Monay, here. Okay well here's the first chapter, but to start off here's a short summary of the whole thing: Posy Felrose, 15, lives in Manhattan. She doesn't consider herself very special; she gets average grades, she wishes her hair had more volume, she's bullied by the other girls and her evil track coach may as well be satan's msitress. But her life takes a turn one day when she's pursued by a hellhound, and saved by a mysterious boy who claims to be a demigod. So, go ahead and read, and review whatever you want, I could probably take a flame or two. Let me know if Nico seems out of character, I really really want to avoid that. Enjoy :]

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson & The Olympians

Chapter 1

Posy's POV

Miss Bretner, our girls' track team coach, was a young lady, probably not more than twenty five, and we all thought that it was ironic that while she had pink cheeks, pretty blue eyes, and a shapely form, she still wasn't married. I knew better, however. It wasn't ironic to me that she was pretty yet single; she had the worst temper ever and treated us like dirt.

One time, when my friend Ariel accidentally left her shorts at home and borrowed an extra pair of mine, Miss Bretner turned red as a tomato, gritted her teeth, and bent her clipboard in half. After making us run ten extra laps around the track, she made us buy her a new one with our own money. Needless to say, we were both benched for the rest of the season.

I thought my putting up with her killer training techniques and her sailor mouth were over once I entered ninth grade, and so I confidently joined the track team at the prestigious Knox Preparatory School. Or at least I was confident right up until I found out their previous coach had quit, and Miss Bretner was once again my coach.

I had hoped she didn't recognize me, but turns out Miss Bretner never forgot a face, especially one that bought her a new clipboard. Luckily, she had obtained a boyfriend, and while the two were dating she was well-disposed towards us girls, and each day before practice we'd all gather together and pray fervently to the gods that they wouldn't break up.

It went well, that is until today, because today the unspeakable happened; Miss Bretner and her boyfriend broke up.

Today, the whole locker room was abuzz about the latest news about Miss Bretner's break up. Most girls would be heartbroken if their boyfriend broke up with them, but not Miss Bretner; she was locked up in her office and while we didn't know what was going on, we could hear four-letter words swooping out the gap between the doorframe.

Ariel, Lauren, and I huddled in a corner, changing clothes and fearing for our lives; who knew what kind of torture was planning to put us through today.

"She'll make us sprint for twenty minutes straight for sure," Lauren said as she slipped a shirt over her head, her red hair spilling through the hole. "That's what Taylor in fifth period said she did once."

"Twenty minutes?" Ariel asked in mild disbelief. "I won't be surprised if she makes sprint for an hour. Don't you hear her in there?"

We listened, and sure enough we heard the muffled voice of our terrifying coach, cursing her ex-boyfriend with a colorful profane vocabulary.

I laughed.

"Posy!" said Ariel. "This is not a laughing matter! She's going to work us to death!"

"Sorry," Posy's my name, by the way. "She's just kind of funny when she's mad." I slammed my locker shut, and just then Miss Bretner's office door swung open.

We all crammed into the aisles of the lockers and stood straight while she walked up and down. I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail and joined them. Miss Bretner's eyes were red, a sure sign that somewhere in her cussing episode she had been crying over her stupid boyfriend.

She inspected all of us, walking past each girl and fixing a few details, like our hair or telling us to take off our jewelry and put it away. Then she stopped in front of Min Yang, a small Chinese girl with thick-rimmed glasses and short hair.

"What's wrong with your shoes?" she asked with acid in his voice. Min Yang looked down at her shoes. We all did, and we saw what Miss Bretner meant by that question. Min Yang lived with her divorced mother, who worked in a Laundromat. It was only because of Min's grades that she got into such a prestigious school, even if her mom couldn't afford it.

To say that Min's running shoes were in disrepair would be an understatement; the laces were practically ripping out of the holes, and the material was so worn out it looked like it was put together with scotch tape (and who knows, it probably was).

Min's face turned red and she looked away in embarrassment. We all knew that it wasn't Min's fault that she couldn't afford new shoes, with her and her mother's financial situation. We all tried to help her out, even just a little. Once, I let her have a notebook when she ran out of paper so she wouldn't have to buy one.

"What's wrong with your shoes? Answer me," Miss Bretner's voice was just an octave away from yelling now. Min's small form grew small as she did. "They are in no condition for racing. Didn't I tell you this last week? Speak up!"

Min swallowed a lump in her throat and looked up. "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a small voice.

"If you can't learn to follow directions, I'll have to let you go from the team! Haven't I made myself clear! I hate repeating myself!" She was yelling now, and Min was flinching at every word. I needed to help her, so I did the stupidest thing ever.

"Stop yelling at her!" I said. Miss Bretner's eyes were red, but this time it was from anger and not sadness. They were pointed straight at me, and for a moment I thought she could see right through me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"What was that?" she said in a low threatening voice. "I said 'what was that?'"

