It all happen that Monday. As we all know, Monday's are the worst days in school. Somehow, everything goes wrong. In my case it included getting attacked by a Hydra. That's right. One minute I'm headed to the lunchroom the next there are fireballs being shot at me.

My first reaction? Counting my fingers to make sure I'm not dreaming. Nope, all ten are present and accounted for. My second reaction? "Hey there Mr. Dragon! Do you mind moving so I can get my lunch?" The Hydra of course did mind, and answered my question with a big fireball. I barely made it out of the way. "I'll take that as a no." My third reaction? "FIRE!" And I ran through the halls with a rampaging dragon following after me.

The strange part was that everyone was really concentrated on the fire, but not the dragon. The firemen looked puzzled as they tried to figure out where the fire was coming from. Uhh.. Mr. Fireman? You might want to look at that 15 foot dragon. I reckon he could start a fire. But no, their eyes scanned over it like it was the wallpaper.

Then came reaction number four. (Which probably should have been reaction number one.) I started to freak out. Now is the part where I tell you all that I woke up with my teacher standing over me crossed armed and angry that I fell asleep during his class. I wish I could tell you that. I'd take detention over getting burned alive by a multi-headed dragon any day. Instead, I get to tell you that a boy grabbed my arm and told me to run. Thanks dude. I got that much.

But then it registered that unlike the firemen, the boy could see the hydra. He could obviously see my coming to that realization because he then proceeded to tell me that he would explain everything when we got to camp. He probably shouldn't have told me that because he has a lot of explaining to do.

We jumped into a cab when the words of my kindergarten teacher came floating into my brain. How many times had they driven stranger danger into our brains? Way too many apparently because after all that had happened, that was the only thing that was on my mind.

"I'm not kidnapping you, you know." The boy turned and smiled at me.

"I wasn't thinking that. And anyway, if you were, kidnapping or burnt alive, I'll take my chances with you." He laughed.

"That would be a good idea."

"So this camp you mentioned… does it normally save people from unnatural disasters?"

"You could say that."

"I take this is some super secret, high-class camp that no one is supposed to know about."

"You catch on real fast Brooklyn." I turned to look out the window. I'm sensing a pattern that it seems to take me a couple seconds to comprehend things because I just noticed he knew my name. I turn back to the boy.

"How do you know my name?" The boy looked at me.

"I'm in your history class. And your math class. And your science class."

"That makes sense."

"What does?"

"That I have no clue who you are. I sleep through class." He laughed. "It's not that funny."

"Yeah, whatever." The cab jolted to a stop.

"You guys sure this is the address you want?" The cab driver looked at us like 'why on earth do you want to be dropped off at a strawberry farm?'

"Yes, thanks so much!" And with that, the boy dashed out of the cab, with me in tow.

After a long hike up the hill, we finally reached this archway. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Brooklyn."

I stepped through the archway, and gasped. There, in front of my face, was a half-man half-horse.

A/N: Hey guys! So I had an idea for this story but I'm not sure so make sure to tell me what you think! If you like it PLEASE tell me! Thanks so much!