Hey guys, I'm sorry I haven't been posting any chapters, I was having difficulties figuring out how to post the other chapters. Plus my computer is stupid, so whenever I would try to post the first chapter, it kept reposting the prouloge. I kept trying to edit the prouloge too, because I agree with AGymnast, I did give away too much information, it's a fanfiction after all. So, I'm giving you guys two chapters instead of just one J ß (I love how my computer does that!) This is my first fanfic, so I'm open for any critizism you give me. Unless you tell me you hate it and that I should kill myself, 'cause that's just messed up.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PJO!

Chapter 1

I read Greek

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I dragged myself out of bed and across the room just to smack my alarm clock and tell it to shut up. I grabbed a black marker and crossed out yesterday's date on my calendar. I wanted to fall back into bed and curl up under the warm blankets, but it was STAR testing week, and today was the history exam. I had been up since eleven p.m. just trying to study for it. I took out a white T-shirt with a rainbow peace sign and a pair of navy blue jeans. I went into the kitchen and ate a bowl of Captain Crunch. After that, I went back into my room, sat on my bed and pulled on my black converse-and-white converse. I then grabbed the necklace my uncle gave to me six years ago, and clipped it around my neck.

I looked at the clock. 7:15. I decided to leave before my mom woke up. I left her a note, slung my checkered black-and-white backpack over my shoulder, grabbed my favorite gray Nightmare Before Christmas Jack and Sally jacket, and headed off for school.

"Miss Turner!" a familiar voice screamed out at me. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and stretched only to find Ms. Statcher, my algebra teacher, staring down at me with her dark brown eyes.

Still half-asleep, I said "Wha…?"

Infuriated, my teacher yelled, "Answer number seventeen on page three hundred forty-four, NOW!"

That woke me up. I immediately opened my book and turned to page three hundred forty-four, desperately trying to find number seventeen. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"What?" I hissed back, without taking my eyes off the textbook.

"X = 4! The answer is X = 4!" Normally, I wouldn't take the answer from anyone without checking it first because it was usually a false answer, but this was Charlie talking to me, he had my back, so I said:

"X = 4?"

The teacher sighed. "Yes, Miss Turner, try not to fall asleep in class next time. Oh and Mr. Ross?" she said, looking at Charlie. "Don't give her the answers every time I call on her. She has a brain, she should use it." With that, she turned her back to the class and faced the whiteboard, moving on to problem eighteen.

"What is wrong with you today? It's fourth period and you're sleeping! You're usually awake by now!" Charlie whispered to me.

"It's difficult to study for a test when your dyslexia is acting up!"

"Well, I get that, but still…" I turned around to see Charlie's troubled face.

"Is something bothering you?" I asked.

"Miss Turner, please turn around, you're already behind." Ms. Statcher snapped at me. I hated Ms. Statcher! With a passion! She got on my nerves! I would've sat there, fuming on how annoyed she made me, but there was a folded piece of paper on my desk that wasn't there before. A note from Charlie, I assumed. I opened it up and put it on my desk. It read:

If something weird happens,

tell me about it or

call me or something, 'Kay?

It took me a while to actually read it because the letters kept floating off the page, but when I figured out what Charlie's note said, I sighed. He was being way too overprotective lately.

I wrote what's been going on with you lately? And passed it back to him.

"Umm…." I heard him say. I thought he was going to answer my question, so I turned around. He was just staring at the paper, confusion smeared all over his face. Then his eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Kimmy, but I can't read Greek!"

He showed me the note and pointed to the sentence I wrote down. Sure enough, it read:

Ti échoun na synechíso̱ mazí sou telef̱taía?

My eyebrows crunched together. I had never learned Greek! Yet, I had written it down on a sheet of paper... and I could read it!

I looked at Charlie, then back at the paper, then back at Charlie. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Wait," Charlie said, "Can you read that?"

I looked back at the paper and slowly nodded my head. I could read Greek-and ancient language that nobody uses anymore, but not English? How screwed up is that?

"Then I was right..." I heard Charlie whisper. I assumed he was talking to himself, but I had to ask.

"Charlie, what's going on?"

He studied my expressions, no doubt wondering weather he should spill the beans or not. I gave him my best You-Better-Tell-Me-What's-Going-Or-I'll-Break-Your-Skull face. He seemed to buy it.

"Ask Mrs. Moore to read you Perceus today at lunch."

"What?"

"I know it's your favorite, so before we leave, you should be able to hear it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not staying here, your coming to Camp Half-Blood with me."

I stiffened. Memories of my uncle came flooding back to me. I must have been blushing, because I felt my face getting hotter and hotter. "That's not funny." I told him sternly.

"Who said I was laughing? I always thought, but I wasn't sure until now..."

"What the heck is going on?"

"I know this seems strange and very sudden, but-"

"You think?" sarcasm filled my words.

"I don't expect you to understand yet..."

I glared at him. I couldn't believe this!

"Charlie. I'm sure I'll believe you. I watched you eat a pencil before for crying out loud!"

He blushed. "Beef jerky." He shook his furry head, "That's not the point! It's... complicated. Hard to explain on such short notice..."

"Complicated? What could possibly be so complicated that you couldn't even tell your best friend?"

"Well, for one thing, I don't exactly want to tell the entire class..." He pointed around the room. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was staring at me and Charlie, listening into our conversation. I immediately turned around, my face was bright red. Ms. Statcher broke the silence.

"If you two would be so kinds as to let the rest of the class learn, it would be most appreciated." She said, giving more emphasis on the words 'kind' and 'most.'

I didn't say anything. Neither did Charlie. I'm guessing we were both quiet for the same reason-we didn't want to make false promises.

After what felt like an hour of staring at us, the teacher finally turned around and continued onto problem nineteen.

Charlie leaned forward and whispered, "Don't' talk, just nod your head once if you can hear me."

I nodded my head.

"Okay, now, I don't expect you to believe me. In fact, you're probably going to think I'm lying, or it's a sick joke or..." His voice trailed off. That was one of my biggest pet peeves. If you have something to say, just say it! I cleared my throat, which got him back on track.

"Camp Half-Blood, Monsters, The Greek Gods, they're all real. There's a thing called The Mist. It's the veil that covers mortals' eyes from such things. Let's say a hellhound burst into this room right now. Mortals would see a cute dog, or even a poodle. So, that's why you don't know about this stuff. Your dad…. He's not dead Kimmy, he's immortal. He's a god. A Greek God."

I broke my promise. "What are you trying to tell me?"

He cleared his throat and said, "You're a demigod."