Percy was lost.

Not literally, of course. He was sitting on his bed at Yancy Academy. Mentally, Percy had no idea what he was, where he was, or even who he was. All he knew was that he was just given a second chance – and the only person who knew about it was him.

And me, of course.

Right, and then there was Lavender, the depressed voice inside of Percy's head who was apparently him. She had absolutely no problem with confusing Percy, and had even less of a problem with calling him by his full name and avoiding contractions. Maybe one day she'd call him Percy.

Not a chance.

Percy was battling with himself, attempting to figure out what decision to take.

He wanted to throw Annabeth off of Olympus, but the good part of him felt like she also deserved a second chance, just like him. Well, maybe not just like him. The Fates probably wouldn't throw her back in time to fix her mistakes, like they did him.

Why in his father's name did they do that anyway?

His thoughts were interrupted by a certain satyr's alarm clock. Was it that time already? Was he up all night?

Yes, Perseus. You were awake all night long.

"Whoops."

Grover rolled to look in Percy's direction. "Do I actually not have to wake you up this morning?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "No, you old goat. I'm up." Percy quickly realized what he'd just said. He wasn't supposed to know Grover was a goat! "I'm going to go hop in the shower. We've gotta be at the museum in half an hour."

Grover apparently didn't realize Percy's slip-up, because he rolled over muttering something about enchiladas and fell back asleep.

Line Break (because you guys don't need to read about Percy's shower time.)

The bus ride was great. Nancy Bobofit was chucking pieces of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at Grover, so Percy decided to punch her right in the nose. Grover tried to stop him, of course, but he was Percy's friend. No one messed with Percy's friends.

No one actually saw him hit her, because, well, he actually didn't. He made the water bottle in Nancy's backpack burst, soaking both her and her backpack. Serves her right!

That was mean, Perseus.

"Who cares if it was mean? She deserved it!"

Grover looked at him like he had just randomly said something weird out loud. "What was mean, Perce?"

You know, I can hear your thoughts… you do not need to say anything out loud.

"Oh." Percy said stupidly.

I just said that you did not need to open your mouth to speak with me… Lavender said, sounding slightly annoyed.

Grover looked worried. "Oh what, Percy?"

He looked at Grover and did what he was best at – came up with a lame excuse. "Yeah, I was, uh, practicing for English. Yeah, English. We had this assignment where you had to say stuff randomly out loud and see how the people around you reacted. I'm going to get an A!"

Grover looked convinced. "Dang right you are!"

Are you done making a fool out of yourself now, Perseus?

Yeah, whoops…

A few minutes later, the bus stopped in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To Percy, it sounded like it could have been interesting. Except, he already knew everything Chir- I mean, Mr. Brunner, was talking about. I didn't say anything! No spoilers here!

Percy didn't say anything when Nancy snickered about the naked statues. He didn't feel like talking about Kronos today.

Mr. Brunner-Chiron decided it was a good time for lunch. Percy sat at the front steps of the museum, along with everyone else. He offered his apple to Grover, who gladly took it. That goat had a huge appetite…

Speaking of huge, Nancy Bobofit decided it'd be a great idea to dump her half-eaten lunch into Grover's lap. Who the hell even does that? Like, of all the things you could do to bully a goat in sixth grade, you dump your unfinished lunch in his lap?

You are getting off track, Retro.

Whoops.

Percy remembered that last time he did this, he got pissed and smacked Nancy with water, causing Mrs. Dodds to try and kill him, and that's when everyone started lying to him for his own "protection."

Well, not this time. This time, he decided to change it up.

"Hey, Mrs. Dodds?" The old math teacher looked in his direction. "Nancy just dropped a bunch of crap in Grover's lap. I think it's going to stain."

She scolded. "Trying to blame Miss Bobofit for your actions, Mr. Jackson? I don't think so. Come with me." She started up the stairs.

Percy sighed, and turned to an extremely worried Grover. "I'll be back in a few minutes, dude. I'll get this sorted out."

"Yeah, good luck, Jackson." Nancy sneered. "That's what you get for being a snitch!"

"Uh huh. Be right back, Nancy." Percy started up the stairs, following, Mrs. Dodds, who was already at the top. The narrator wondered how she got up there. Eh, she'd worry about explaining it later.

Percy followed Mrs. Dodds into the museum, waiting for a chance to strike. Once they arrived in the Greek and Roman section, Mrs. Dodds gave him an angry look. Percy just kind of stood there, waiting.

"Mr. Jackson. You've been causing us quite a few problems."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You will never get away with this, Percy Jackson."

He decided to play dumb. The less he knew, the better. "Get away with what?"

Mrs. Dodds gave a confused frown. "Do you actually not know?"

"I don't believe so, ma'am." This was different. She was definitely not confused last time.

"Oh. Well, in that case," She smiled. "I won't hurt you. What do you know about the Greek Gods, Percy?"

He shifted uneasily. Lavender, what should I do?

I think she wants to help you.

Why the heck would she want to do that?

I do not know, Perseus. Follow along. It might prove useful.

"Not too much. Zeus is the king of them, Hades and Poseidon were his brothers, and the rest of the council were Zeus' children. They rule the world and stuff." She looked at him thoughtfully. "In mythology!" He added on quickly.

"Well, Percy, I'm sure you will learn quite a bit more about them soon. Now, I have a task for you. Listen carefully. Ask your mother about a place called Camp Half-blood. I understand you do not have a way to contact her, so take this." Mrs. Dodds pulled a cell phone out of the air. "Don't worry, Percy, I know you know more than you let on. This won't attract any monsters." She handed the phone to him. "You can do everything on it that you could do on a normal phone, except it won't make everything within a ten mile radius want to murder you."

He took it graciously. "Thank you, Mrs. Dodds."

"You are most certainly welcome. As I was saying, ask her to take you to Camp Half-blood. She will obviously be confused, so it would be a good idea to wait until the summer begins. Mention someone named Poseidon," she winked at him. "She won't question why you want to go, or how you found out about it. This deodorant," She handed him a stick of deodorant. It was labeled, 'Retro Stick'. Underneath it, it said, "Attract girls, repel monsters. Double knockout!" "Will keep monsters away from you, if you choose to avoid them. And that… should be it." She smiled. "My phone number is in there, so if you need anything, Percy, please call. I'm always available." No, that was not Alecto hitting on Percy. He's twelve, dammit! Well, sort of. He was sixteen when he died, so, mentally, I guess, he's sixteen. No old chicks for him! "Now, I've got to give a certain redhead detention. You can head back to the group, Percy.

As he walked out with Mrs. Dodds, he saw Mr. Brunner standing outside the door, holding a pen from the tip like he was about to throw it. Percy pretended not to notice, and kept walking towards Grover, with a smile on his face. He'd just made a new ally! That's one more than he had the first time around…

Author's Note:

Hey guys! There's another chapter, up and running. Please tell me what you think in a review. It means a lot to me! Also, happy early Thanksgiving, if you live in America. If you don't, or it was earlier for you, then my bad, please don't be offended… Anyway, I've got stuff to do, chapters to plan. See you guys whenever I post the next chapter! Retro signing off. :)