I have to say, I was VERY nervous when I saw this already had 2 reviews (I uploaded it maybe an hour or 2 ago), but thank you, you 2 reviewers. You made me smile and my heart stopped beating so fast. I'm glad you don't hate it.

Let's see what else I can come up with :)

Soundtrack and cast suggestions VERY appreciated :D

I'm writing this scene more like a story, cause I got tired of leaving out the amount of detail that I'd like to include.

Don't hate me for weird changes and different plot lines... I'm not the amazing Rick Riordan!

Second scene:

Percy Jackson/Logan Lerman
Annabeth Chase/Alexandra Daddario
Tyson/Dylan Patton
Matt Sloan/ Cameron Bright
Goon 1/Chris Massoglia
Goon 2/ David Lambert
Coach Nunley/Gary Oldman
Dodgeball girl/Taylor Spreitler

Percy Jackson and the Olympians:

The Sea of Monsters

I walked up the steps to Yancy Academy, the school I attended before I found out I was a demigod. I stopped and looked around, thinking about my dream. I wondered where Grover was. When I had decided to return to school to be with my mom, Grover insisted on coming with me, 'because that's what protectors do.'

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped and whirled around. It was my friend Tyson. He looked like he could stand to spend some time in the sun or eat something, but that was how he always looked. Deprived. He had long, blonde hair that covered his thin face and two big brown eyes that always looked like black holes. He was wearing ripped up jeans and a baggy long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Oh, hey man," I said. "You scared me."

I had met Tyson when Grover and I got back to school after 3 weeks of being gone. He was a new kid in class, a delinquent; the one who didn't speak in complete sentences and someone that the police thought needed an education. They found him sleeping in an alley.

"Sorry," he mumbled. He didn't talk much.

I looked around again.

"You seen Grover?" I asked. Tyson shook his head.

"...Was hoping you knew where he was."

I shrugged, and Tyson and I walked into the school.

-.-.-

The bell rang to signal the end of first period. I grabbed my notebook and textbook and walked out of the classroom. I started for my locker, but stopped when I saw Matt Sloan, the school bully, shoving Tyson up against a locker. I ran and pushed a couple people out of the way to get to them.

"Hey!" I shouted. I stepped in between Matt and Tyson. Matt stepped back and regarded me coldly.

"Jackson," he said with a glare.

"Go pick on someone else, Sloan," I said. Matt stuffed his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes at his buddies, two suspicious-looking guys that I hadn't ever seen before.

"Who're these guys?" I asked.

"These guys?" Sloan repeated, speaking in his annoying, barely-there New Jersey accent. "Oh, these guys. They're my new, ah... friends. Just transferred here this morning. I get the feeling you three are gonna get along great."

His goons laughed deeply and nudged each other. They looked stupid.

"Yeah, well, I better not see you guys messing with my friend again," I said, anger rising inside me.

"And just what're you gonna do about it, Jackson?" Matt said threateningly, getting in my face. My hand that wasn't holding my books reached toward my pocket, where I kept my sword-pen.

Matt smacked my books out of my hand and they skidded across the floor. People gasped and backed up into a semi-circle, preparing for a fight. My notebook flipped open to the inside cover, where a big picture of me and a friend was taped.

One of Matt's goons walked over to my notebook and picked it up. He plucked out the picture and chuckled, showing it to Matt. Matt smirked and took the picture, holding it up for me to see.

It was a picture of me and Annabeth at camp half blood.

"This your girlfriend, Jackson?" Matt teased. The students around us laughed and whispered.

I blushed. "That isn't... She's not my girlfriend."

Matt laughed and ripped the picture in two. The bell rang for second period. The semi-circle dissolved. Matt pointed at me as he walked off with his buddies.

"I'll see you in gym," he said. I rolled my eyes and turned around to Tyson.

"Man, I'm so glad I'm leaving," I said. Tyson stared at me.

"Leaving?" he asked. I froze.

"Oh, yeah," I tried to play it off. "No big deal, I'm just going to... camp."

Tyson looked at the floor. I sighed.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's go to class."

-.-.-

Our gym coach, Coach Nunley, blew his whistle. We were standing in lines, dressed in various school-color-themed gym outfits: gray sweatpants with pockets, gray shorts, red shorts, red t-shirts, red tank-tops, etc.

"Today," Coach began. "you get to act your shoe size. Today, you are playing one of the most trivial games known to man."

-.-.-

A dodgeball slammed up against the wall, breaking up a circle of girls and making them scream.

"Ladies!" Coach Nunley shouted. "Get in the GAME! Don't be afraid! They're just balls!"

The girls giggled, and a couple of the boys cracked smiles. Another dodgeball sailed through the air and hit one of the girls on her side. She glared at whoever threw the ball and stomped to the sidelines.

Someone threw a ball at Tyson, who dodged it. Matt Sloan, who just so happened to be on the other team, stepped up to the line with a dodgeball. He set his sights on me and chucked the ball. I ducked, and it hit Tyson. He walked to the sidelines.

One of Matt's goons stepped up with a dodgeball in hand. He grinned and made a rumbling sound in his throat.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Percy Jackson," he said in a low voice. His body started to smoke

"Oh no," I said to myself.

The goon burst out of his normal skin and ended up as a 7 foot tall, sharp-toothed, red-eyed, hairy giant. I reached into my sweatpants pocket, brought out my pen, clicked it, and was soon clutching a silver sword. The students in class gasped and backed up against the gym walls. Some headed for the doors.

The other goon, also transformed, joined his friend. They advanced on me with dodgeballs that now seemed to be made of flames.

"What... what are you?" I stammered.

They tossed their flame-balls at me. I ducked and rolled, dodging both of them. They hit the wall, and the sports banners caught on fire. Kids screamed and ran for the exits, except for Tyson, who watched me, amazed.

"Get out of here, Tyson!" I shouted from the floor. When I stood back up, one of the monsters rammed me against the wall like a bull. I got the wind knocked out of me and fell to the floor, clutching my stomach. I looked up, and both of them were walking towards me. I exhaled and used the wall to get myself up. When one of the monsters was close enough, I jabbed with my sword, and missed.

I guess I didn't have enough camp half-blood training yet.

I thrust my sword at him again, and he easily dodged it. I kept cutting, and he kept dodging. We made our way to the middle of the gym floor, where we met the other goon. They started circling me.

While the students were rushing and pushing to get out of the gym, I saw one girl make her way into the gym. She was running. She had brown hair and was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and jeans. She had a bow in her hands and a bag of arrows over her shoulder. Strapped to her bicep was a knife.

I went to call her name, and one of the monsters threw another fireball at me. I shouted and ducked.

Annabeth got to me, her eyes angry. I lifted my chin in greeting.

"Long time no see," I said, standing and positioning my sword towards one of the monsters. I locked my eyes on him. Annabeth pulled a bow out of her bag and stood with her back to mine, facing the other monster.

"2 weeks is a long time?" was her reply. We both charged the monsters. I went, slicing with my sword, though it took a while to wear the guy down enough so that I could easily strike him. Annabeth shot arrow after arrow at the other goon, before getting him injured enough so that she could use her knife.

The monsters fell to the floor at the same time. Flames danced around, engulfing the flammable objects in the gym. Everyone was gone, except for Tyson.

Annabeth looked at me.

"We've gotta get out of here," she said.

"Yeah," I said, looking around at the destruction. "Yeah, good plan."

We took off for the exits.

... This one was longer! :D

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