You know what's funny? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You wanna know why? Because, its 8:47 a.m, I've missed the school bus, I didn't eat breakfast because our fridge is now the territory for 'food' years past its expiration date, and, oh yeah, I'm walking to school where I can spend the next 8 hours being yelled at by stupid teachers. Yay.

I trudge down the sidewalk hauling some worn out backpack, wearing one of the 2 pairs of jeans I own. They smell like feet. And cigarettes. The sun is out and normal people would comment "Oh what a beautiful day it is today. I feel like today is going to be a great day!", but not me. I growl inwardly to myself, knowing I'm gonna have to put up with cheesy bullshit from everyone today.

By the time I make it to school its already 9:06 a.m, meaning, officially, I'm 36 minutes late. First period ends at 9:10 a.m so I wait around awkwardly in the hallway for the longest 4 minutes of my life. Gods, if the rest of the day goes this slowly I don't think I'm gonna make it through the day.

The bell rings and suddenly the empty hall are swarmed with hormonal teenagers. I make my way through the crowd as slowly as I can, just to piss the people behind me off. I love pissing people off, but just when I'm thinking this day could actually be ok, my face collides with the floor. I know it was Luke, stupid asswipe tripped me. I hear sniggering to my left, but I can't bring myself to give a shit. I grab my backpack off the floor and carry on walking. I'm so close to class, I can see it, I'm almost there, but then I hear

"Hey, Jackass, who pissed in your cheerios this morning? You should watch where you're going instead of staring at me, faggot."

Normally, I would have ignored the half-assed attempt to hurt me, but today I was not in the mood for any of this crap. I turn around and say

"I wasn't staring at you, believe me. There are at least 100 other things I'd look at before you, including Donald Trump's large, naked ass."

Before he can come up with some shitty retort, I walk into my class and sit in my usual spot: right corner, back row. Once I sit down and unpack my books, I start to think about the empty seat to my left. It's been empty for the last 6 months. The butt that used to sit there belonged to Grover Underwood. It used to be me, Grover and Pipes, now it's just me and Pipes. G-man was the best, one of the few people I tolerated. But now he's dead. Drowned in a sailing accident. And there it is. That cursed word. Water. I hate the stuff. Scares the shit outta me. And it pisses me off he had to go like that, I mean, of all the people in this school, hell, of all of the people in the world, why the hell did it have to be him?

Now I know you're probably thinking "Oh, poor thing. I bet he used to be so happy and sociable before." No, put that thought back into the pits of hell. I never have, nor will I ever be a "happy and sociable person". I'm a sassy bastard and that's the way I like it. Don't you ever put happy and my name in the same sentence, unless it's "Pissing people off sure makes Percy happy.". Ah, shit. I hadn't told you my name. Ok.

Boring facts you need to know about the almighty God that in Percy Jackson:

1. 1. My name is Percy Jackson

2. 2. I'm 17

3. 3. I live with my stepdad, Gabe Ugliano

4. 4. I don't like humans

5. 5. I hate water

Ok, so now that's over I'm gonna go ahead with the story. I'm skipping the story ahead to the end of the school day because no one wants to read about boring classes where nothing happened. I'm walking home talking to Pipes on the phone, who I had spent about 1/3 of the day with. You see, Piper wasn't always popular. When G-man died the school went into a state of pity and sympathy. Now me being the sassy bastard that I am told them to shove a toothbrush up their asses, which quickly stopped people from coming up to me. But Pipes, she was a wreck, crying all the time, so, naturally, people felt bad for her. More people were trying to hang out with her everyday, meaning less Percy-time. But don't get me wrong, she still makes an effort to talk to me, though no one else can understand why, and I love her for it.

I end the call with Pipes and head into my apartment and soon my nose is assaulted by the stench of beer and cigarettes. As usual, Gabe is slumped on the coach, watching some crappy tv shop whilst sipping on a can of beer. He turns his head towards me when he hears me close the front door.

"Hey, kid, keep it down. I'm tryin to watch something, you little shit."

I disregard the comment and trudge to my room, slamming the door behind me. I know that means I'll probably get my ass whooped in a few hours time, but right now he's too drunk to do anything and I really couldn't give a shit. And then the craziest thing happens. The sky turns purple, and I'm not talking like a freaking romantic sunset in the Bahamas, no. I'm talking bam, the whole sky suddenly turning from Crayola blue to freaking magenta. And then these blisteringly white orbs come down from the sky. I climb out of my window and run down the fire escape to see what's going on. Down below everyone is yelling, cars have stopped to see what the hell is going on, everyone is just as confused as I am. We stay like that for a few minutes, but then the orbs catapult through the sky in different directions. Most people are running, fearing for their lives, whilst others are staying to record it in hopes of becoming famous. Me, I just stand there staring in amazement. It's so freaking cool, I mean seriously. Though I change my mind when I'm hit in the chest with one of those orb thingy's and everything goes black.

Thank you guys so much for reading, I'll try to update as soon as possible. Please review and tell me what you think. Annabeth and Piper will be coming into the story next chapter. Anyways, love you all xxx