An: Hullo Peoples! I'm writing a story with Oz and Jenna! I'm Lizzy or as some call me Obsessivebookdiva! Anyway... I think they may want to say a few words...

'Sup? But yeah, I'm Ozzie, the "the Oz Meister" part of our penname.

Hello! And I am Jenna, the "and Jen Baas" part of the name!

LIZZY'S POV

First I would like to say that being a demigod sucks. We never really got the chance to be normal like you guys. We're pretty much kids who have random monsters who want to kill us attacking us all the time.

Most Demigods have three options. One, we run away from home and try to make it to camp. Two, our parents sit us down and tell us we need to talk, which is never good anyway. The third option is the simplest one; a satyr brings you to Camp Half-Blood. Option four is death.

Whichever way, we get to Camp Half-blood somehow, unless we get killed.

Did I mention it's our parents' fault? It's not like we robbed a bank or something. We just get hunted down like dogs because we exist.

Now, try being an unclaimed demigod. It's like being an outsider to outsiders. People never really hang out with you. You're stuffed on the floor of the Hermes cabin. No matter what, people think you're some sort of virus. It's like we might get them unclaimed or something. Like that could happen.

Now, as bad as it sounds, it gets worse. Luke, the Hermes cabin head, was always nice to me. I know it sounds like a good thing, but it's not. He was always trying to get his point about the gods into my heads. He was always telling me about what he thought should be done. I was kind of sick of it.

If you couldn't tell by now, I'm a negative person. I didn't care what people thought. I just buried my feelings down and ignored them. I guess after having people throw things at you for a year, you forget to care.

Clarisse, the camp bully, didn't seem to bother me though. I never really knew why. I guess she saw herself in me, or something.

For you to be able to understand everything I've told you, you need to start from the beginning…

I woke up to a violent shake to my arm. Out of all the demigods, I was the heaviest sleeper. Which, I might add, is not a good thing for a half-blood.

Anyway, I was dreaming about the first day I had been at Camp Half-Blood.

It was in the middle of a downpour at four in the morning in April. No one was really pleased to see a nine-year-old girl limping into camp. I guess it's hard to be liked when you scared the crap out of a ton of sleeping demigods. They probably thought I was a monster trying to kill them.

I looked over to see a pre-teen Conner Stoll shaking me. He looked just like his brother, which made life harder in this cabin. I only knew it was Conner because he was shorter, plus he didn't look like a teen yet.

"Rise and shine unless you want an ant hill dumped in your sleeping bag!" Conner laughed.

"Very funny Conner." I yawned as I picked myself off the floor. "Why are we up so early anyway?"

"What do you mean? Everyone else is at breakfast." Conner laughed again. He still had his high pitch laugh, thank the gods.

"Oh, sorry. Can I skip today?" I asked him. I tried to send him one of those baby faces that always made me want to be sick.

"Fine..." He said shrugging, and walking out.

I could say I am at my happiest when I am alone. I sound anti-social right now but it's true. I'm not really a people person. I guess I just don't like the things other people like.

I ran to the door and locked it. I had something I needed to do, and it was worth missing a morning meal, which is saying something. I dug under my sleeping bag, and I pulled out a tiny book. It was a simple black and teal mini spiral notebook. I always kept it a secret, because in it were letters I had gotten from my brothers.

I never wanted anyone to find them. There are many reasons, but none that would make any sense to you. I had one older brother and one brother older than him. I missed them so much, but couldn't show it. I guess it became a thing for me not to show emotions. So I just hid them in this little book.

At that point I heard the door open as someone broke the lock on it. Luke walked in just as I was about to close my book.

"What's this?" Luke asked as he saw me slip it behind my back. I quickly put it in my pocket and I put my hands up to show I didn't have anything. "You know that your Olympian parent doesn't care right?"

"Luke can you just stop trying to talk about this?" I asked. "Look, I just wanna leave now." I said heading toward the door.

"You must have either a really powerful, or really weak godly parent you know." Luke said walking back and forth in the room.

"I'm gone!" I shouted leaving the room. I was so pissed I ran into the woods, forgetting that there were monsters in there wanting to kill me...

Chapter Two will be posted...soon...?

Thanks...

Lizzy

Jenna

Ozzie