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An environmentalist? A tree hugger? A hippie? Eh. Those work, I guess. But I prefer the term activist. An environmental activist. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. I suppose being an activist is like telling people to wake up. Wake up and smell the stink. Literally. Smell the pollution in the air. If the world goes on like this, our lungs are gonna seem like we've all been smoking 6 packs a day for 5 years. And the trees! Oh... the trees! The poor trees...

But before I start ranting about corporate lumberjacks, I should stop. And there's a reason I should stop. Because it's dinner time. And dinner is the most important meal of the day. Next to breakfast, morning snack number 1, morning snack number 2, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack number 1-3, pre-dinner, after-dinner snack number 1&2, and dessert.

"So, Jason, do you want to go?" My dad asked me.

"Do I want to go?! Of course I want to go!" I answered. An environmental justice rally, right here in New York? Hell yes.

"Alright, it's tomorrow," My dad told me, "Blake is coming too." I tried not to roll my eyes. Blake is my 12-year-old brother. He'll disagree with me if I say the sky is blue.

"Don't give me that face. He is a part of this family," Dad said sternly.

"Fine," I said, getting up, "Thank you, Dad. I love you."

"I don't care about J's stupid rally! ...Frank and Hazel want me to come to Camp for train- chores!" Blake was arguing with Dad.

"Blake. Gregory. Walker." Even though I was in a different room, I could tell my dad was doing that face that says, Don't say another word. Or there will be... repercussions. "You will come with us. I'm sure Hazel and Frank will understand. Go upstairs."

I heard Blake stomping up the stairs. I wish they would tell me who Frank and Hazel are. Or what 'Camp' Blake goes to. He's always shoving it in my face, 'It's so fun there! And Frank and Hazel are the best! Too bad you can't go...' Whatever I don't want to go to a stupid camp for hyperactive kids.

Surely Blake being there wouldn't interrupt anything. I mean, yeah, he's been kicked out of 9/8 schools (don't ask), but the universe doesn't hate me that much, right? Right?

We're here. This has been my dream since I could dream. And now I'm going to go to a rally. A real rally.

"Jason!" My dad snapped me out of my euphoria.

"Yeah, Dad?" I turned around on the hotel room's bed.

"J, I've been thinking a lot, and I've made the decision that... that I shouldn't come with you. This is something you've really been looking forward to, and I don't want to slow you down. Plus, you're in high school, 17-years-old, you can handle yourself and be responsible," Dad said gently, but I saw right through it.

"This is about Blake, isn't it?" I said in an accusing tone, "Blake doesn't want to go and you don't want him to get lonely." I emphasised 'lonely' with mockery.

Dad sighed. "Okay, if you want to hear it from me, yes, this is about Blake-"

"I knew it!"

"-But that doesn't mean everything I just said isn't true. You're almost a man now and this is a great chance to show me how mature you can be. And, this is something you've been begging me for. I would just slow you down: I'm old."

I smiled a bit. "Yeah, you are." I paused. "I'll handle myself, Dad."

"I know you will," My dad pulled me into a bro-hug.

I walked. I held my sign. I shouted. This was what it was like trying to make a difference.

"First time?" A guy next to me on crutches asked.

"Yeah, you?" I asked. He looked like a master of those crutches, he was keeping the steady pace we were at. He was also wearing a large rasta style hat.

He chuckled a bit. "Far from it. I'm Grover."

"Grover? I feel like my brother was talking about someone named Grover..." I mused, not realising I was talking aloud.

"Huh. That is strange. Not too many Grovers out there. Your name?" Grover asked.

"Oh! Yeah, Jason," I registered that I was being rude.

Grove chuckled, "I have a friend named Jason, great dude... hey... wait, what's your last name?"

I looked at him strangely. "Um... Walker?"

Grover grinned, "I know your little brother, Blake! He goes to my camp! Talks about you all the time... Wait..." He trailed off, his grin long gone. He was thinking.

