A/N: Ok, so I know I probably shouldn't be doing this, considering I still need to work on my Maximum Ride story, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. So the only way to get rid of it is to write it out, right? So here it goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. That goes to Rick Riordan, who is awesome for thinking up Percy and the others. I only own Jay and any other Ocs I think up. Which there will be a few.

When my older sister Katrina announced she would be marring her long time boyfriend Michael, I wasn't really surprised. My reaction was more like 'about time'. The only problem was that Michael lived in New York, so she also announced we would also be moving in with him. My reaction to that was more like '…what?'.

Not that it really mattered much. We lived in a dinky little Pennsylvania town where the only interesting thing to do was throw rocks in the river. And its not like I had any real friends. I mean, I had one or two I ate lunch with, but we weren't close. Which was fine. I was one of those kids that something unlucky was always happening to. I was clumsy and always dropping or breaking things. No one wants a spotlight when their likely to fall on their face right? Right.

So, yeah, we were moving to New York, which bothered me a little, but I didn't have a choice in the matter. Katrina was the only family I had, and she wasn't even my sister by blood. She was the daughter of the man my mother married when I was ten. My mom and Sam (Katrina's dad) were both killed a year later in an accident.

Katrina had been only twenty-one, but she worked hard to keep us in our apartment and keep me in school. I loved her. She was almost like my second mom. So that's why I always tried to keep out of trouble for her. Its also why when she announced the big change, I didn't announce my discomfort. Instead, I smiled and gave her a hug.

Looking back on it now, maybe if I had said something my life wouldn't have changed so drastically. But maybe not. I mean, its not like you can choose who your parents are, right? Or maybe in my case, what my parent is.

Can I just say one thing? I absolutely HATE road trips. Like really LOATH them. Like, given the choice, I'd rather walk to New York. Which is what I told Katrina I would do, no matter how stupid.

She just laughed at me, her perfect voice bouncing of the walls of our small apartment.

"Jamie, you cant walk to New York!"

"Why not?" I asked

"Don't be ridiculous"

So here I was now, squirming in the backseat of Michael's cushy Lexus. He came from a wealthy family. His dad was a stock broker or something.

Anyway, we were on our way to New York, Katrina and Michael up front, and me in the back, my ADHD brain driving me crazy. It didn't help that I had a bunch of boxes and clothes and junk shoved into the seat next to me, making me clasterphopic.

I jingled the bracelets on my wrists restlessly, earning an annoyed look from Michael.

"Jay, knock that off would you?" he asked

"Sorry" I said, but didn't stop. I just looked out the window.

Michael sighed "Kitty, please do something about her. She's driving me insane"

I glared at him "I'm driving you insane? This whole car ride is driving me insane"

Katrina smiled at him, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning toward me as she did.

"You know she can't help it" she smiled at him. Then she looked at me "Aren't you excited Jamie? We're going to be living in a whole new city! In a beautiful big house! And you get to go to a private school and everything!"

Seeing Katrina so happy, as cliché as it sounded, made me happy. I couldn't help but smile back, even if I wasn't even feeling it. Then her smile faded and she looked regretful.

"The only thing I really feel bad about is taking you out of school so late into your first year of high school. I mean, its only a month until summer vacation" she said

I shrugged "Its fine"

"Hm" she hummed thoughtfully "Well, maybe its for the best." Her face lit up again "I mean we did agree on an early autumn wedding"

I shook my head as she turned back around in her seat. That was Katrina, never regretting anything for long.

I watched as she leaned her head on Michaels shoulder. He put his arm around her and kept his other hand on the steering wheel. They were such love-birds. I swear, if I didn't have a romance fetish I would have been disgusted like any other fourteen year old.

Instead, I pulled my earphones over my ears, blasting Nightwish (1) into them. I looked out the window, intending to give them some privacy.

I looked into the surrounding forest, looking at all the green-ness. I could have sworn I saw a girl melt out of a tree we passed. But we spread by so fast, I didn't see her clear clearly. It was probably my ADHA brain playing tricks on me again. I continued to play with my bracelets.

The next month passed slowly. Michael dropped me off at school every morning, and Katrina picked me up in the afternoons. The school was called St. Agatha's Private Academy for Girls, and it looked like to was converted from an insane asylum.

I made friend with a girl named Karly Stillwater, who was pretty nice. She was cute, with dark brown eyes and buttery yellow curls that reminded me of my mom. She was also in a wheel chair, which didn't bother me. Except when she couldn't keep up with my fast pace. Then I would have to push her down the hall. What can I say? I walk fast. It's the ADHD again.

I did get in trouble for violating the dress code. St. Agatha's school uniform consisted of a blue and black checkered skirt, white shirt, tie and mary-janes. I didn't wear the tie or the mary-janes. I wore sneakers or boots. The mary-janes hurt my feet.

The headmistress, Mrs. Gimpin (What kind of name is that? I nearly had a cramp in my cheeks trying to keep from grinning when I first met her) a very slim, but gray woman, didn't like that very much. She seemed to appear whenever I was alone to harass me about it. Then Karly would appear and claim she needed me for something. It was all really weird, but I didn't think much about it. Mrs. Gimpin (again, really?) was just one of those people who liked to make kids miserable.

It was the second to last week before summer vacation, and I stood outside the school with Karly, waiting for Katrina. I bounced on the balls of my feet excitedly, and Karly smiled at me.

"What are you so excited about?" she asked "Not that you aren't always moving around but-?" she left the end of her sentence hanging

"Katrina and I are going to look at dresses for the wedding. I'm junior brides-maid" I responded, grinning

Karly smiled gently "You really like stuff like that, huh?"

I shrugged, looking up and down the street and playing with the cords on my earphones around my neck. Karly laughed.

