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Hey ELM here! New chapter is done. It starts off a bit like the Lightning Thief, but don't worry it will get better. It does have an OC in it, mainly because I can't have Grover be at Yancy and I didn't want Percy to be completely friendless. However about halfway through the story I decided to change some of my plans and give him a bigger part in the story. At the end tell me what you think of him! Hope you enjoy!

Demigods were killed, imprisoned, or hunted constantly by monsters. Any that knew what they were, were in hiding, trying, and most failing, to create some type of resistance against the Titans.

Chapter 1:

Look, I never wanted to be a half blood. I never wanted to spend my life being hunted down by monsters, and planning the greatest rebellion of the sixth age; but I didn't really have much say in the matter.

My Name is Percy Jackson. When this whole mess started, I was twelve your old boy attending Yancy Academy, a boarding school in upstate New York. Yancy had once been a school for troubled kids. Nowadays, after the Titans came to power, it was the place that Lacertus class sent their kids in order to get them out of the way. Don't get me wrong, I was in many ways, a troubled kid.

A few years ago, I accidently shot revolutionary war cannon at the school. I hadn't been aiming for it, but the school didn't really seem to care when they expelled me. Before that, I had pulled the wrong lever while the rest of the class was on the catwalk over the shark tanks. Apparently the lever opened up the walkway, causing the class to take a swim with the sharks.

When the Titans took control, things actually became somewhat easier for me though. I have both ADHD and dyslexia. Whenever I read in English the words would just float around the page, making it almost impossible for me to read. However, when Lord Kronos passed his knew law saying that all citizens must speak and wright in Ancient Greek, I already understood everything. When I told my mom how easy it was though, she told me to pretend I was having trouble. When the rest of the grade had a pretty good understanding of Greek, I started trying again, and found that my grades really improved when I could read.

At the moment, however I was on a bus, with the other twenty eight Lacertus kids in my class, being shipped to a museum in the city. We were currently studying the propaganda that the gods used during their rule. So of course, someone ha the idea that we should go see the lies for ourselves.

I was sitting next to a kid named Hayden Brown. He was a small kid with blonde hair and brown eyes. The two of us had banded together after the schools two bullies, Nancy Bobofit and her boyfriend, Sloan, had decided that the weird kid that supposedly had ADHA and dyslexia, but still got some of the best grades in the class and the small wimpy boy were the perfect targets.

Nancy and Sloan always bullied Hayden and I. The moment on the bus was no different. Nancy was throwing bits of her sandwich in Hayden's hair, while Sloan hissed threats into my ear about how badly he was going to beat me up if I didn't do his biology homework.

Every time I tried to punch one of the bullies however, Hayden would hold me back saying that I would get suspended if I beat either of the two up.

My history teacher, Mr. Grumton, was leading the field trip. He was an old cranky man, with grizzly hair and bad teeth. He spoke in a rough voice that was cause by all the cigars he had smoked over the years. Mr. Grumpton loved Titan rule. From what I could figure out, he was a convict in the state penitentiary before the Titans released him. Then they decided to let him work with kids. He was strict and was well known for turning students into the monsters if he found out that they didn't support the Titans.

Ms. Kerr, the perky blonde pre-algebra teacher, was also on the trip. She had taken over for Ms. Hallman around Christmas. Rumor has it that she was hauled off in the middle of the night by monsters, because Mr. Grumpton had caught her helping a demigod.

Mr. Grumpton was talking about the hidden propaganda in Greek funeral art. I was trying to pay attention, but I had ended up near the back of the group and Nancy was loudly making fun of a naked guy on one stele. I kept trying to tell her to shut up, but every time I did, Mr. Grumpton would glare at me for talking during his lecture.

"Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunt's rough voice cut through my thoughts. "Can you tell the class what propaganda is used in this picture?" He was pointing to one of the many drawings on the stele. Thank Metis (who had been freed for her imprisonment in Zeus's head before he was sent to Tartarus), I recognized it.

