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Have you ever noticed that in the stories it's always a male who saves the world and it's always the girl who needs saving. Well, this is about a girl who saves the world from her crazy family, multiple times.

To be honest I would have been happy if none of these events had ever happened. But unfortunately, life rarely ever goes the way you want it to. Trust me on that one. But I am proud to say that I'm alive after all this time. I honestly didn't think I would be.

I never even wanted to be a demigod, but I guess I am happy with being one. Even though it's dangerous and get's you killed in gruesome ways. It's the life I live.

But before I go any further and tell you my story, I guess I should warn you first.

If you feel as though you recognize yourself in this story, I'm begging you, stop reading. Just hope your mom or dad will tell you the truth soon and take you to camp. If you still continue they'll sense it and they'll find you.

But if this story is just one more action story or just a mere piece of fiction, written for your own enjoyment, keep reading. I envy you for being able to believe all you're about to read never happened.

Please don't ignore my warning, otherwise you could die.

My name is Chrysanthe Jackson, but I prefer Chris.

And up until recently, I was just an average 12 year old girl going to Yancy Academy for troubled kids.

Am I a troubled kid? I guess you could call me that.

But I can't exactly say my school record is spotless, far from it actually. It hasn't been since, well, my first day of school really, and now it seems like that was an age ago.

To prove it to you, during my fifth-grade school trip to the Saratoga battlefield, I had a little accident with a war cannon. And in my defense I wasn't aiming towards the school bus, I was aiming for my history teacher and I didn't think the cannon would be loaded. But of course I was expelled.

Then in fourth-grade, my class took a behind the scenes tour of marine world and I accidentally hit the wrong lever. Let's just say that the class took an unexpected swim. That wasn't my fault a guy named Joey pushed me into it (and the sharks only went after him… and the teachers), but of course no one believed me and they sent me packing.

Then before that… Well I think you get the idea.

Anyway at the moment I was stuck in a yellow bus filled with 20 or so mental case kids, heading towards the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan to look at Greek and Roman stuff.

It didn't sound like it would be interesting or fun but my Latin teacher Mr. Brunner was leading the trip, so I had hopes. Also I was traveling with 20 mental cases, I was hoping for some sort of break down.

Mr. Brunner had matted brown hair and wore a frayed tweed jacket that always smelled of coffee. But his lessons were the only ones in the school whose lesson didn't put me asleep.

He had us running up to the blackboard to write as many Greek and Roman names we could think of, while he swung up a sword around his head like a mad man, threatening to use it on us if we got anything wrong (this was easy for me since my mom used to read me Greek myths every night before bed.) So, I was actually looking forward to the trip.

But the one thing I was dreading was the fact that my math's teacher Mrs. Dodds would be joining us to help Mr. Brunner look after us kids, well, that's what she claimed at least. Mrs. Dodds was the worst teacher I have ever had.

She had her hair up in a tight bun that seemed glued to her head, and permanently wore a leather jacket with matching trousers that looked like second skin to her. She had instantly fallen in love with the school's freckled faced, red haired kleptomaniac Nancy Bobofit when she had stuck chewing gum to the back of my friend Grover's coat.

Now, instead of yelling at Nancy like any other sane teacher would, she found a way to blame me instead. This kind of explains why I hate her so much and at the same time suspected that Nancy was secretly Mr. Dodds, she has the beard for it.

Nancy and I on the other hand, had been enemies since the first time we met. I'm not exactly sure what I did to her, but it was enough for her to hate my guts… maybe it was calling her Mr. Dodds in front of the entire class.

Anyway back to my friend, Grover Underwood. He was a scrawny looking kid, with some kind of muscle disease in his legs, which had him excused from P.E for life. But this unfortunately made him an easy target for Nancy's bullying.

That brings us back to the bus, where I had to watch Nancy pelt Grover with chunks of her peanut butter and ketchup sandwiches.

"I'm going kill her!" I growled, already halfway out of my seat, ready to punch Nancy into next year.

"Don't Chris." Grover said, grabbing onto my arm trying to pull me back onto my seat. "You're already in enough trouble with the headmaster as it is. Besides I like peanut butter."

"With ketchup?" I asked disgusted. "Who even eats that?"

He shrugged and started to pick out pieces of the sandwich from his curly hair, trying to keep as much dignity as he could with peanut butter in his hair. I didn't like it, but I did what he wanted me to do, and sat as quietly and as calmly as a kid with ADHD could.

Mr. Brunner rolled at a leisurely pace through the museum as we followed him, listening as he talked with enthusiasm about all the artifacts. I found it really interesting to learn about all of these things, but it was getting harder to understand what he was saying from the amount of giggling coming from Nancy and her idiot friends. I tried to ignore them out, but it was becoming an impossible task.

"There are twelve Olympian Gods. The big three are the brother's Zeus, Poseidon and Hades." Mr. Brunner pointed to each statue that was supposedly meant to be the Grecian Gods, "While the gods were know for their incredible power, they were also know for their rivalry. They were said to always be fighting, always threatening war."

