I am excited! Ecstatic, even. I hope you enjoy my very first fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO. All rights to Rick Riordan.

My life got way crazy when I decided to fly. It all started when I was 13…

"JAMIE! YOU SAID THAT YOU WOULD GO!" I love my mom, but she is very stubborn. She thinks that to get over my fear of heights, I should fly on a plane. But I changed my mind last second, and I didn't want to go. At all.

"SARAH JAMIE HEATH, IF YOU AREN'T DOWN HERE…"

"I'm coming, stop yelling." I was ready, but I wanted to be late.

"Sweetie, your father and I already paid for it, so unless you want your book privileges taken away, you'll get on that plane."

"But..."

"No buts,ifs, or ands about it."

"Fine"

We loaded up the car with my stuff, and we were off. I was so bored. I had pack my suitcase with mostly books, and I had hoped no one would notice. Most people my age don't get why I like books. I mean, I'm dyslexic, and I like books more than people who don't have it!

We were finally at the airport, when I started to get sick.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yeah sweetie?"

"I don't feel so well."

"I said this isn't up for debate."

"Okay." Usually, I would put up more of a fight, but I really didn't feel well, and my mind was mush. We got to the giant building, and all I could hear was the roar of airplane engines.

Did I mention that I hate planes? I don't know why, but they freak me out. It's almost like I know people were never meant to fly.

The whole process of just getting on the plane was a blur. Before I knew it, I was on my way to see my Aunt Zuzu in New York City. Most people would be excited about going to NYC, but not me. I went once, and I hated it. I live in Oklahoma, and it's just weird going from my farmhouse in the country to some concrete jungle.

On the plane, I only thought of home. My mom's family has owned this ranch for years. We grow wheat, but only to feed the horses. We breed them there. I have always loved horses, and it's almost like they speak to me. Even though most of the kids I know call me crazy, I would never leave. At least, not by choice.

We landed, and I was freaking out. My Aunt Zuzu was a really short lady. How in the world was I supposed to find her?!

I walked around for a bit, when I saw her. At least, I thought I did. But I was tired, and I wanted to rest, so I followed. "Aunt Zuzu" led me to a door, and I figured, Heck, I'll just peek out, and if it's not her, I'll leave. I was so wrong. I opened the door a crack, and heard a seriously creepy voice.

"Demigod. I didn't think you would be this gullible!" In front of me was a cheerleader. She was wearing a purple and black uniform, with matching pompoms. She looked normal enough, but she was looking at me in a look-a-yummy-snack kind of way. That and her calling me a demigod was really weird.

"Um, look. I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. Can you just tell me which way to-"

"No, I don't have the wrong person. You are Sarah Jamie Heath, and I want you."

"That's… um...whaaaa?"

"Oh, don't worry. You haven't made me mad, so I'll make it quick. You won't die painfully." By now, I was backing slowly towards the door, but before I could, she slashed her nails across my cheek.

"I guess I should kill you now."

"NO!" Suddenly, a giant fuzzy thing jumped into the cheerleader, who started to flicker. For a sec, it looked like she had to different legs, blood red eyes, and, were those fangs?

"Run!" I got a better look at the giant fuzzball, which was only half a giant fuzzball. It was a guy, about my age, and he… he… he had donkey legs?

"Go and get out of here if you want to leave!" He was still grappling with the freakleader, and I was snapped back to reality. I ran, and saw another freakleader, who said, "I guess the newbie failed. It is her first time, so don't be to harsh on her for failing in killing you. I suppose I'll have to do it now."

"What is going on?!"

"My name is Kelli, and if you don't want to die a horrible death, you won't run."

"Look. Just tell me what is going on. I just want to find my Aunt Zuzu."

"Oh, yes, sorry, but she didn't even know you were coming! You've been set up."

"Oh, you have crossed a line!" She lied to my aunt. I hate liars so much, so I just charged her. I don't even know what I was thinking, but I did it, and I managed to tackle her.

"Why you little... Now you're going to pay." She was walking slowly and deliberately, and I knew this was the end. Then, the donkey guy came in and tossed me a pair of long, bronze knives. I quickly slashed at the psychopath, and stabbed her in the chest. She gave me a look that said "Did you just do that?" And she went poof.

I sank to my knees, and the donkey guy came and helped me up.

"I know this is a lot to take in, but I am going to take you somewhere safe" I simply nodded and followed him, too dazed to argue.