blah, blah, get it over with. Let's just skip that. Now, sit down. Chiron? What? I got them all correct. That's a first. I'll go have a toast to that," he said, sounding surprisingly pleased, or possibly faking it? He was a god, you'll never know.

All of a sudden, Hermes swooped down from the sky, clad in his usual joggers outfit and Reeboks. He took stage on the amphitheater and commanded out attention with his godly glare.

"I have an important message to deliver," he said with a sense of finality.

You've been cliffhangered! This was a short chapter. Anyways, please R&R.