What was my reaction to that, you ask? Well I'm only the BIGGEST fan of Percy Jackson, so it may have included the following:

a) Hyperventilation

b) Repetition of the name "Percy Jackson

c) Ear-splitting screams of excitement

d) Hair pull-out of excitement

e) Faint of excitement

f) Karate kicks—just to show off my moves

g) All of the above, repeated in various ways

But one question remained: How was this possible? It made sense. The pen—Riptide. The way the water looked so weird around this kid. The way he was pretty much dry. It explained how he looked and sounded so familiar. But at the same time it made no sense whatsoever.

"But—but you're a character," I spluttered. "From the books!"

The kid who was supposedly and coincidentally named Percy Jackson stared at me in confusion. "I'm… what? What books?"

"The books!" I shouted. "The series. Percy Jackson and the Olympians."

He paled. "Olympians?"

"Yeah," I said. "You know. The Lightning Thief, the Sea of Monsters, the Titan's Curse—"

"What?" he asked, eyes wide. "You're mortal—how do you know this? Who are you?"

"I just—they're books!" I said. "I brought one with me. I can show you right now."

I started swimming back to where my parents were, and Percy followed. I'd brought the Sea of Monsters with me to Oceans of Fun—I was rereading it for the millionth time.

I still couldn't believe this was happening. I still thought I was dreaming, or hallucinating, or maybe some of my mom's I.N.S.A.A.N.E (I'm Not Sane At All, Never Ever) syndrome was rubbing off on me.

But it didn't matter. The fact that Percy Jackson was right next to me slowly started to sink in and the edges of my vision started blacking out, like I might faint again.

Finally, I got to the pool chairs and found my cursed father eating the last piece of fried chicken from a plastic plate.

"Sorry, honey," my dad said to me. "You said 'fried chicken' earlier, and I just caved."

I glared at him.

I remembered Percy Jackson.

I got over it and started looking for my book. But I couldn't find it.

"Mom," I said. "Where's my book?"

She looked up from her magazine. "Which book, darling?"

"My… book! The Sea of Monsters!"

"You didn't bring a book, Quinnie. And I don't like you reading about monsters. It's bad for your psychological health." She stared at Percy, who was standing next to me uncomfortably. "Who is this?"

"Yes I did too bring a book!" I shouted. "Remember? Just now, I was reading it and then you started complaining that I was reading too much and then…" I glared at her. "Mom, seriously, where did you put it?"

"I'm not joking, Quinn, I didn't touch your book. And you were never reading. You went straight to the pool."

I made my mom look at me directly and tell me she didn't take it. I could tell she was telling the truth, because when she's lying, her eye begins to twitch and then she starts spazzing out.

I turned to Percy. "I don't understand. I brought the book! I did—it was right there."

He narrowed his eyes at me and then at my parents. He started to say something, but then I got a wicked idea.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I just turned fifteen. Why? How old are you?"

"Fourteen, but that's not relevant," I said. I pulled him away from my parents to somewhere private behind a few trees to talk.

"The books that I read are about your life since you were twelve," I informed him. "And so far, I know everything that's going to happen to you until you're about sixteen."

He looked confused, weirded out, and a little bit scared. "Okay. Tell me about the books."

"There's the Lightning Thief, where Zeus's lightning bolt got stolen and he blamed it on your dad. It was when you first found out you were a demigod. So you went on a quest to retrieve the bolt. You thought that Hades was the one that took it. But his Helm of Darkness was missing too. And then you found out that Ares had taken the bolt and the helm, and then Kronos…"

I slowly stopped talking because Percy was pale and he looked really nervous.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He nodded. Then he shook his head. "Keep going."

"Hold on," I said. "I have one request."

He waited.

"If this is all real… do you think you could take me to Camp Half-Blood?"

Percy hesitated. "I think I have to. You need to talk to Chiron, if you know what's going to happen to us and the camp."

"Chiron," I squealed. "Awesome! I can't believe this is happening! And I get to meet Grover. And Tyson and Annabeth! Man, I have so much to tell her." I winked at Percy and he looked nervous all over again. "The books are written in your point of view, so I know all your thoughts."

"This is really weird," Percy muttered. Then he looked at me hopefully. "So, if you know so much… can you tell me how it all ends?"

I hesitated. I was about to tell him, but I thought better of it. "I don't think I should. It might change everything."

I remembered, in the Sea of Monsters, how Annabeth told Percy that when a hero learns about the future, he could try to change it and everything goes wrong.

Percy sighed.

Under all my giddiness, I started feeling hopeful. All the people that died in the series… all the mistakes… I could fix them. I knew how it was going to end. And then the Heroes of Olympus series. I knew what was going to happen to Percy, and where Hera would be. I could change a lot for the better.

I felt a teeny bit scared.

But then I felt powerful.

And then I felt awesome!