"That is a picture of Lord Kronos eating the gods. That picture was used to make the Titans seem cruel, when in fact; the Lord was only trying to stop the gods because they would have brought an end to the golden age, for both the mortals and the world. It is one of the many lies the gods used to make mortals worship them instead of the titans. These lies are also what caused many mortals to rebel against the Titans when they originally took control."

Everything I had just told Mr. Grumpton was the things that the new textbooks said. I personally didn't really believe any of it. 'Lord' Kronos was a horrible leader and the Titans were using their precious propaganda to get the mortals to support and pray to them instead of the gods. However, if I said any of this aloud, I would most likely be dragged off by blood thirst monsters

After Mr. Grumpton finished his lecture, we headed outside for lunch. That was when I first noticed them, a group of kids, all wearing the green and navy blue Yancy Academy uniforms that were standing off to the side. The weird part was that I had never seen any of them before.

The leader of the group seemed to be a girl with blonde princess curls that fell down the edge of her ribcage and calculating gray eyes. She was tall, maybe a couple of inches above me and very athletic looking. However, you could see the hardened look in her eyes that told you that she had been through some tough times.

The rest of the group consisted of a buff girl that had stringy brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to have a reddish shade to them. She was talking to a small, dainty girl with long dark brown and startling blue eyes. She was extremely pretty. There were also two boys with light brown hair, blues, and sly smiles. The looked like twins, except for the fact that one was about an inch taller.

"Hey, Hayden, do you recognize any of those kids over their?" I asked. He glanced over at the group and a look of recognition crossed his face, but disappeared so quickly I might have imagined it.

"I've never seen them before in my life," he said. I gave a look, but I decided to just continue outside. He figured that he would probably tell me what he was lying about at some point.

When we got outside Hayden and I sat on the edge of the fountain to eat our lunches. Nancy had started pelting different pigeons with pieces of her lunch, and I couldn't see the weird group of kids anywhere.

I looked out at the street and watched the cars drive by. It would be so easy to catch a cab and go home. I could see my beautiful mother again. I would put up with my disgusting step-fathers and would just make sure that he didn't hurt my mom while I was away.

She would be glad to see me, but also worried that I had left school. It was part of Titan policy that all mortals under the age of eighteen (in the upper two classes) had to attend school. The punishment may not be all that bad for ditching, but my mom always seemed to worry about me getting in trouble with them.

I was brought out of my train of thought by Nancy pouring her uneaten lunch all over Hayden. Why did see always have to do things like that? I could feel my temper rising and it sounded like the water in the fountain had begun to form waves that slapped against the cement walls. I listened to what the guidance counselor always told me. Control your anger, count to ten. 1, 2, 3, 4-

The anger passed. The water settled down and Nancy stood there looking mad that she hadn't managed to provoke me. I inwardly smiled to myself I hadn't done anything stupid, I wouldn't get in trouble and everything would turn out just fine.

Boy, I was wrong.

Everyone seemed to jump as the museum doors were thrown open. I turned and saw the girl, the one with the gray eyes standing there. Then she grabbed a Yankee's cap from her bag and disappeared when it touched the soft curls on her head.

A second later every alarm in the museum went off. Then all chaos broke loose. The students were screaming, Mr. Grumpton and Ms. Kerr were trying to figure out what has gone wrong, but all I could do was look over at Hayden, who was sitting shell-shocked, staring at the door of the building.

"Hayden. Dude, who was that?" I asked.

He looked over at me for a long second before standing up and running in the opposite direction.

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Well there you have it, the end of chapter 1. I realize that in general this was more of a filler chapter. Next one will be more interesting. Did you like that I decided to make Percy a friend (Grover can't be at Yancy because of the titans)? How do you think Hayden knows Annabeth? Why did he run away? How big of a part do you want Hayden to play? Ok, now it is beginning to sound like I am obsessed with my OC. Don't worry Percy is still my main character and always will be. I just know exactly what is going to have happen to Percy, while Hayden was a last minute addition that I made. His part is flexible enough to be larger or smaller, depending on what the reviewers think. Tell me your thoughts on the chapter. REVIEW!

~ELM

P.S. The next Chapter 2 should be posted before net Sunday (ie- November 13).