"So what really happened that night when the Pizza guys appeared?" Nico asked.

Percy and Grover snorted into their cereal. Percy held up a tattered book which said, "Mark's Diary" on.

"Go on." Percy grinned. "Read it."


Entry One - Welcome to Pizza Hell

"Mark, you complete idiot. I said table four!"

It was a typical night in the *cough cough* popular restaurant - Pizza Heaven. (Though behind everyone's back, I called it Pizza Hell.)

Smoke was pouring from the kitchens, and customers were waiting impatiently for their food.

I had just been appointed as a waiter because I needed money. The atmosphere was terrible, dull and dreary, as if a giant storm cloud had just swooped over the building.

"Table four!" snapped the familiar voice, of the *cough cough* friendly head cook. (Sorry, the smoke is making me cough.)

I rounded up the two ham and pineapple pizzas, the medium fries and the diet 7ups. I placed them onto table four, rushing off quickly, so I didn't have to suffer their nasty comments about my bad food arrangement or who knows what else.

I ran back into the kitchen, and typically tripped up on the head cook's shoe, which, granted - at least wasn't on his foot at the time. I hoped some miracle would stop me from bashing my head onto the solid marble floor.

But of course - it didn't. I collided onto the floor, and saw nothing but hazy smoke. I swear my sense of direction has never been right since.

"What are doing on the floor?"

I didn't bother looking up. "Head Cook, I tripped over your god damn shoe and-"

"Head Cook?" the voice interrupted. "You're very much mistaken if you think I'm head cook."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the man helped me up. I had seen him before, but we had never actually spoke. We worked like polar opposites.

The man smiled. "I'm Joe, and you are…"

"M-M-Mark." I stuttered, still a little dizzy from my fall.

"You hate working in here, don't you? Why don't you come join me in the delivery section?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "R-Really?"

Joe laughed. "Yes, r-really. Come on, I'll help you there."


After a while, I was in a van, clutching several very hot pizzas. Joe drove across the motorway, whistling along to tunes on the radio.

We almost got to our destination. We were somewhere around Long Island South, when we heard it.

Joe and I swirled around. What was coming towards us was either a giant wave or a mini tsunami. Joe twisted the wheel madly, but the wall of ocean was advancing faster.

Suddenly, it hit us, and pizzas went flying through the air, landing with a splat in the most random spaces.

Joe and me? We woke up on a sandy beach hearing waves gently lapping against the golden sand. Our truck had capsized, the alarm blaring. But neither of us could be bothered to do something about it.

A dark shadow of a tall man on a horse was advancing. His horse seemed to have curlers in it's tail.

"What's all the fuss about?" he pondered out loud. "It's like, one in the morning.

Then he noticed us.

They guy on the horse asked, "Are you Half-Bloods?"

"What are Hawk Buds?" I mumbled.

A boy with dark brown hair appeared behind the man. He eyed us suspiciously, clearly thinking we were some sort of enemy.

The boy clicked his pen, and my hallucinated eyes saw it transform into a bronze sword. I gulped. I was 19. I wasn't ready to die yet.

He placed a pen lid onto his sword, and it merged back into a pen. "They might be spies, Chiron. Let's bring them inside."