Hey guys! Ok I'm back with this Percy Jackson fanfic. I've been toying with this idea for a while so I just thought I'd give it a shot. I know a lot of you sent me messages regarding my other stories and I will be returning to them when I decide where I want them to go but for now if you're a PJ I hope you enjoy this and that's about it. Thanks guys!

-Sailor

"What the fuck is this shithole?" I exclaimed as we arrived outside what looked like a shit summer camp you sent the kid you really disliked out of all your other kids, story of my life.

"This is Camp Half-Blood!" Alex exclaimed.

I looked at Alex, the kid who sniffed me out as a half blood and decided I should go to camp half blood. I know what you're thinking; I thought I was high too. I've done acid before and this situation is not entirely unlike a situation I found myself in while high on acid. But apparently this was real life. Anyway, after a trek that felt like we were walking for sixty years we arrived. Apparently stopping every few minute for a smoke break really didn't help the commute time either. Now, just to set the record straight before I continue the story of what happened after I went into this camp; I do not think being a half blood is cool or interesting. I'm a freak. If I could change it I would. Just to repeat, there is absolutely nothing cool about half a God as a parent or being a demigod, ok? I said it, nothing.

We walked through the wooden posts and it worse than I could even imagine. Everywhere there were kids, which is bad enough (I'm pushing seventeen so I despise anyone who is under sixteen) but they were all wearing armour, carrying swords and generally acting like knobs.

"Is there any way I could, you know, abandon this whole thing?" I asked Alex, who just rolled his eyes. I suppose walking all the way here with me complaining that I hate every aspect of the entire experience was probably wearing thin on his nerves by now.

"Just be quiet, new kids are always given a rough time"

That probably wouldn't work in my favour, I came from a private school and privileged background and I've never been in a fight in my life. Which I'm not ashamed to say; yes I love money, designer clothes and not having to work for it.

"So where am I sleeping?"

"Well you're undecided so in the general cabin, bit crowded but fine"

"Excuse me?"

"We don't know who your dad is, and by dad I mean your real dad" he snapped before I could make a cheeky remark which he got enough of on this trip.

"Well that's not happening" I said lighting up a cigarette which caused a few glares.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I start that sentence with, if it pleases your majesty?"

I took a puff and noticed a boy staring in my direction from across the big camp fire in the middle. A shabby hungry looking guy so immediately I thought, poor and so of no interest to me whatsoever. Could Donald Trump's kid not be a demigod? I noticed the guy get up from the camp fire and walk in our direction.

"…you're just going to have to live with it" said Alex clearly finishing a sentence that I wasn't listening to anyway.

The poor guy started a conversation with some other kid standing close to us. While Alex blabbed on I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out on a tree before taking out my phone. Apparently I wasn't allowed have my phone but you can take me out of my private Protestant school life but you can't take my only form of communication to it as well.

"You're not supposed to have phones in camp"

I looked up and that cheeky poverty stricken boy had thought it was ok for him to talk to me, I don't think so.

"I'm sorry and who are you?"

"I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon" he said triumphantly, as if that was meant to mean anything to me.

"Wow Pete that's great"

"Percy"

"Whatever"

"I kinda saved Western Civilisation last year by getting Zeus's lightning bolt back and effectively stopped a war of the Gods" he smirked.

"That's great" I said refreshing my Twitter page.

Clearly that's a line he's been using to get into girl's pants ever since it happened but unless he dresses that story up with a nice Gucci watch, I'm never going to be interested.

"Ok c'mon Aurora I'll show you where you're sleeping"

"Are you undecided?" asked Pete, Paul or Joe or whatever his name is; clearly thinking he was part of our conversation now.

"She is yea Percy, so she'll be in with Hermes lot"

"Bit crowded, I was there you know, before Poseidon the sea God claimed me"

I still wasn't listening.

I was led to the very last cabin which was just as shit as every other aspect of the camp, in case I haven't mentioned, its shit.

"I am not staying here"

Turns out I didn't have a choice, until we found out which God defiled my mother, I was tossed in with all the commoners. I was given a sleeping bag that practically stood on its own and nothing else. I was shown to a corner of the room and left to fend for myself. I lay there trying not to look at anyone else in the eye but it didn't matter. I was fresh meat so I was for the taking.

"Oi, did you steal my pillow?" said one fat girl.

Now in fairness, I had stolen her pillow.

"Do I look like I would steal anything, let alone anything off the likes of you?"

That earned me a black eye and minus one pillow. Around 2am when everyone had eventually fallen asleep and beat me up enough I snuck out the window above my…well my place on the floor, for a cigarette. I strolled down through the camp and I never felt further away from home. I walked down to the lakeside and went to the back of a large cabin that faced onto the lake in case they had prefects or anything patrolling this shithole. I sat down on a rock and listening to the water, I lit my cigarette. I suppose I should go easy considering where I am most likely doesn't have a smoke machine or a shop or anything nearby.

I sat there and got a hollow feeling inside me. These weren't my kind of people, I wasn't tough and I have no problem admitting that. I had a privileged life. It was probably why it took so long for me to actually get here. I heard stories that other half bloods get attacked by monsters on a daily basis but I had never had as much as a bad report card. That's why I think they made a mistake about who I was. I had no powers; I was smart sure I was good with stocks, shares, marketing and stuff like that, money basically. It was what I wanted to do in life, follow my step-dad into Goldman Sachs but he suggested I should go here at least just to see what I was like. So far I despised it.

"Hey" someone said from behind me interrupting my thought process.

I turned around and it was my favourite person in the world, Joe who saved…something or other.

"What do you want?"

"I live here" he snipped.

"What?"

"Poseidon…water…see the connection?"

"So what you're funny?"

"What's your problem?"

"Right now, it's you Joe"

He came down and sat on the rocky beach surface beside me, right next to the water. I noticed his features more as my eyes adjusted to the dark, the tool.

"It's Percy"

"What's Percy?"

"My name"

"Good for you"

"And yours is Aurora?"

"Well done Joe"

"Look I get it; I've been where you are. Messing up at school, step parents who don't care about you, no money but Camp Half Blood can be your new family, your new start. We all look out for each other"

I wanted to vomit.

"Are you kidding? You actually could not be more wrong. I come from money, we're talking big money. My step dad is an amazing person, it's my real mum who's the alcoholic but she's not so bad. I went to a private school where I had tons of friends and I got straight A's. I want to do brokering and finance in college and work for Goldman Sachs and right now I'm well on my way to doing that. Seen the Wolf of Wall Street? That'll be my life; well you know, the good parts anyway" I said letting out a puff of smoke.

Joe looked stunned.

"Oh"

"Exactly, so don't pretend you know me sea boy. I'm not like the rest of you losers" I said turning to face him fully.

"Who did that to you?"

"Some stupid cow"

"I can fix it if you want"

He reached his hand in the water and went to touch me before I slapped his hand away from me.

"Don't touch me Joe" I snapped.

"Look, I could be a good friend to you"

"No you couldn't, you're not my type of person"

"Excuse me?"

"I have a certain type of person I allow be my friend and you do not fit the bill Joe"

"My name is Percy"

"Is there any way out of here?"

"What?"

"A way out?" I said accenting each word.

"No, you need to stay here to train"

"For what?"

"To fight monsters"

"Oh Jesus" I said throwing my cigarette in the water.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Don't throw your fag butts in my water"

"Shut up"

I got up to leave.

"You know if we were friends, I would offer you my couch to sleep on but we're not"

"Why do you want to be friends with me?" I snipped.

"I think you're interesting"

"You must lead a very dull life then Joe" I sighed, shoving my hands in my pockets and walking away.