Of course, zynaofthenight owns PJO, right?

*Rick Riordan walks in* "What did you say?"

Er…I said that zynaofthenight DOES NOT own PJO. Hehe…

Daughter of Poseidon

Look. I don't care what you say, but I'm definitely not some perfect little girl who knows everything.

Yeah, so I've got flawless skin the color of milky cream, deep sea-green eyes, and a dazzling smile, but I'm not perfect. Sure, my beautiful wavy and long black hair is the envy of all the girls.

But I'm not perfect.

See, I have dyslexia and ADHD. It really is quite annoying, and is my imperfection. Otherwise, I'm a quiet, well-behaved girl who is really good at swimming, and is liked by all the boys. I know that every guy in my classes has a huge crush on me, and that every girl wants to be just like me.

But I'm not perfect. Why won't people understand that?

When my friends tell me that they want to be just like me, I laugh bitterly and tell them, "You wish. If only you knew…"

I'm different. I'm haunted. I'm chased. I have a ninety-nine percent chance that I will die at any time.

I'm a half-blood.

It all started like this.

…

So here I was, sitting at my desk, listening to my teacher talk about Greek mythology. I love Greek mythology, because I've always felt a special connection with the gods. Weird, right?

"The Greek Gods had many mortal children," said Mr. Brunner, my teacher. "And they always will…"

He gave me that piercing gaze he often gave me whenever he said that.

The intercom crackled to life. "Mr. Brunner, will you please send Amethyst Jackson to the office?"

"Amethyst?" Mr. Brunner asked. "You'd better get going."

I stood up. "Alright, sir." What could they possibly ask of me?

As I passed by my teacher, he snuck something in my hand. As I walked into the hall, I realized that he had given me a pen.

A pen? What could I use a pen for?

As I entered the office, I noticed a heavily armed security guard.

"Amethyst Jackson," he growled.

"Yes?" I asked. I had that knack of knowing exactly what to answer.

The man roared, and turned into a hydra.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. "A hydra!" I quickly looked at the pen in my hand. I suddenly knew exactly what to do.

It was a sword. Of course. Anyone would know that.

I uncapped the pen quickly, then rammed it into the hydra's necks. Pretty soon, it dissolved into monster dust.

I capped the sword. "Wow."

A muffled shout came out, and I turned, surprised. Standing in front of me was a boy who looked like he could be my twin.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed. "How did you do that? Hydras can't be killed like that! You must have some great important power to be able to kill it in one thrust!"

I blushed. "It was nothing. I just know how to. It's really weird."

He nodded solemnly. "Come with me. I think you're a half-blood. A daughter of one of the gods."

"Really?" I asked. "I—wow, I'm really amazed."

He looked at me. "I think you're a daughter of Poseidon. I mean, you look extremely like me. I'm a son of Poseidon. Do you like water?"

"Oh yes!" I said happily. "Especially swimming!"

He grinned. "Then come on!"

So we went to Camp Half-Blood.

…

"Wow! You look so amazing!"

I smiled a bit. "Thanks for the compliment, but really, I'm not that great looking." I lowered my eyes to seem modest.

The gray-eyed girl shook her head. "No, no! Really, Amethyst, you look wonderful!"

"Well, thank you…"

"My name's Annabeth," she said. "I'm so glad you're Percy's sister. Percy's my boyfriend." She looked very proud to say that.

"Really!" I gushed. "That's amazing! Percy seems to be a really nice guy. How nice to have a person like him for a boyfriend."

She beamed. "Hey, do you want to go to the beach? We can see your 'daughter of Poseidon' skills."

"Oh, yes!" I cried. "I've always wanted to do see! Let's go!"

We ran to the beach, and Annabeth and I jumped into the waves.

"Can you walk through that wave?" Annabeth asked. "I want to see."

"Of course," I said, totally confidant. "Just you watch."

I began to wade in the water until I reached a huge wave. "Watch!" I yelled, then plunged in.

I didn't notice that my feet were soaking wet and dripping water.

…

Annabeth watched the pretty girl jump into the waves. "She's going to do it!" she muttered to herself. "Wow. This is really cool."

Suddenly, there was a burly security guard next to her.

"Hey Argus," said Annabeth contentedly. "Watch Amethyst. She's the new daughter of Poseidon."

Argus's eyes bulged out, and he ran off hurriedly.

"Huh," said Annabeth. "I wonder why."

"ANNABETH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

This time, Rachel Elizabeth Dare was speeding across the sand, a panicked expression on her face.

"Huh?"

"SHE ISN'T A DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON!"

"But—she looks exactly like Percy!"

"SHE's NOT EVEN A HALF-BLOOD!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Amethyst…is just…a Mary-Sue…" panted Rachel. "She's…not a real…half-blood. Just…an imitation."

Annabeth covered her mouth in horror. "Oh my gods! We have to save her from drowning!"

Rachel pointed to a faraway figure. "Argus is doing that."

Annabeth watched in morbid fascination as a girl was tossed up and down in the ocean, looking like she was about to drown.

There were a million things Annabeth could have said at that moment, ranging from 'we need to help her!' to 'I hope Argus saves her,' but all she could say was one word.

"Oops."

…

Amethyst was taken away, and no one ever heard of her again. Some say she was kidnapped, some say she just stopped existing since her devious Mary-Sue nature had no use anymore.

Whatever the reason, the campers at Camp Half-Blood could take a breath of relief now. Who knows what an imitation daughter of Poseidon could have done to quite a few demigods…

Hahaha, I love how she's like, "But I'm not perfect." It just shows how ironic that phrase can be.

Review please :D

Next up: "Truth or Dare."