I swallowed. "I-I mean… it's not Min's fault that the shoes are worn out."

Min looked at me in an expression that said "thank you", "what are you doing", and "you're insane" all at once. I pressed onward.

"Min has just been running faster than any of us lately, and that's why her shoes are in that condition." I said trying to cover for Min. "She was going to buy a new pair today." I knew Min couldn't afford a new pair, but right now I was just trying to save both our hides from a good Bretner lashing.

Miss Bretner's eyes bore into mine. "Did I ask for your interference? You'll be running twenty extra laps today, missy, for that reckless show of defiance! Now get back in line!"

I did as I was told and took my place between Ariel and Lauren. Miss Bretner told Min that she ahd better get a new pair by today or she'd be dismissed from the team. Min couldn't be dismissed, she loved track, despite Miss Bretner's constant bullying.

Miss Bretner told us to go out to the track and run our laps. I wasn't the best runner on the team, but Min definitely was. She was up ahead, while Ariel, Lauren, and I were behind. Min slowed down and fell into pace beside me.

"Hey, Posy," she said with an even voice.

"Hey, Min," I said breathlessly.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," she said. "I was getting really scared. But I can't afford new shoes."

"That's alright," I answered. "I've got lots of pairs, and I bet we're the same size."

"You can't give me one of yours, Posy."

"Sure, I can. Then you won't have to buy one."

"Are you positive?"

"Absolutely."

"Thanks," Min sped up and took her place at the front, while I lingered in the back.

When every else went home, I stayed behind and ran my extra twenty laps under the careful supervision of Miss Bretner. Whenever I slowed down, she blew her whistle and made me pick up the pace. By the end of the day, I was tired and the sun was hot.

The good thing about Knox Prep was that right across the street was a plaza that had an ice cream store, and that's where I went to right after school. I used the last of my lunch money to buy myself a nice cold smoothie. I gulped it down as soon as I got it, letting the cold stuff soothe my dry esophagus. I got a brain freeze, but it was okay.

At long last, the smoothie was all gone, and while I was still tired, my throat was no longer dry, and the day didn't seem so hot anymore.

I pushed the door open and let myself back onto the sidewalk, and ran toward a waiting bus. I climbed on, and dug into my pocket for bus fare, and with horror I realized that I had spent the last of my money on that smoothie.

I tried not to panic, but the bus driver soon saw my terrified expression, and told me to get off the bus. When the light changed to green, the bus sped off, leaving me alone on the sidewalk.

I sighed. This had never happened before, but while I never walked to school, I knew the way home. It seemed like the only option for me now. I made my way down the street. It was a long walk, and my calves burned and ached and begged for rest.

I couldn't stop, though. It would be dark in a few hours, and I needed to be home in time for dinner. I kept walking until I reached central park, and then I happily realized that my house would be just on the other side of the park.

I was going to keep walking, but then I decided to take a short cut through the park instead. It would be much faster, and it'd be nice to take a solitary walk through a beautiful park.

I had been walking for just fifteen minutes when I entered through a part of the park that was covered with trees, like a forest. I didn't mind much, it was better than the sidewalk on a scorching day.

The trees began to block out the light and it got darker and darker, and all the while I began to get the feeling that I wasn't alone. That someone…or something, was following me. I was on alert now, and I looked around for signs of anything that looked suspicious. The search was unrewarded at first, and I decided that I was just paranoid.

I shook my head and silently laughed to myself. When I turned around, I was face to face with something big, hair, with yellow eyes and huge fangs, dripping with drool and blood. It was a demonic wolf.

A high-pitched scream went through me and escaped my throat. I started running, faster and faster, even though my legs were aching and I couldn't go on, I forced myself.

My heart was pounding, I thought it might burst through my chest, and my breath came out of my mouth in a short but sudden gasps of air. I felt the adrenaline rushing in my veins as I turned and saw that it was still chasing me with nothing but pure evil masked in its haunting eyes.

I ducked behind a rock, and the hound crashed into a tree, making it come crashing down. It shook its head and howled with a sound so loud and piercing that I thought my ears would bleed. When it stopped, I took a peek, nervously, my heart still pounding.

The hound was gone. I let out a breath of relief, slowly, and began to crawl backwards. I was on my knees, but not too soon later, I turned and saw that it was still there, still staring, and ready to attack.

I was frozen, molded in that position, standing right in front of it, wide open. My eyes stayed focused on it, and my legs wouldn't budge, even when I willed them to. The dog bounded forward, coming at me with incredible and terrifying speed, and still I stayed.

It was happened so fast and yet I saw in slow motion; the dog running at me, me not moving, and voice, coming closer and closer.

"Move, idiot!" I was knocked to the ground, painfully, by something heavy and strong. everything that happened after that was sudden and fast and it was all a blur while it happened.

