Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I mean, I'm eleven. Seriously.
Sam Puckett POV
OH MY GODS.
I mean, I've heard plenty of stories about the Throne Room of Olympus, but…whoa. It's even better than…you know, I can't even compare ribs with this anymore because it's like…better than anything I've ever seen. It even smells good! And I'm also guessing that these people are like the gods or something…something along those lines. Don't blame me. I'm not very good with school, class, learning in general—unless it's about how to kill a very annoying person with a fork. Back to the point. I'm Sam Puckett. I lived a nice life. I had my friends, Carly, maybe Fredward, T-Bo, Spencer, Natalia, Cole, and Heather (Natalia, Cole, and Heather are people I made up as part of Sam's gang.) I had lots of random fun with iCarly and with Cat, Dice, and Goomer. But now it's all gone. Thay go on with their lives, and I go on with mine. Now I'm Grave, the lieutenant of the assassin of Chaos. The assassin was one a kind soul, but something, I'm not sure what, happened in his life. But I know there's one thing in common for both of us: We both love ribs.
Flashback to 5minutes ago
"Oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods what am I gonna do I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die what am I gonna do what am I gonn—"
"Hey, Jackson! What in the world are saying?"
"Uh…..nothing."
"Mm hmm."
"Yeah. Nothing…hehe"
"Why won't you tell me?"
"Why won't you tell me your back story?"
"Yeah…I kinda asked you first…so go ahead kiddo."
"Well…why don't I keep to myself and you keep to yours?"
"Fine. But I will find out one way or the other."
Flashback End
Now that I think about it…the blond chic with punker clothes (Aphrodite; she looks the way everyone thinks as pretty) said something about Percy…could it be a coincidence? Probably not. Same chic said that he had someone named Annabeth or something., and Percy would mutter about 'Annabeth' in his sleep. And, just so you know, I don't stalk. I only videotape to blackmail. Hee hee. J I'm going to have to talk to him. This will probably involve blue jellybeans, water, a knife, and some ribs. Oh, and a burrito. With chicken in it. Yum. 3