I touched the comb in my hair, hearing the name Poseidon reminded me of the man who gave it to me; now that I am older I wondered why he did. I mean all the jewels on it are real and it was probably worth thousands but he gave it to me.

I took it with me everywhere and almost never took it off. Whenever I thought about it I always remembered what he made me promise, if I ever get in trouble to push down on the butterfly's head. I still don't know what he meant by trouble, but I always remembered it because when I make a promise I keep it.

The rest of Mr. Brunner's speech was drowned out, by the annoying, nasally laugh of Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I tried to ignore them and try to listen to Mr. Brunner, but Nancy's jabbering seemed to be getting louder with every second.

"Will you shut up?" All eyes turned to me as I shouted at Nancy, something I hadn't really meant to do.

"Miss. Jackson, I'm sure if you have your own opinion, the class will be glad to hear it." I turned around to face Mr. Brunner. I'm pretty sure my face resembled a tomato at the moment.

"Sorry sir. I hadn't meant to shout." He nodded at me before moving away to face an old picture of a man eating babies.

"Well in that case, do you mind telling us what this picture represents?" He indicated to the painting, which I was able to recognize it easily.

"That's Kronos, the king Titan, and he's eating his kids, Hestia, Hades, Hera, Demeter, Poseidon and what he thought was Zeus, He did this because of a prophecy that said his children would over throw him but his wife Rhea swapped Zeus with a stone and took him to the mountains until he was older. When Zeus was old enough he, using a mixture of mustard and wine, caused his father to barf up his brothers and sisters, who were at that time fully grown since they were immortal" Collective groans came from most of the girls in the class while the boys starting whispering to their friends about how 'wicked' or 'cool' it must have been to see something like that. I wanted to smack the guys, it wasn't cool they all had to grow in their dad's stomach because there mom was playing favorites.

"Quite everyone, Miss. Jackson please continue." I nodded to Mr. Brunner in thanks.

"After this there was a war in which the Titans either chose to fight or stand down letting the Gods take their places. Using Hades' Helm of darkness, Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightning bolt they fought the Titans winning, cutting Kronos into pieces and sentencing the other Titans to various punishments, and if you believe the myths they are still ruling today"

"Well done, Miss. Jackson," Mr. Brunner was about to continue speaking when Nancy whispered, or tried to anyway, to her friends

"Why do we have to learn this? It's not like when we go for a job interview they'll ask 'Please explain why Kronos eat his children'."

"Excellent question Miss. Bobofit," I smirked slightly at Nancy's expense.

Grover muttered, "Busted."

"Miss. Jackson, would you please explain to Miss. Bobofit why you are expected to know this."

"Like I said if you believe the myths they are still ruling today." He smiled warmly.

"Well, full credit Miss. Jackson. Enough about that for the time being, I suggest you all make your way back to the entrance to have your lunches. We will continue this in one hour."

Grover and I followed the behind everyone else, making sure we wouldn't get in the way of the boys who kept trying to messing around with each other, pushing their friends into the way of anyone who was unlucky enough to be in the museum at the same time as us. Poor people.

"Miss. Jackson stays behind please."

"I'll save you a seat." I thanked him and turned around to face Mr. Brunner.

"If this is about me shouting when you were speaking, I'm really sorry. I would've silently punched her if I wasn't probation."

"I forgive you for that. But it wasn't the reason why I had called you back." He said with a smile.

"Then what is it?"

He started going on about how I should start trying to improve my grades and concentrate harder in other classes. He said he would be disappointed to see me leave this year because of how bad my work was, which I think seemed a bit unfair.

I was working hard, and I was getting even help from my teachers, but it was really hard to concentrate during classes when you have ADHD and can't even read what's in front of you. But all the same I promised to try my hardest, even though I knew that my hardest, probably wasn't the best. Mr. Brunner looked at the stele that was in the corner of the room with sad eyes, like he had been at the girl's funeral.

"Why don't you head outside and make the most of the hour. I'm sure Grover is waiting for you. Besides, it looks like it's going to rain."

Mr. Brunner's prediction about it going to rain looked as though it might come true. Dark clouds rolled over head, blocking out the sun that had been shining down on us for the entire morning. The funny thing was, no one seemed to notice, people kept walking through the busy streets as though the weather was perfectly fine.

Grover and I were seated at the edge of the fountain that stood outside the museum, far away from the other kids, mainly because we wanted to seem a little bit normal to the passing tourists who were walking in and out of the museum. And compared to how everyone else was acting, that was pretty normal. Nancy was trying to pickpocket an old lady's bag, and as usual Mrs. Dodds turned a blind eye on what was happening.

When I had sat down, Grover had turned to me immediately,

"Detention?"

"What, from Mr. Brunner? Na, I don't think I have ever seen him give detention to anyone and I am best in his class."

"Lucky. What did he want to talk about then?"

"Not much just asked me to work harder and improve my grades. Something about expecting great things from me," Grover looked at me with a strange glint in his eyes as though he didn't expect anything less.