"Wait what?" Grover seemed like a cool guy, maybe even a friend, but someone claiming to know my brother was pretty insane.

"No. No, they have to be a-adopted, right... Too old... Does smell a bit strange, though..." Grover was muttering under his breath like a crazy man.

"Grover?" I waved my hand in his face.

"Jason." He looked me dead in the eye. "Is Blake... how do I put this... really your brother?"

Well, this guy has tact, I thought sarcastically. I sighed. "No. When I was around... two, my rea-biological dad left me with his brother, Owen Richardson, who is my father." I finished firmly. Owen Richardson is my father, period. No doubt about it. He's actually there unlike my real deadbeat father.

"And your mother...?" Grover furrowed his eyebrows like he was trying to get the information out of me with sheer willpower.

I thought for a minute. "I... I guess I never knew my mum. No memory of her. I mean, when I really look back... I think of this... glow. A warm glow." Why was I spilling my guts to a guy I just met?

"Warm glow? Percy said... something... a glow? ... contact Chiron?... just take him to Camp?... yeah, probably." I heard a little of his mumbling this time.

"Look man, you're not taking me anywhere," I told him confidently. But I couldn't help but be curious, if Grover was talking about Blake's Camp...

"Look, I get it, if I were in your position, I'd have already bolted by now. But I need you to come with me. You can check with your dad if you want to," He added, seeing my stubborn expression.

"C'mere," Grover waved me over to a dirty puddle in the middle of the road. He threw something coin-shaped into the puddle and I stared.

"Iris... rainbow... Owen Robinson... Street." I began backing away slowly. Talking to a filthy puddle? That's the limit.

I saw a shimmer mid-air. My dad? "No way," I whispered to no one in particular. I'm hallucinating. That's the only explanation. I've snapped. My dad's eyes darted to Grover and he nodded like you would when you except bad news.

"J, go with Grover. Trust him. I'll explain later. I promise. I'm proud of you, son," Dad looked me in the eye in a way that made it hard to look away.

Grover looked at me in that 'I told you so' way. Dad lashed out with his hand and I flinched, thinking he'd actually gone to strike something, but the image disappeared.

"What?- But he just- How the- my dad...?" I whipped my head around as if I could somehow still spot my father.

Grover looked like he wanted to smirk but just gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's parental permission, so... you'll come?"

I sighed. "Take me there. I love a good nature walk."

"So this is where Blake's been hanging out," I felt my neck starting to cramp, I was probably twisting around too much.

Grover cleared his throat behind me and I almost physically recoiled. He had taken off the rasta cap, which revealed long goat-ish horns. He'd also lost the crutches and taken off some (apparently) fake shoes, disclosing... hooves?! "Oh, no. Your brother's been chillin' on the west coast." He said casually.

My brain froze and calculated. "The West Coast? Like, the other side of the United States west coast?!"

"Yeah. California's pretty nice this time of year," Grover said, looking at me with a dull glance whilst I freaked out.

"Wha-? Dude what?!" I seethed the last two words between grinding teeth.

Grover finally cracked a smile. "I'm just messing with you, man. I mean, yeah, Blake goes to Camp on the west coast, but it's not as bad as it sounds. Romans are nice."

"Romans?"

"Romans," Grover confirmed. I suppose from the look on my face Grover added: "There's a lot to explain, my friend."

And that's how it happened: in a single day, my greatest dream turned into a nightmare. And then everything was sorted out and life was... pretty chill again.

Yeah, in case you didn't figure it out: Jason is a Greek demigod, son of Demeter. I imagine that he survived that long because the monsters wouldn't really smell him. Blake is a Roman demigod (you guys can make up who his godly parent is) and, yeah. This wasn't focusing on Grover, but I felt it was pretty nice. Dgreatsparky, please give me feedback.

Note: Listen to Jason. The planet is dying and that is a big no-no. All this pollution in the air? Dude, really? Really? We can do better than that.

Again, Dgreatsparky: gimme feedback.

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