"No one would think it looking at you" she said

She motioned to the NMBC (2) hoodie I wore over my blouse. It was baggy and went down to my thighs.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at her.

"Nothing. You just look like the kind of girl who doesn't really care about that kind of stuff"

She was referring to my slightly punk-rock fashion sense. I shrugged again.

"So your saying I look like every other teenager, huh?"

"Sort of" she said, chewing the inside of her lips

"I want to fit in. I want to be just like every other teenage" I said

"Why? Most kids want to be noticed. They'd do anything to stand out. You don't seem to care at all. Honestly, you sort of remind me of a shadow" she said

I laughed "A shadow?"

She pulled on a curl that had come loose from one of the clips in her hair "Yeah, a shadow. Shadows blend in. You never notice them"

"I dunno. Probably because of my ADHD and dyslexia. I mean, I take special classes for both, and when kids at school find out they tease me about it" I changed my voice so it was high pitched " 'Oh, Jay, can you tell me what this word is?' or 'Hey Jay, spell the word 'obsolete'. And on top of that, I'm an orphan. The only person I have is Katrina, and she's not even my real sister! I swear, if I could, I'd go live on top of a mountain and be a hermit"

Karly was silent for awhile after my mini rant, a nervous look on her face.

"I'm sorry" she finally said

"Don't apologize" I said "I hate when people do that. I don't want them to feel sorry for me"

"Right"

Another few minutes of silence passed between us, with no sign of Katrina or Karly's parents. Suddenly, I realized I had forgotten my math book.

"Aw, crap!" I exclaimed, causing Karly to jump in her wheel chair

She looked up at me, panic stricken "What? What is it?" she asked, looking around wildly.

"I forgot my math homework" I turned back toward the school "I'll be right back"

I dashed back into the school, ignoring Karly's calls to wait. Running quickly back into my classroom, I made my way over to my desk and pulled the book out. Turning, I jumped in surprise, dropping it.

"Oh, Mrs. Gimpin. I didn't see you there" I smiled at her uneasily.

She stood behind the door (which I noticed had somehow shut) looking creepy and stalkerish and well, evil.

Her pitch black eyebrows were drawn down over her pitch black eyes (was it just me or did they look slightly red?) and her gray mouth was set into a frown. An evil looking frown.

"Jamie Cooper, I've had enough of you" she growled

I took a step back, suddenly feeling very nervous "Excuse me?"

"I've had enough of you and your half-blood stench!" she screeched

In the next second, she literally hurled herself across the room at me, her skin exploding into dust as she flew through the air. She landed on the desk in front of me, still skinny and stalkerish looking, but a million times worst.

Her tight bun had come loose, causing her hair to swirl around her in dark tendrils. Her legs had gone from both being human, to one being what looked like a goat leg, and the other metal looking. She parted her red lips, reveling red fangs. Her now glowing red eyes glared down at me hatefully.

"Such a pretty half-blood. The pretty ones are always delicious" she smirked

I couldn't move. I was frozen, like my blood had turned to ice water and my legs had turned into lead. My stomach clenched in fear and…I just stood there, my usually hyper active brain blank.

The spell was broken when she reached down and hauled me off the floor by my jacket. I screamed bloody murder. Especially when she sunk her fangs into my neck

"Jay!"

I recognized Karly's voice through the fear. And then I heard music, soft, beautiful flute music playing around me. It was magical, as corny as that sounds.

Something wrapped around my waist tightly and yanked me backward, ripping me out of Mrs. Gimpin's fangie grip. I yelled in pain as I hit the floor, my neck killing me. I could hear grunts and yells above me, and I looked upward, eyes widening.

My vision was hazy, but I could see , hanging from the ceiling, tangled in vines and flowers and leaves. She struggled helplessly, screaming horribly

"She's mine! Release me, foul thing!"

I probably would have continued to sit there and stare at her stupidly if a strong grip hadn't taken hold of me and yanked me off the floor. It was Karly.

"C'mon!" she yelled urgently "We have to go!"

Then she ran, pulling me behind her as she did. How was she running? Where was her wheelchair? I looked down and nearly had a heart attack.

She had goat legs. Goat legs, covered in silky looking fur the same color as her butter yellow curls. In the hand she wasn't using to drag me along, she held a wooden flute.

I found my voice. Sort of. "Wha-wha-?"

"No time to talk! We have to get you to camp! They've finally started appearing!"

She pulled me out into the bright sunshine outside and took a second to pull out a gold coin. I watched as she threw it into the street.

"Taxi!" she yelled, waving her arm.

A yellow taxi appeared (I mean literally appeared out of thin air!) rolling over the curb and nearly hitting us as it came to a sudden stop. The back door swung open and Karly shoved me roughly in, ignoring how I banged my shins on the edge of the floor. She flung herself in after us, slamming the door behind her.

"Camp Half-Blood now! Step on it!"

"Why are all our customers so pushy?" a gravely voice asked from the front

We took off, both Karly and I slamming back into our seats. Looking in the front, I made out three heads instead of just one.

Three old ladies sat there, one knitting, one holding the yarn, and the last one driving. She must have sensed my eyes on her, because she looked in the rearview mirror at me.

"Oh! A new half-blood! What pretty eyes she has!"

I had never fainted before in my life, but I did at that moment. Why? Well, because the lady looking at me had just one big eye. And she was holding it in her hand.

Ta-dah! And there is the first chapter! Sorry if the end felt rushed, but I wrote this at like one in the morning and I was tired, but didn't want to sleep before I finished it. So, did ya like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review! Reviews make me happy :)

(1) Nightwish is one of my all time favorite bands right now. Their song "Last of the Wilds" makes me think of the nymphs and Pan.

(2) NMBC- The Nightmare Before Christmas. I just typed it like that cuz I was being lazy