Chapter one: Beware bullies; they can transform into snakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Rick does.

The whole story will be Sam's POV. Oh, and lets also put it that the war happened on the eighties, cuz I need to put Sam and Billie and other ones that will appear nowadays.

I used to like adventures and adrenaline. Well, don't follow my example. If you get too much into it, you might end up being attacked by some bully girl on your school that transforms into a snake.

That's what happened to me.

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My name is Samuel Armstrong and I study at Goode High school. Or at least I did. I have jet black hair and black eyes. I'm twelve and four feet tall. I usually wear all black. Not that I'm Goth or something (I even like progressive rock! Eric Clapton, Beatles and those guys), It's just that I like black, so I wear it.

"Yo, Sam. Whassup?" Asked my best friend, Billie. Or at least he called himself that. He never revealed his real name. You see, he's a real fan of that band-Green Day-and changed his first name To Billie Joe Armstrong's first name ("You have his surname! How come you don't like the stuff he plays!" He kept on saying). He had light-brown hair and black eyes, like mine. He usually wore a black oversized Green Day t-shirt and jeans. He also had a cap that read GREEN DAY with a cross in the R. He was also the most lazy-ass guy in class and always got the highest marks. He was raised by his father while I was raised by my mother. My dad had died before I was born while his mother had died giving him birth. For our disgust, we found out the hard way our parents had started dating two weeks ago. Both of us had Dyslexia and ADHD.

"Nothing much." I said, closing my locker. I had grabbed my science stuff. Billie's locker was right at the right of mine. He grabbed his science stuff and closed his own locker.

"Oh, well well," Said a voice I hated behind me. "What have we here? The fan and the Goth together? This will be a paradise."

I turned around and clenched my fist. "Go away, Rose."

Yeah, Rose. Rosemary, to be exact. Probably the stupidest name her parents could've given her. She was a bully racist cheerleader girl and liked to smash both me and Billie to a pulp. She had strange black hair and kinda snake-ish green eyes. When she wasn't in cheerleader outfit she wore a blue t-shirt that read SNAKES FOREVER and then there was a picture of a snake preparing to bit you. She also wore jeans and black high-heel shoes.

Didn't match your usual Rosemary description.

"Huh, like if I would do that." She sneered and grabbed me by the collar. The worst part was that I couldn't fight her back. I was on probation, and if I did anything I would probably be expelled.

"Ms. Parkinson," Said the voice of my favorite teacher from behind her. "What are you doing holding Mr. Armstrong's collar, may I know?"

She released me and turned towards him. "Oh, nothing, Mr. Brunner." I could say she was smirking, even though I couldn't see her face. She then marched off towards her current boyfriend, some football quarterback.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He was our History teacher. He usually wore an old fashioned green sweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. He had thinning hair and scruffy beard. He was the coolest teacher at Goode. He told us jokes and stories about the ancient world and usually let us play in class, so he was the only teacher I paid attention to all of the class. He was also my life savior. He was the only one that stopped Rose to hit me.

"Thank you, Mr. Brunner." I said.

He smiled warmly at me. "Don't thank me, Sam. I'm just doing my job."

I heard a chuckle behind me. "Man, if Mr. Brunner hadn't shown up you would be all screwed up. Literally."

I turned around, smirking. "You know, I think she has some sympathy with Goths. Now, with fans of some old punk band I think she has no mercy."

His smiled didn't vanish. I thought he would say something like I think she is more punk than Goth, when he said, "I would be far away from here when she stopped beating you up."

Gee, thanks for that, Billie.

The bell rang.

"C'mon," He said. "We've gotta science class now."

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It was five minutes into the class when things went wrong.

"And so we can conclude that the hermaphrodite plants-" But our teacher, Ms. Garrison was cut off by a knock on the door. "Come in!" She said.

To my surprise, Rose came in with a permanent smirk on her face.

"Sam, Billie, the principal wants to talk to you." She said in a sweet voice. Both me and Billie (who had just woken up from his sleep) gulped. One could have an idea of what was coming.

