A/N: I don't own anything. Except my clothes. And my books. And my... You get the point!

The Son of Neptune

I

Percy

Percy woke up in the backseat of a school bus, confused. What was he doing there? What was happening? He couldn't remember anything, not even his name. "Percy! It's about time you woke up!"

said the girl beside him. She looked about sixteen, with deep blue eyes. She wore a Yankees cap over blonde hair. Why does that sound so familiar? he thought. "Who are you?" he asked the girl.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked. "We've known each other since, like, second grade." "Really?" "Duh. Who punched Doug Goodman in the face when he was about to beat you up? Me! Who kicked

Matt Jorgenson's butt right before he kicked yours? Me!" Man, she sounds violent! thought Percy. "Um, sorry, but I don't know you." he said. And please don't hurt me, he added mentally. She looked at

him for a few seconds, and then said, "Oh, I get it! You're trying to get me back for that whipped cream in your face!" Percy stared at her blankly. The blonde girl frowned. "You really don't remember

me, huh?" "No. I don't even know who I am." "Okay, here are the basics. I'm Amanda Ryerson. You're Percy Jackson. We go to Lackawanna High in Buffalo, and now we're on a field trip to Niagara Falls

with Mr Bush, who is quite possibly the meanest man alive." The bus stopped, and a man, who was obviously Mr Bush, stood up at the front of the bus. He was five foot three, and he had brown eyes.

"Listen up, everyone!" he called. The students quieted down. "We are now at the Golden Gate Bridge. I want you all to fill out your worksheets and answer all the questions. Remember, this will be

worth fifty percent of your grade. Now, get out!" All the students marched off the bus.

II

Percy

Percy and Amanda stood by the rail, trying to fill out their worksheets. "Hey, do you have a sharpener or something?" asked Amanda. "I don't think so." he replied, feeling in his pocket. He pulled out a

ballpoint pen. "Would this help?" Amanda took a quick look at it and said, "Nah. Mr Bush hates it when we use pens, remember?" "Gee, how could I forget?" he asked sarcastically. He put the pen back

in his pocket, and then glanced at Mr Bush. "Hang on a sec." He headed toward the teacher, slightly nervous. "Um, Mr Bush?" asked Percy. "Who are you?" Mr Bush asked, narrowing his eyes

suspiciously. "You don't know me? I'm not one of your students?" "Listen, kid, I don't know who you are, or where you're from, but I can tell you're a demigod, and now I gotta take you back to camp."

His voice was low, as if he were sharing a secret. Percy was relieved, then confused. What were demigods? What camp did he mean? He was sure he had heard the term 'demigods' before,

but he couldn't remember where. In Latin class, probably. The teacher studied him carefully, then said, "You're the special one, aren't you?" Percy gaped at him. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"You know, the package?" "Again, what are you talking about?" Mr Bush made an annoyed sound, like a goat bleating. Percy thought he knew what was going on. "You're a satyr, aren't you?"

Mr Bush bleated again. "I am a faun, thank you very much! I'm the best of my age!" Now, it was Percy's turn to be annoyed. "Stupid self-respecting old goat..." he muttered.