It's not Friday, but I'm still here for a special edition chapter in honor of a PJO event happening today... The Sea of Monsters. *collective sigh* I haven't seen it, and I don't intend to anytime soon, but I was just on and the reviews are already bashing it. Supposedly, the ending has set it up for yet another movie... You guys do realize that if they go all the way up through The Last Olympian, the girl who plays Annabeth will be, like, 30? At least for Sea of Monsters they got Annabeth blond, and Mr. D. is actually listed in the cast of characters after his complete absence from the first movie.

I guess I'll be done talking about this, because if I try to say everything wrong with the it, we'll be here all day. (CinemaSins did a video about everything wrong with The Lightning Thief! Look it up on YouTube! They clearly didn't read the book, but it's still a funny video!) Here's your bonus chapter thing. I hope it helps you all survive the second round of canon abuse. Saw the movie? Let me know what you thought of it!


After I went to the doctor, everything was kind of normal for a while. I never had to read out loud in class, I didn't get picked on too much except by the mean kids like Ryan, who was still mad I didn't get in trouble for giving him Gabe's bean dip for a Secret Santa gift.

In April, my teacher announced that we were going to go on a field trip to a chocolate factory on the mainland of New York and that it would be very educational and fun. At school they say everything is educational and fun, and a lot of times it isn't, so I wasn't really excited about the trip, but Mom signed the permission thing that said she wouldn't sue the school if I died or something, which meant I had to go.

I'd never been on a field trip before. We were going to go on one on the last day of school in first grade, but I kind of missed the end of the year.

On some Friday in April - I couldn't remember what day it was. Numbers were stupid anyway - all the second graders got on a bus and went to the chocolate factory. The bus ride was boring. I sat alone because I wanted to, and I didn't like anyone in my class. Also, they kept acting like they could catch my dyslexia if they got too close, and it didn't matter how much my teacher said dyslexia wasn't contagious like the flu. One girl who was sitting next to me asked if she could move because she didn't want to get bad at reading like me.

Then one of the girls threw up on the bus. It was gross, so I just looked out the window most of the time. There wasn't a bus janitor, so no one cleaned it up. None of the kids in my class wanted to touch it, because like I said, it was gross, and I think my teacher pretended not to notice it, but that was dumb because Ryan even went up and told her that Elizabeth threw up.

That was about when she started talking to the bus driver, and even though the bus driver looked annoyed - I kept looking at his face in the big mirror at the front - she had an excuse to not hear any of us. Why she thought it was a good idea to take us on a field trip, I don't know. Oh, right, because she's stupid.

The chocolate factory that we went to was called Cupid Chocolatiers. I'm not sure how to pronounce that. But for some reason, the name just made me uncomfortable... I don't really have a good reason why. It just sounded off, I guess.

We had a guide to show us stuff in the factory, and he was way too happy for me. I like happy people, but he looked like he was about to bounce off the wall! At least, that's what Mom always says.

The first thing he did was take us around a special tour route that had windows to show us the chocolate being made. It was really boring and I just started staring at the chocolate as it went past me. It looked really good. It was making me hungry. My stomach growled really loud and the girl next to me frowned at me and told me to pay attention. Also, I had to stand still for way too long. There was nothing to do. I couldn't even read the boring tour guide book we all got at the beginning of the tour.

At the end we went to a room with white walls splattered with pink and a pink floor, like someone spilled Pepto-Bismol on the wall, and we all got chocolate samples. They tasted okay, I guess. Kind of left a weird taste in my mouth, though. It tasted... well, not right. Like everything else in this place.

Then the guide asked us if we had any questions. Ryan asked if the owner of the chocolate factory was named Cupid.

"Um... well, actually, no," the tour guide said. "We got the name from the son of Venus, the Roman god of love!"

I was starting to get a headache. I didn't like this at all. It just felt really, really wrong.

"The actual owners of the factory are twins named Rina and Bobby, and I don't think you'll meet them today, because they're always very busy making sure things go like they're supposed to around here! Now are we ready to continue with the tour?"

"But I have a question!" a girl complained, and the teacher gave her a mad look.

"All right, my dear, what is your question?"

"Does the chocolate here have peanuts? 'Cause I'm allergic to peanuts. If I get close to them my face starts to get bigger and I start to choke."

The tour guide sputtered and awkwardly scratched the back of his head "Yes, as a matter of fact, the samples we handed out five minutes ago were heavy in tree-nuts, with some traces of peanuts... do you have any Benadryl with you?"

"There were peanuts?!" the girl shrieked. It was the same girl who asked to move away from me because she didn't want to get bad at reading. I didn't like her. She started breathing weird, like she was going to be sick, and even though she was on the other side of the room, I noticed her face was going all weird and blotchy.

"I have her EpiPen on the bus," my teacher said, almost running out of the room. A lot of other kids were freaking out, and the girl's friends were all crowded around her, trying to make her feel better with their friend-ness, I don't know.

It all only made my headache feel a lot worse, so I just went out the back door to where it was cooler and there weren't Pepto-Bismol walls. I felt like I was going to throw up, just like Elizabeth on the bus. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and tried to take deep breaths.

I was surprised by someone suddenly yelling, "Who's this?"

I opened my eyes right away and saw a guy with furry legs. No, I'm not kidding, he had furry legs, and it was the weirdest thing ever.

"You're a satyr?" I blurted, not sure how that came to my mind.

"No," the furry leg guy said, frowning at me like I was stupid. I got that frown a lot, actually. "I'm a faun." Then he slapped himself on the forehead. "Nope, forget that, I'm neither. I'm a human. I'm normal, stupid kid. Where are you supposed to be?"

