"Percy! Peruses Jackson! Get up! Your hellhound is climbing the Empire State Building!" Sally said. That got me up. I looked out the window, and sure enough, my pet hellhound, Mrs. O'Leary was climbing the Empire State building, and the strange thing is, nobody noticed. That was one funny thing about the mist, it worked wonders. I whistled, and Mrs. O'Leary came running over to me, squishing cars under her feet like nobody's business. When she reached the apartment balcony, she gave me a wet slobbery kiss. "Why is she here, Percy?" my mom asked. "Beats me." I said back. "Just, uggg, do something with her! I'm going back to bed. I don't want to see her when I wake up!" Sally said walking hazily back to bed. It was funny how my hellhound just pretended to be Godzilla and all she cared about was going back to sleep. Goes to show you how much we've been through.
Then, I heard a car screech to a stop. "You crazy hellhound!" I heard a familiar voice say. "Chiron!" I yelled, waving. Chiron started out as one of my sixth grade teachers, but really he is the centaur, half-horse, half-man camp activities director for Camp Half-Blood. He also keeps an eye on Mrs. O'Leary when I go home for the school year. He was in his motorized wheelchair, hiding his horse-half. "Hello Percy. Sorry to wake you. I told Mrs. O'Leary to come find you and she just took off!" he explained. "Why? What's wrong?" I asked. "Percy, you're needed back at camp." "What's going on? Who else is…?" "Grover, Tyson, Rachel, Annabeth, Nico, and a ton of others, including Thalia, the Hunters, and a few gods are already there. Percy, this is important." This was not a good sign.
I grabbed my backpack and dumped my books out on my floor. I quickly packed a couple shirts, pants, and undergarments. I also took a twenty dollar bill from the counter. It was probably Paul's, my step-father, but my whole family knew in times of crisis, it didn't matter. I also grabbed a few golden drachmas, or golden coins used as money for the gods. I grabbed the pen sitting on the nightstand by my bed and put it in my jacket pocket. It wasn't actually a pen, it transformed into Riptide, my three-foot celestial bronze sword. It was a monster killing machine. I took a pencil and a post-it note from the desk drawer and quickly scribbled a sloppy note to mom and Paul explaining my leaving. I left them a golden drachma so that my mom could Iris-Message me; I knew she would contact me one way or another, so anymore I help her out.
I scrambled out the door, still in my fuzzy pajama bottoms on, but at least I put on my orange "Camp-Half Blood" tee shirt. I met Chiron in the parking-lot. He was feeding Mrs. O'Leary something; I couldn't see what it was in the dark. "What's going on?" I asked. The motioned for me to get in the car and I did. As he started the engine, something occurred to me. "What about Mrs. O'Leary? She won't follow us." "Oh yes she will, Percy. Look out the back window." Sure enough, a squeaky toy twice the size of me was tied to the back of the car. It was a very silent ride.