A/n: Yes, I know, another story. I hope you enjoy this. This story is based upon the idea that Poseidon had broken the oath again, and had a daughter, who is two years older than Percy. I used some quotes from The Lightning Thief, so I don't own that portion.

Disclaimer: I don't own the quotes I used, or the Percy Jackson series. Rick Riordan owns all that.

Chapter one: My Best Friend Goes Crazy

My mother taps lightly on my door, and calls my name. "Fergie! Time to go, sweetie!" Ah the joys of having been named for a singer who used to be part of a famous band, went solo, and released two albums, and declared herself a pimp. I, on the other hand, haven't had a boyfriend in my life, or a girlfr; I'm bisexual, but whatever.

Mom didn't care, so here I am, Fergie Moscowitz, and no, not like the author, Hannah Moscitz. People always ask if we're related. We're not.

My stepsister Campbell looks up from the bowl of oatmeal she's scarfing down. Campbell will eat anything you put in front of her, as long as it won' kill her. She's that type of person that can make me smile, even when I'm having the worst day imaginable. I smile slightly at her, and her

undivided attention goes back to the oatmeal in front of her. My eight-year-old halfsister, Sarah, is running around the kitchen, chasing my five-year-old halfsister, Kelsey. It brings a small smile to my face as I eat my own bowl of oatmeal, and grab my bag.

"Come on, Campbell. We'll miss the bus." She follows me out the door, and down to the bus stop that will take us to Sloaneberg High. I shift my weight from foot to foot, waiting until my best friend comes to the post.

Ellie Jenkons runs up, and we fist-bump. Her little sister Livvie, jogs behind her in an attempt to catch up. Livvie has a muscular disorder in her legs, and can't walk well, so she's always behind.

We board the bus, and head towards a seat, leaving Campbell and Livvie to find a spot. Since the bus also drops kids off at Brooklyn Academy For the Gifted, BAG, there are almost no empty seats. We wind up in the seat in front of Sadie and Carter Kane who are talking in whispers. I nudge Ellie and we start signing to each other. We both know ASL. In fact, she was the one who taught me. Her cousin is deaf.

The bus pulls into the bus circle at Sloaneberg, and I wave to Sadie and Carter as we get off.

Sloaneburg is a very big school, that used to be just a high school, but last year, the middle school was shoved in, and they never changed the name. The halls have old high school flyers tacked everywhere, and the smell of cleaning product weighs heavily in the air. I hate the place.

I have ADHD and dyslexia, which makes sitting in a classroom as tedious as if I were standing on a cliff, about to fall. Not mention that the teachers are strict as hell, and never cut you a break. But welcome to my shitty life.

I sit in the back of my classes, but then it's time for gym, where I can't sit in the back, and can't skip out on doing homework or anything like that. Plus, the gym teacher hates me. I get called out every class, sometimes for nothing at all. She loves the school bully, Becca Sharpe, though. Then again, Becca is a star athlete, so it doesn't really surprise me.

I sit with Ellie, signing back and forth about the ridiculous uniform, Mr. Hamilton's impossible math homework, how thin Becca is, and other first day of school gossip. We ignore Mr. Cox, and keep talking, despite the fact that he is making a valient effort to teach us the rules, and talk over the fifteen or so other kids who are talking over him.

I get bored of sitting here, and I raise my hand tentatively to see if I can go to the bathroom, which could get me out of class anywhere from five to ten minutes. Mr. Cox reluctantly agrees, and gives me a hall pass. I have to hold it out to a teacher who busts up laghing, and then pulls herself together, waving me on. When I get into the restroom, I finally read the pass, so that I can find out what Mrs. Hartford was laughing about. Mr. Cox's full name is Dick Cox. I try not to laugh but it's hard. It's really hard. Dick Cox? That can't be legit.

When I get back to the gym, I'm completely alone, except for Mr. Cox, who is standing by the gym door, scowling at me. His glare radiates through me, and I step back.

"You've been giving me trouble, Fergie."

"I'st sorry." I answer, not sure what the man is talking about. It's the first day of school, for fuck's sake.

"Did you really think you'd be able to fool me?"

"About what exactly?"

"You know what, Fergie Moskowitz Confess now, and you will suffer less pain."

"I don't..."

"Time's up. Get ready to die, Fergie Moskowitz."

Then Mr. Cox starts to shrivel and change. His hands get larger, his head gets more square, hair sprouts from places where hair should never sprout from, his fingers turn into talons, and his eyes burn with malice. WTF? I wonder. This has to be my medicine, messing with my brain. No way this is real. No way.

The whatever-it-is lunges, and I sidestep, my brain on overdrive. I have to get out of this. I will not die at the ripe old age of fourteen. I won't let myself die.

"Fergie!" yells Ellie. "Look out!" I jump to the right. A metallic blur hurtles through the air, and slams into Dick Cox. The thing that used to be my gym teacher crumbles into powder. Ellie walks over, and retrieves her weapon; a sword with a leather hilt, and a three foot long blade, that shimmers in the flaurecent lights.

"Come on, Fergie. We're gonna take you home, let you pack a bag, then we're getting you to camp."

"Where?" I ask, extremely confused.

"Camp Halfblood. Now, come on!"

And with that, Ellie drags me out of the gym, and out the door of Sloaneburg. I don't know what I'm going, and I want an explanation. Right. Now.

I yank my arm back, and turn to glare at Ellie. "What the fuck, Ellie? Where the hell are you taking me? Where's camp whatever it was? Why do I need to go there? It's not even summer anymore, remember?"

"Not now, Fergie. We need to get you out of here. Right now. You're not safe anymore. You know who you are. You need to get to camp, and we need to train you. You're in danger, Fergie, and i don't want to see my best friend get hurt. Pease trust me. I have to make sure you're safe."

a/n: Okay, so please please reviewddi wffite for y'all, so if you have something you want me to do, let me know. I really apreciate it! Thanks, and peace out!

Hannah.