So, here's my third story, although I have like, five that I'm working on. This one looks to be the pick of the bunch at the moment.

Hope you like this.

Is anyone else surprised by the Oakland Raiders. I definately am.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Eminem.

Chapter 1-PPov

Heat. Heat was blazing down on the little room and I was lying on my bed, looking up at the bare roof. I guessed it was about midday, but it took too much effort to look at the clock on the bedside table. My roommate was sitting on his bed, flicking aimlessly through a pack of cards, looking really, really bored. The noise of footsteps was getting louder, as they got closer to the door. I expected them to carry on by, but they stop outside the door. There was the noise of a key clicking, and then two massive dead bolts were slid open, before the cold metal door slid open. Standing in front of me was a five foot seven Afro-American boy no older than me.

'Long time no see bro' he said.

'Nice to see you too, Big G' I replied. 'How did it go?'

'Good, good. You're getting out today, you lucky bitch' he said.

'That's great news Grover' I said. 'What about Damarcus?' I asked him, about the big guy next to me.

'Unfortunately not, bro' Grover said.

'That's okay, ma homie' I said before turning to Damarcus. 'Soz big guy. I'll try to get you out this shithole as well'

'S'okay' he said, waving a hand at me, dismissing my plea. 'I did the worse shit. I guess I'll see ya Em. Oh, and try to stay out of trouble, I don't want you back here' Damarcus finished, smirking at me. I nodded and left the room. The guards started to lock the door, while me and Grover walked down the passage way.

'Em?' Grover questioned.

'Nickname for me, because I got some packets of M&M's smuggled in, so it became M'n'M, and then Eminem' I said. Grover nodded, and then got his thoughtful look on his face, so I knew he was thinking of something important. There was silence for a bit until he spoke up.

'You gonna keep rapping?' he finally asked. AH, the hardest question is always asked first.

'I don't think so, G. I promised myself I wouldn't rap again. After all, that's what got me into this shit in the first place'.

'Cool, cool' Grover said. I guess I should explain. I'm a rapper sixteen years old, but have promised to stop rapping. Grover is also a rapper, and part of my crew, but he's not as bad-ass as me (sorry Grover, you're not). Anyway, we had some big problems to get over.

The main gate of the complex opened, and I was blinded by the bright sunlight. About three hundred yards away, were three figures, silhouetted by the harsh glare of the Arizona sun, standing by a black car. I walked slowly over to them with Grover matching me pace for pace. When I was about so yards away, one of the people couldn't handle it anymore and ran towards me. I met her in a hug, and I'll admit, a few tears may have escaped me.

'Thank goodness you're okay Percy' the woman said. 'Though I daresay you're a bit thin'.

'Mom' I moaned, but really I was glad to see her.

'I've missed you so much' she said.

'I missed you too Mom'. We walked over to the car, Mom moaning about they hadn't been feeding me properly, but I was secretly pleased. When I went in, I was slightly on the porky side, and I'd lost weight and pumped a lot of iron, giving me a good body. By the time we had been through this, we had got over to the car, and I was greeted by the other two people, just guys.

'Hey Perce' the first man said. He was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, and was standing in shorts and a tee-shirt, which showed just how hot it was. This guy just didn't seem like a shorts kind of guy, even if they were long shorts.

'Hi Paul' I said, fist-pumping him. I had only met Paul a few times before, all on visits, but I knew he was my Moms boyfriends, and they'd only been dating in my absence, but he seemed like a good guy. 'How's life?'

'Good' he replied, before I turned to the other man.

'Hey Mike' I said to the twenty seven year old blond, who was wearing a shirt, a tie, a blazer and everything, all in the scorching summer sun. You see, Mike was my agent, and I'd never really seen him in anything but a suit, except once at a party.

'Hey Percy' he said, before he steered me into the black Dodge Nitro. 'We've got some stuff to talk about'.

The adults had explained their plan to me, and I was against it.

'No way' I said. 'No way am I going to a public school'.

'Yes, you are' Mike said. It's for your own good, to keep you out of trouble'.

'No'

'Yes'

'No'

'Yes'

'No

'Percy Jackson' my Mom shouted, and I knew I had crossed the line this time. Seriously, my Mom never shouts. We still hadn't gone anywhere in the car. We were just talking inside it so we could the air con on. 'You will go to a school, so you can get your life back on track, and so you can get some decent grades'.

'Fine' I grumbled.

'And to make it better, Grover will be going as well' Mark added. Grover spluttered, spitting out his coke on the sand, and I bit back a laugh.

'What? That wasn't part of the deal' Grover said.

'Tough' Mike said. 'And it'll be easier if you both go. And if you don't go, I'll lower you're percentage of record sales income' and we both spluttered. You see Mark is Grover's agent too. Mike smiled.

'Settled' My Mom said. 'We've already got you a place. It's called Goode high. Paul works there'. I nodded grumpily, and then Paul stepped on the gas pedal, and we edged further and further away from Arizona maximum security penitentiary.

So there was chapter one. Did you like it. If so, please review.

And for all those Galactica fans, it's coming. The cat destroted the paper, and it's finished, I just don't have time to edit and publish tonight.

So, plz review.

Tom