Authors note: Ok I'm sure that EVERY ONE of you that read my first chapter no's that I don't own PJO. So I am not going to put a Disclaimer in anymore of my chapters…BTW…ok on with the story.

Chapter 2. Annabeth reads.

Look I didn't want to be a half-blood. "Well join the club captain, DUH!" I said laughing

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believer whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. "Cuz that will help, Thanks"!

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. I shivered at that

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think its fiction, great. Read on. Envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. "Finally a smart sentence"

But if you recognize yourself in these pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before them since it too, and they'll come for you. "And there it goes again"

Don't say I didn't warn you. I was starting to wonder when this kid was going to stop saying stupid stuff.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that. "Tehe" I giggled and turned the page.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove I, but tings really started going bad last May. When our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan-twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Arts to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. "Lucky" I exclaimed! I was starting to get excited!

I know- it sounds like torture. "Gasp"! Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip so, I had hopes

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roma armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep. Hmmm if he thinks Chiron is fun in his wheelchair, wait until he see's him in his Centaur form. I smiled at the thought.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for one I wouldn't get in trouble

Boy was I wrong. This Percy kid's stupid is kind of funny. I smiled and continued.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with the Revolutionary War cannon, I wasn't aiming of his school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. "Ha he could put the Stoll Brothers in their place" This time I laughed as I pictured them having a huge competition… And before that at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that…Well you get the idea. "We better make sure that Percy doesn't stay in the Hermes cabin for to long. Yup. That would be bad. Real bad. This trip I was determined to be good. "HA, yeah right"

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover…"GROVER"! I screamed. Oops. It's a good thing nobody else was in my cabin at the moment. ..In the back of the head with chunks of peanut bitter-and-ketchup sandwich. "AHH THAT LITTLE…*thunder*…sorry"

Grover was an easy target. "GASP"! He was scrawny. "GASP!" He cried when he go frustrated. "GA…wait no". I smiled. That's my Grover for you. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start lf a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. "Yeah the disease that turns your bottom half goat" I snickered…He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You shouldn't seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. "Way to no blow your cover, Grover" We all new how much Grover loved enchilada's

Anyways, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. the headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black and orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years. "Ha just like your mother or father.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kinf of interesting "or because you're going to need it someday" I said knowingly…but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodd's was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. she looked mean enough tot ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher has a nervous breakdown. "oh I wonder how that happened?" That screamed monster loudly.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. she would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. he looked at me, real serious, and said "Your absolutely right." "Wow way to keep your cover, goat boy".

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?" "YEAH! go Percy. I laughed."

It came out louder then I meant it to.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson", he said, "did you have a comment?" "Just the Chiron I know" I said giggling.

"No sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele.

"Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos…I shivered …eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…" "Ha this was easy" I wanted to no if Percy could get this question right. "Well…" I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and-" "Really? Your going to have to do better then that!" I said in almost disgust. "God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan." I corrected myself. "Good boy" "And…he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So um, Kronos ate them right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-". "Not to bad, not to bad" I said sort of impressed. "Eeew!" said one of the girl behind me.

"-and so there was this big fight between the goads and the Titians," I continued. "and the gods won." I heard the lunch horn sound and I set down the book and walked out of my cabin.

I am SO sorry about the length of this chapter. I would just get used to the length because I don't think I can shorten them very easily. My cousin's are coming home from Georgia today so I wont be able to post for a while. Then I'm going to Mackinaw Island the following week. Then that weekend were having this HUGE party, so I wont be able to update…! sorry!

Ol'McAmando OUT!

"When life gives you lemon's, pound them to a pulp then laugh evily =)