A/N Time for the beginning of the Penny Jackson story! You've already seen the setup….but you haven't seen the outcome. Disclaimer: Like Cassandra Clare, Rick Riordan is cooler than me. Why? I don't own Percy Jackson or his universe.

Chapter 1 In which I battle Snakezilla

Penny POV

Hey, half-bloods of the world. You ready for this? I know I sure am not, and I'm telling the story! Ahem. Okay. So it all started on October first. I was doodling.

I liked to doodle on all of my papers-I was ADHD and it helped me concentrate. Today the doodles were of a boy-in my head, he had black hair and green eyes. Yesterday it was all a girl with light blonde hair and gray eyes. But today-the boy was everywhere in my head. Then I realized something was going on outside of my head. Our English teacher, Mrs. Kirk, was yelling at me. Again.

"Penny! What is wrong with you?"

"Hmmmm?"

"You're not even paying attention!" she shouted, her ugly nose topped with glasses filling my vision. I could smell the sandwich she'd had for lunch on her foul breath . Ugh.

I thought about voicing all of this. Instead I said, "Yes, Mrs. Kirk."

Days like these I wonder if she just added the 'r' into her title to make herself seem more professional.

"Penny!" she shouted once more, then slapped me across the face.

My head was twisted sharply to the side. I slowly placed my hand on my cheek. I thought I saw something go blue. Oh no. You know the expression I saw red? Well, when I get angry, my vision goes blue. Completely blue. Some girls once told me that my eyes turned all blue too, but I didn't believe them.

"Oh, I know you did not just do that." I said slowly. Then the world went electric, and I was half blinded by the fact the filter in my eyes was blocking the red. I blinked, and it went down a bit. I felt the room temperature drop about four degrees. "Isn't that right?" my voice had tripled, and I thought I saw two people standing beside me, made of swirling blue sparks. Then my vision cleared more, and there was only one.

Mrs. Kirk growled almost ferally at me. Then she exploded.

A giant snake-monster thing roars where whe was standing. It made a fist with talons in, and punched the ground. A huge rift in the earth appeared, and the cracks spread towards my feet.

"Oh. Crap."

It swatted aside a girl's desk, crashing her into the wall, and knocked over a boy's chair, which he hopped out of and ran sceaming to the bathroom. Meanwhile, the rest of our class stood paralyzed, Mrs. Kirk stood behind me stuttering like no tomorrow, and I was standing in front of that thing with nothing but glowing eyes and maybe a box of Tic Tacs. No, actually they were Mentos. Silly Penny, there's a difference!

I grabbed the spear prop from our Shakespeare play and brandished it at it. I yelled, and threw the spear. It bounced harmlessly off its hide. It screeched and blew flames from its tongue.

"Lovely." I muttered.

Suddenly there was a flash of gold and a boy about twelve, my age, was using a sword to hack into the Snakezilla hide. "Lemons!" he yelled.

I put a hand on my hip. "Excuse me?"

"Citrus kills it! Lemons!"

Snakezilla burped, and I realized it had eaten Blondie's knife. It was almost comical, because the knife did not seem to be agreeing with Snakezilla, who burped again.

Blondie leapt to the stuffed stag's head adorning the area above the SmartBoard and yanked hard on the antlers. Two knives came out of the top. He tossed one to me, keeping one for himself, and kept hacking away at the monsters hide. I fumbled with the knife, trying not to cut myself on the sharp end. It was unlike any hunting knife I'd ever seen-it was long, dark bronze with a strange light about it, and wickedly sharp. But that wasn't what I needed to defeat Snakezilla.

Citrus. That's what kills it.

I didn't have any time to ask Blondie if artificial flavoring worked. I dug around in my pocket…and found what I was looking for.

I vaulted over an upturned desk and fell hard to Snakezilla's nose, sliding down the sleek scales. When Blondie got too close and Snakezilla opened its mouth to blast him, I shook the entire canister of Lemonade Mentos gum inside.

The monster exploded into yellow dust, crumbling into the wind. I fell off the powder that was formerly Snakezilla's nose and hurtled towards the ground at fifty miles per second. I fell into the boy's arms. "Hi." I said awkwardly.

He dumped me on the ground. "Hi." His gray eyes were intense, like he was analyzing my every move.

I reached my hand up, partially for assistance and partially for manners. "Penny Jackson."

He helped me up, a tight grip on my hand. "Alex Chase."

I heard a distant roar, like Snakezilla was trying to come back. Alex tensed. He gulped, then grabbed my wrist. "We need to get you to camp."

A/N

Okay, so I know what you're all wondering-is Penny a daughter of Poseidon? I will answer that question now- no. What fun would that be? Please Read and Review!