A/N: This is my first attempt at writing something like this, please go easy on me. I've had the idea for this story for awhile, and haven't come across one like it. I'm not quite sure on the direction I'm going to be taking this. There will be references to other fanfics I have read and really enjoy. Feedback would be super helpful, I hope you guys enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJatO, KC, MCatGoA, or HoO. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Some people don't want to be half-bloods, they think that their lives would be better if they didn't have to deal with the knowledge that Greek gods are still here watching over us. But then again, some Greek half-bloods have no knowledge of the Norse or Egyptian gods. So I guess it's understandable. But me, I was almost relieved to find out I was a demigod. Thirteen years of inexplicable visions, dreams and experiences, all because of the Greek gods.

My story is a little different than most. Demigods go to camp and discover who their godly parent is. They were raised by their mortal parent, and have no knowledge of the godly world. I was raised by neither of my birth parents. I've been a foster kid for ten of the thirteen years I've lived on this planet. I should probably introduce myself. My name is LJ Blackstone-Knowles, I'm a 13 year old demigod and this story starts with me getting expelled.

I currently attend Meriwether College Prep in New York. The school prides itself on being "progressive" and sees us sit in bean bag chairs instead of real seats. I'm not complaining, the school's standards meant I could breeze by without really trying. Which was great because of my dyslexia and ADHD. If we get assigned some math problems, I can finish that in no time at all. Writing a paper, that takes some time. The school is ok, I guess. But the people need some work.

It seems as if the teachers don't even want to be there. Our English teacher told us that our final on Lord of the Flies was going to be us "surviving" in the school's playground for an hour. Can anyone tell me how that tests our knowledge, because I have no idea. That being said, some of the students make the teachers seem like angels.

There's a group of kids who bully anyone and everyone they see as below them. They're lead by a kid named Alex Sloan, who sees himself as the king of Meriwether. So he has them bully the nonathletic, the nerdy, the socially awkward and just about anyone else they want to. I normally stay out of other people's business, but then they started bullying my friend Chuck. Chuck has to walk with a set of crutches due to some birth defect in his legs. Sloan and his goons constantly berate Chuck for this and I never let it slide.

I've created a record that's pretty darn close to a mile long. Sloan has reported me for cursing his goons out whenever they decide to come near Chuck. See, Chuck is the only friend I've made at Meriwether. The other kids see us as the outsiders and the weirdos, and we're okay with that. I've been in the foster system for nearly ten years, I've never not been an outsider. And Chuck seems to take it as a challenge. His parents even called mine to see if they would send me to some summer camp with him.

Principal Bonsai had made it very clear, "If you do anything or say anything offensive to those kids again, you will be expelled." I guess it's good to know that even the progressive have their limits.

Bonsai and I had that conversation back in February and fast forward to the last day of class in June. No confrontations between me and Sloan or his goons. I was going to be coming back next year, "wooo."

We had our English final last, which meant an hour of sitting in the playground before half an hour before the day actually ended. Chuck and I were camped out in the corner of the yard playing War, the easiest card game for us to play with one deck. You may be asking yourself, "Who would interrupt a wonderful game of War"? Well, that distinction falls to none other than Alex Sloan.

"Well look here boys. The cripple and the misfit are playing cards in the corner, like the loners they are," Sloan sneered. I knew he was looking for a reaction from me, but Chuck knew this too.

"At least we have the mental capacity to play cards Sloan. I don't think I've seen any of your buddies come close to passing English or Math. The only thing they're good at is gym, and that's probably because of the steroids they steal from their parents," Chuck retorted. At the beginning of the year, he had been so quiet you had to force him to talk. But he seems to have picked up my smack talk habit. They grow up so fast.

"At least we have parents that give us what we want. Unlike LJ, who had a whore of a mother that didn't even want him after his dad left."

I nearly dropped my cards at that comment. The only people who knew about my birth parents were my foster family. There's no way that Sloan would know that.

"What are you talking about Alex? LJ's parents love him, I've been to their house."

"He didn't tell you? The BKs are his fourth foster family, his birth mother put him into the system after LJ's father passed away. Some people say they weren't even married, which makes LJ a bastard. That definitely makes sense."

I shot up from where I was sitting and stood face to face with Sloan. "Where'd you learn that Sloan? You're not exactly smart enough to figure it out on your own," I growled.

I saw the fear flash across his eyes, before he responded. "I used my dad's access as DA to look you up. See unlike you, my parents love me and let me do whatever I want."

I could barely contain myself as he said that. As soon as he finished, my right arm whipped out and punched him square across the chin.

His head snapped back, but before he could recover I rammed my fist into his stomach. His lackeys stood there in shock as he stood bent over trying to catch his breath.

I leaned down and whispered to him, "If you ever talk about my parents like that again I'll hit you a whole lot harder. I may not know my birth parents, but I will defend the image of them that I have."

I turned around and saw Mr. Bonsai just staring at me.

"My parents are going to kill me." I thought to myself.

A/N: So here's chapter 1. I know that there wasn't a whole lot that happened in this chapter, but you need context before you can get into the action. Reviews, comments, and criticism of all kinds are welcome.