"You're not normal," I said, staring at his legs. "You have fur on your legs."

The faun-satyr yelped and he looked like he was starting to sweat. "How can you see through the Mist? You do smell like a demigod, now that I think about it, but you smell... funny. Like, not like a normal demigod."

"What's a demigod?" I asked, getting worried. I hoped he wasn't going to try and kidnap me. I had had enough of people trying to kidnap me. I needed to get out of here soon. I hated it. Everything felt so wrong. Not... natural.

"Listen," Mr. Furry-Legs said, "I think I'll have to take you to see Rina and Bobby. They'll know exactly what to do." He reached out to grab me, but I jumped away. I did not want to get kidnapped! He was faster than me, though, and he grabbed me and started dragging me down the hallway. I tried to bite his hand so he would drop me, but it didn't work.

That's when the wall exploded. Furry-Legs dropped me right away, and I fell down. I could barely see what was happening, There was water everywhere, and I could see a hole in the wall and a pipe showing through it. I guess the pipe exploded somehow and the water burst through the wall. Whatever it was, it happened right on time. For some reason, I felt like I couldn't move, but I wasn't panicking about being kidnapped anymore. Slowly the water stopped coming out of the pipe in the wall until it was more like a drip from a leaky faucet.

When I sat up, I realized that I wasn't alone with Mr. Furry-Legs the faun-satyr anymore. There were workers with the same furry legs crowding the hallways, but I was too dazed to care about them, and my class was watching from the door to the Pepto-Bismol room. My teacher and the tour guide guy were in the front, and my teacher had the worst glare I've ever seen.

"We will be leaving now," my teacher said to me. Her voice sounded calm, but I could tell she was really mad on the inside. Everyone in my class was staring at me. Ryan didn't even say something mean. I got up and followed everyone else back to the bus, and we went back to the school.

"Such disrespect," the teacher said in a mad voice once the factory people couldn't hear us. "I have never seen behavior of this sort from a student, and I am appalled." I didn't say anything, because I knew she wouldn't believe me if I told the truth. I don't know if I even believed myself.

The minute we got out of the parking lot, I felt relieved. I don't know what happened in there, but I was glad to be out.


Maybe it was a good thing that I got out, but my problems didn't stop. I thought they did for a while, until I was sitting in my room that night and Mom came in with her "we need to talk" look.

She sat down on my bed and gave me a serious look, then said, "Percy, I just got another call from your school."

I just said, "Oh."

She sighed. It was the I'm disappointed in you sigh. But what was I supposed to say? That a guy with goat legs tried to kidnap me? "You just got expelled. Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head, looking down at my feet. If it had anything to do with the field trip, it probably wasn't good.

"It means you aren't allowed to go back to that school ever again." I thought that was pretty good, because half the people there hate me, but Mom didn't look like she felt the same way. "Percy, I'm disappointed. Your teacher said you destroyed the chocolate factory's property and disrespected her. Are you going to deny that?"

"Yeah, I am," I said. I guess it's worth a try. "I was getting kidnapped, and the wall just exploded by itself. I can't make a wall explode! I can't make anything explode!" I wish I could make stuff explode. That would be pretty cool. Then I could use it every time I get kidnapped! Not like I hope it's a normal thing, though.

Mom just shook her head and looked sad. "Can you at least try to behave yourself some of the time?"

Try to behave myself? The only time I ever did something against the rules was when I ran away from school at Christmas! And maybe I shouldn't have left everyone at the chocolate factory, but I felt really sick. I couldn't stop the Furry legged guy from trying to kidnap me! I didn't want to talk to Mom anymore. What was the point if she was just going to think I was lying? So I just laid down on my bed and ignored Mom. I knew if I did it for long enough she'd leave.

A few minutes later, she did. I rolled over and looked up at the ceiling. Why did this stuff always have to happen to me?


About the same time Percy was laying in bed pondering his misfortune, Cupid Chocolatiers was just closing for the night. Bobby and Rina Markham, the twenty-three year old twins who owned the factory, were locking the doors, both thinking about what they had been told by Patrick, one of their faun workers. That he'd run into a demigod who was with a class field trip. A demigod with unnatural power for someone his age.

"I don't think he knows it or can control it," Patrick had explained. "He seemed just as surprised as me when the wall exploded."

This was especially disturbing for Bobby and Rina, who were demigod children of Venus who had once lived at Camp Jupiter, but a series of events had led to their running away and starting a new life out east, far away from their former Roman allies.

On the journey east, they had run into a large number of fauns, who they had enlisted for help in their factory in exchange for food and shelter. The fauns, known for being lazy bums, didn't adjust to this idea very well, but when their current home was overrun by Cyclopes, they had been forced to accept.

"Do you think Camp Jupiter found us?" Rina asked, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"No," Bobby said unconcernedly. "You heard Patrick, the kid knows nothing. What I'm worried about is that he said the kid was a demigod, but didn't smell like one. He smelled... funny, I guess."

"Do you think there are other kinds of demigods?"

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked. "Even if there are, it wouldn't concern us."

"Maybe we should tell Camp Jupiter," Rina suggested.

"No," Bobby said firmly. "If this is a problem, it's their problem. Not ours."


Just to clear up any confusion, the reason Percy felt so uncomfortable about the chocolate factory is because he was Greek, and in a Roman facility. Also, the tour guide was a faun, but he was wearing pants and a hat, unlike Patrick, who was just like "No one's going to see me, forget pants!" I kind of want to write a full length story about Bobby and Rina now...