The thing that knocked me down apparently was a kid, a boy who was probably not even older than I was, and he wore an aviator jacket and black jeans. He had olive skin and dark hair, and had skulls on his shirt. But what he was wearing was nowhere near as harrowing as what he held in his hand: an iron sword.

He leapt forward at the dog, slashing at it with his sword, but missing. Next thing I knew, the dog jumped at him, and had him pinned to the ground. The boy used his sword and cut the dog right at its shoulder. It howled and back away.

"Go back to where to you belong!" the boy spat at it, and the dog ran toward a shadowy tree, whimpering, and disappeared.

The boy picked up his sword, it was stained with blood. He knelt down and wiped it on the grass, and he didn't seem to notice me.

"That was- " I began, but then stopped. He turned and looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Y-You?" he said. "You saw that?"

"What was that thing? Why was it here?" I asked him breathlessly, getting up to my feet, and then falling again because my legs were too weak.

"You saw the hellhound?" he asked me again. "Are you— " he stopped.

"Am I what?"

"Are you a… demigod?"

"Demigod?" I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I had heard the word before, somewhere in school, but I didn't know what he meant by asking me that. He had a look of surprise on his face, like he had just spilled a closely-guarded secret. He opened his mouth to say something, but then quickly closed it before turning around and going off in another direction. I got up and dusted myself off.

"Hey!" I said. "Wait! What do you mean demigod? And what was that... thing that attacked me just now?"

He didn't say anything; instead he just kept walking, probably hoping that if he did so long enough I'd just leave him alone, but I was more determined than that. I furrowed my brow and sped up my walking, catching up to him.

"Excuse me!" I said. "Would you care to explain what just happened back there?"

"Gods," he said. "You're annoying!"

"You noticed,"

"Just leave me alone!"

"Not until I get some answers! I almost died if it weren't for you!"

He tried to push past me, but I blocked his path, and after a few more rounds of this he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the side. Any normal girl would just give up, but I stood my ground.

"If you don't tell me what's going on right now," I began. "I'm going to scream!"

He stopped. "What?"

"Ahhhhhhh!" He ran up to me and cupped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut up!" he said angrily. "OK, I'll tell you! But you have to swear you won't tell anyone! Ever!"

"Ok, I swear," I said, my voice muffled because his hand has still on my mouth.

"Swear on the River Styx!"

"On the what?"

"Just do it!"

"Fine! I swear on the River Sticks!"

…

Greek mythology was real. The boy told me everything; demigods, the Olympians, hellhounds, everything. Everything was real, everything I ever knew about Greek mythology was the truth.

Demigods; children whose parents were Olympians, and their heroic deeds. Of course, at first I didn't believe him, but after some more explaining, it all began to make sense. I remember seeing weird things all my life and never knowing what they were, but now I finally had the answers, thanks to this strange boy. It took all of half and hour for him to explain everything, because I was curious and he talked fast so I asked him to repeat a few things. And there were some times when he would get frustrated and try to leave again. But soon, everything was said, and he sighed in relief when he finally got to stop talking.

"Are you a demigod?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Yeah."

"Then, who's your Olympian parent?"

He swallowed. "H-Hades." He said. Hades, god of the underworld. That explained why he had so much power over that hellhound just now.

He slipped his sword into a scabbard that hung on his waist and began walking the other way.

"Hey!" I yelled. "You can't just leave!"

"And why not?"

"Because I've just been told that myths are real! I need answers! Why did that thing try to attack me just now?"

"Hellhounds tend to get out of control," was his simple answer. He just kept walking away, and it was starting to anger me.

"Well, at least tell me your name!"

"Nico," he said.

"I'm Posy!"

He just nodded, obviously not interested at all.

"Well, thanks, Nico!" I said. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face me.

"You're a mortal," he said. "But you can see through the Mist. It's a gift and a curse. I told you everything so you're involved in this now, so just be careful. I'm not always going to be around to save you." He turned around, and like the hellhound, he ran toward a shadowy tree, and just disappeared.

I made it to my house in time, with thoughts swirling in my head. Dinner went on as usual, with my brothers Paul and Frankie rambling about their football game (they never win) and my dad talking about the deals he got at his job in the bank. Mom sat quietly and listened with the occasional "and how do you feel about that" question (she's a therapist). I considered telling my family about the events that happened this afternoon, but decided against it. After all, I swore on the River Styx, and while an oath on a river didn't seem as important to me, it was obviously important to Nico. I went up to my room, and sat at my computer, a blank document open on the monitor. I had just started a diary on Microsoft Word, and his day definitely deserved to get on there. I started writing. Today turned out to be an interesting day, all because of a smoothie.

TBC

Okay, well here's the first chapter of what I hope will be a multi-chapter story. I'm really into it right now so hopefully I'll get some more updates soon, but for now just enjoy this one. I hope you liked it so far. Please review!

P.S. My little sister, Tina, wants me to mention that she helped with this idea. So yeah...

-Ate Monay