To Be Named

By Monails

Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians belongs to ­Rick Riordan.

Author's Note: This was edited by some crazy girl who likes pie.

"Get the little punk! Get over here Jackson!" That's how it all started. The last day of school in 5th grade. Getting chased down by the biggest guy in the school, John Kinten. When you think bully you probably think overly massive, gritty teeth, stupid clothes with annoying phrases like "Sister for Sale, Free" or "Only If You Drop A Few." Stupid stuff like that. Well John Kinten was nothing like that. He was 4' 9" and wore tight clothes that showed off all of his bone. He was the skinniest kid you would ever meet. Now don't get me wrong. John and I used to be best friends but ever since last year, 4th grade, he's been picking on me because I was so "fat". Why do I say "fat"? Well listen. I'm in 5th grade and I'm 89 pounds. That isn't fat! But that's what he thinks. He likes to talk about anyone that's bigger than him. He doesn't have any friends because he makes fun of everyone. That's because he's so small. I think that he's just jealous of everyone else since he looks like an ant to us. I always wondered what it would be like to be that small...

Sorry. I like to daydream a lot. Well anyway, I was trying to get home and as I kept running towards 8th Street South, where the bus station was. You see, I go to a private boys-only boarding school in New York. At the end of every year I get onto the bus that goes straight into downtown New York, New York. I jumped onto the bus and dropped 2 into the money box. I took my seat and thought, "fat"? There was only one other person on the bus, a blond girl sitting right in front of me. The girl turned around.

"How are you?" she asked. "Long ride," she added. I tried to think of where I knew her from.

"I'm fine," I finally blurted.

It was a one hour drive and the whole ride there I thought about who the girl could be. The girl stood up and dragged up her head, pointing directly at me.

"Hello, Percy Jackson," she whispered, as if she were trying to not let anyone else hear. But nobody else was on the bus...Wait, there was... I spotted three ladies sitting in the front. All I could see was the back of their heads. Now listen, these ladies were old. How do I know, you ask? Well, it was obvious that they were all wearing wigs, but gray wigs? Now, when you wear a wig, you have to be old but to wear a gray wig, you really have to be old.

"How do you know my name? Do I know you?" I asked.

She replied, "No you don't know me, but you're gonna get to know me very well." What was she talking about?

The old ladies turned around. The bus stopped, and the ladies stood up and turned around. Their wigs fell off and everything turned black. I could believe these weren't nice old ladies. They were... they... they were like witches and they had wings! And horns and claws!

They shouted, "PERCY JACKSON! YOU ARE WANTED BY THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD!"

The blond girl put on a hat and told me to run out the back door. I didn't know her, but I was open to any advice right now!