After reading a couple of Percy getting betrayed and leaving camp to join Chaos, I was infuriated by the lack of stories there were. So I decided to make my own story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't want to do this, but in one of my other stories someone told me I had to. So… hi. I don't own Percy Jackson, the characters, or your pet donkey.

Percy's POV:

Great. Just great. I thought that by making the gods claim their kids by 13 would be a good thing. Heck, I thought I would be able to romp and wrestle with my bro's and hang out with Nico and Thalia and everybody else. Especially Annabeth. Those eyes made me feel as if I was melting in a pool of brown chocolate. Ahem… back to the main topic. I regret that choice with all my life.

When my first brother, Clark, arrived brother arrived at Camp Half-Blood, he was a total jerk. He flirted with all the Aphrodite girls, he pulled up all the plants in the Demeter cabins, and did whatever he liked. Well, Jackson, I thought to myself, what exactly were you expecting? A bunch of wild-black haired, green eyed Percy clones? How could I have been so stupid, I thought. He slowly realized what was preventing him from getting all the attention. Me. And so what did his Cro-Magnon sized brain decided to do? You guessed it.

It wasn't so bad at the beginning. He framed me on stuff I never did, he pulled mild pranks on me, and insulted me in every way possible. At first, my friends and I laughed off what he did and pranked him bad. Boy, I wouldn't want to get on the Stoll brothers wrong side. At first, Clark thought he was totally getting to me, but when he realized I was just shrugging it off, he figured out what my weakness was. My friends.

He Started by going for Thalia. He framed me, saying that I took her shield, and lo-and-behold, there it was on my bed, magically transported there. The next that Clark convinced was Katie. Clark told him a whole boat load of crap, and claimed he was "somehow" just there to see me pull up her plants. Grover was easy. All he said was that I had insulted Juniper, and now they both hate my guts. Now it was just the Stoll brothers, Nico, and Annabeth. Now, I spent as much time with them as possible, hoping that Clark wouldn't be able to take my dearest friends away from me. Clark tried multiple times to convince Nico and Travis and Connor to ditch me, but they refused and didn't believe him any of the times he tried.

I would like to say and that's how it went. That they were my closest friends, that Clark got gored by a monster on his first quest. If only it was like that.

One day, I was getting Annabeth to spar with me when I saw Clark making out with a random girl, when I was about to find Nico when I heard him say the one sentence I will never forget:

"Annabeth, why don't you ditch that loser? Look at him. He's all talk, and all his friends hate him after knowing his true self. What about going out with me, huh?" Clark cooed Annabeth, slurring every couple of words, trying to sound macho and cool. Well, at least he tried…

"Annabeth… are… what…?" I couldn't even form complete sentences any more. All the anger and anguish I was holding back from hurting Clark boiled inside me. My eyes grew dangerously dark, and clouds drifted overhead started to rain. The sea churned restlessly, hoping to swallow another victim. The earth heaved a mighty tremor and cracks started to form. Annabeth was still staring in shock at my powers, and Clark looked frightened for once. A mix of hail, sleet, and rain bashed on their shocked faces, while I was white with anger. That was the last straw. I stormed back to my cabin (with all my siblings watching curiously) and packed my stuff, ready to leave camp. Heck, maybe I'd return sometimes. But for now, I would not return to camp. Ever.

How did you like it? It's the first time I tried a story like this. The introduction with Chaos is in the next chapter. REVIEW!