Before I could question him about it he pushed his apple in front of my face."Do you want this? I'm not really hungry."

I thanked him and took the apple away from him, not really bothering to think about the way he had looked at me. We sat in silence for a while and I stared down the busy streets of Manhattan, thinking about how close I was to home.

It would be easy enough to grab a taxi and get away from here, probably go to Murray's at least. But then I realized two things. One, I didn't have enough money and two, I would miss Grover. I was brought out of my thoughts by a red blur.

"Oops." Nancy Bobofit smirked as she tipped the rest of her lunch onto Grover's lap.

I tried to keep calm and do what the school's councilor had told me to do whenever I got mad, take deep breaths and think of something that made me smile. But I was so mad my mind was completely blank.

All I remembered, was that one minute Nancy was in front of us smirking like crazy, then the next she was on her butt in the middle of the fountain screaming her head off, something along the line of, 'Chris pushed me! She pushed me"

But I could barely hear her. I was in shock, how could have happened? I didn't even move. My ears started picking up bits of other conversations that the rest of the class was having as they stared at the fountain wide eyed.

"Did you see-"

"The water it just-"

"-Looked like it grabbed her"

Mrs. Dodds went straight to see Nancy, who was practically hysterical, and help her out of the fountain. Promising to get her a new pair of pants from the museum gift shop, before she turned to me, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Chrysanthe Jackson," I nodded my head slowly before looking towards the ground, expecting the worst.

"Follow me." Her sickly sweet voice commanded. Unfortunately for me, when she speaks like that to me, I know I'm in serious trouble.

With my still glued to the ground I got up slowly, only to be held back by Grover.

"I'm the one who pushed Nancy, not Chris. Why would –"

"Enough!" I jumped in shock at the harshness of her words. Poor Grover looked as though he might wet his pants.

But either way, he still persisted, "But she didn't-"

"You will stay here. Is that clear Mr. Underwood?" He nodded and shakily sat back down. I smiled as best as I could at Grover

"Grover it's fine, really. Thanks for trying though." I whispered the last part to him. "And besides, the only thing she can do is give me detention."

Grover looked like he was about to protest, but couldn't say anything as Mrs. Dodds shrieked, and I mean shrieked, it sounded like nails on a blackboard, I shuddered at the thought.

"Sometime today would be nice Miss. Jackson." I looked up expecting to see Miss. Dodds a few feet away from me but found she was at the top of the stairs, near the museum entrance.

How did she get there so fast?

I walked as quickly as I could towards the entrance, fearing, in my haste, that if I ran I would end up tripping and falling onto my face. I did that a lot, I am clumsy.

Looking back at it, I now realize that it probably would have been better if I had fallen on my face instead.

Looking around I realized that she wasn't at the top of the stairs, like she had been moments before. Figuring she had already gone into the museum, I stepped inside.

Not seeing her nearby I called out, "Mrs. Dodds?"

"Did you really think you'd get away with it?" I looked around confused still no seeing her anywhere, so I figured it would probably be a good idea if I looked around the different rooms to see if I can find her.

"It was an accident; I don't even remember pus-"

"Don't play dumb with me honey," I followed her voice back to where the Greek and Roman artifacts were, she was standing in front of one of the statues, playing with the sleeves of her jacket, "That act you put on every day may fool everyone else, but it doesn't fool me."

"What act? Mrs. Dodds, I don't know what you're talking about!" She spun around quickly to face me, her mouth turned up into a snarl.

"Where is it?" I shook my head confused,

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Tell me where it is and I'll make your death go by quicker. But if you don't," She looked at me with hunger. I started backing away from her. My hand went to my comb.

"Death? Is this some kind of joke?" I looked around expecting people to jump out from behind corners laughing at how terrified I must look, only as I looked around I realized something, we were alone.

"Where is it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Mrs. Dodds crouched low into a predatory stance before jumping high into the air and exploded into this huge leathery looking bird.

"Oh my," I turned around and started to run towards the exit, only to find my way blocked by the thing that used to be Mrs. Dodds.

By instinct, I removed my comb from my hair and pushed down on the head of the butterfly. It changed into a three foot long bronze sword.

Mrs. Dodds started to charge at me. Something in me obviously knew what to do, so I swung the sword in front of me and watched as a huge gash appeared at her side. But instead of dropping dead like anything normal, she burst into dust.

I stood paralyzed for a few moments staring at where Mrs. Dodds, now a pile of dust, once stood. I looked down at the sword in my hand, and was surprised to see that the sword was now once again my comb.

"This is too weird to real. It must be a dream," I nodded my head, believing what I had just said to myself. "Yeah, it was a dream. Just a dream."

But somehow, a part of me knew, that this was defiantly not a dream. But for my sake, I ignored this part of me and started to make my way outside. I stopped at the door and looked back around the room as I clipped the comb back into place in my hair. Walking outside I tried to ignore the one thing going through my mind, Fury.

Give me feed back people.