Ms. Garrison nodded. "Ok, Rose. You may lead them to the principal's office."

Rose smirked even harder. If one can do that, I swear I give'em a prize.

We followed Rose out of class. We were halfway to the principal's office when she abruptly stopped.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, feeling impatient.

"You mean what's even more wrong with her." Suggested Billie.

I considered the idea and nodded.

"You mean what's wrong with you." She hissed. I mean, she literally hissed. Like if she was a snake or something. She turned around. Her face was no more human. It was green and her forked tongue hissed. Wait.

Forked tongue?

I gently tapped Billie's shoulder.

"Yeah?" He said, staring at her.

"Is there any scientifical explanation for this?" I asked, staring at her as well.

He shook his head in response.

I simply blinked. "Run?"

"Pretty much, yeah, run." He said, slowly turning around. Rose's body was now green and she had two giant snake tails instead of legs. I followed Billie's example and we started to run at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Save us someone up there! God! Bruce Willis! Chuck Norris! Tom Cruise! Someone!" Billie screamed. Under other circumstances I would slap the back of his head and call him an idiot.

Rose/The Thingo/Whatever the fuck this thing was called, was right behind us. She was swinging her arms trying to rip us using her enormous claws.

"To the floor!" Billie ordered. He was the smart-ass, so I decided to trust him. I threw myself to the floor as he did the same. The thingo's enormous legs passed over us, but it quickly turned around. It raised its paw and swung it at me. I put my arms covering my head and torso in a fake attempt to protect myself. I was expecting for some ultra-pain to come, but no pain came. I only felt a tugging sensation in my gut. I slowly opened my eyes and looked in between my fingers. There was only a pile of golden dust where that thing had once been.

Billie was staring at me like if I had grown up a head from my belly or something. "Man, that's what I'm talking about. How did you do that with the lightning?"

I got a confused look on my face. "Lightning?"

He chuckled. "C'mon, Sam. Don be that modest! You saved both of us!"

"W-what? But I did nothing!" I exclaimed. Billie stopped smiling and studied me.

"Man," He said. "You are saying the truth. Then how did you do that with the lightning?"

I slapped the back of his head. "Idiot, that was the first question!" And what's worse, I would be expelled from the school, again. Seventh School in seven years.

I was expecting him to say something like Ah. Sorry or Ah, yeah. You're right. Instead, he said, "I know."

I slapped him harder. "And you call yourself clever."

"Kids, what are you doing?" Asked Mr. Brunner's voice. We turned around to see him… in a horse. Well, precisely, he was the horse. He was a white horse from the waist down and the usual Mr. Brunner from the waist up. I looked at him awkwardly.

"Uh… is it only me or people are getting very weird today?" I asked Billie, who nodded.

"It's only you."

I slapped the back of his head once again.

Mr. Brunner sighed. "Come with me. We have to arrive to Camp quick before more monsters come." He then signaled for us to mount on him. We did as said and then he started galloping, fast.

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In no time we were out of NY City and galloping through… I couldn't make out where we were passing by. It was a blur.

Mr. Brunner finally stopped by a hill. We got off him and Billie starting throwing up. I started patting his back.

"Come on! Throw it all out! It's better outside than inside! Go! Go! Throw it all out!" I kept on shouting while he vomited.

Once he stopped, which was two awkward minutes probably to Mr. Brunner, he got up and looked at said horse-man.

"Oh, well," Said Billie. "Is there any beds near here? I wanna sleep."

I glared at him. "You slept at Geography, Maths and Social Studies at school and you still wanna sleep?"

"Now, now, boys. Stop fighting. I'll show you Camp Half-Blood." Mr. Brunner said. "And call me Chiron."

Hey, guys, end of chap. I'm sorry it was so short, but the other ones will be bigger. I promise. Anyways, review! And if you have any ideas, give me some! And yeah, there will be Pairings, but later in the story.