Yo! Wassup party peoplez?!? I just got finished reading the second Percy Jackson book,"The Sea Of Monsters," and, lemme just say, OH MY GOD!!!! THAT CLIFFIE AT THE END IS EATIN AT ME LIKE A GATOR EATIN A PLATE OF STAKE!!!! Yea, and, now I will not rest until I find,"The Titan's Curse." Anywayz, I'd like to thank ya'll so much, and just let you know, that, no matter wat the books say, I ain't gonna have them refer to each other as cousins, cuz a romance between people from the same family-even with the gods-is just plain wierd.

Enjoy!

-P.S. Please read the author's note at the bottom-

"Jermaine, dude, will you PLEASE just tell me what's going on?!?!?"

"No can do, my man. It would risk the safety of both you and your mom."

I just sighed. No matter how much I hated to admit it, it was close to impossible to argue with Jermaine when he was having one of those rare serious moments. So, to pass the time, I just thought about what might happen when I got home. Home. The word rang over and over again in my ear. I hadn't been home, at the apartment that my mother and stepfather shared, since Christmas Break.

My mom was an awsome person. Sure she embarrassed me in front of what little friends I actually DO have, but that was only if she was getting nervous about something and couldn't stop talking. That's just the way she was. (I know that I keep sayin,"was," but, she ain't DEAD people! Sheesh!) Of course, that meant that whenever we stated saying something about my stepdad, she'd ramble on and on about some random subject, until we'd completely strayed away from what we were originally trying to talk about.

Unfortunately, this brings me to my stepdad, Freddie Golbeck. (A/N: Just made it up on the spot. Don't judge me!)

Freddie and my mom met at some art convention-which is only because he stopped in there to use the restroom while coming back from a cross-country road trip-and was nice to me for about 30 seconds, and my mom for about a day.

Thankfully, my mother kept her maiden name, Pedrosa, instead of going around with the name Eliza Golbeck.

The next thing I knew, the cab had stopped, and I would've been flung forward, had it not been for my seatbelt.

We opened the door to the apartment, only to find Freddie and a buch of his retarded buddies playing a game of Blackjack. Not surprising.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little bootcamp reject," I flinched. It's not like I'm PROUD of the fact that some of the four other schools I'd been to, and got kicked out of for weird incedents, actually WERE bootcamps, "and his crippled sidekick. What? Get kicked out of THIS school too?"

You have no idea how close I was to breaking his nose. It was bad enough when people assumed that I'd gotton kicked out of those other schools that I'm some nuisance, and then not believe me when I try to explain that it was really because of freak accidents, but rubbing it in my face was walking into dead-man's territory.

All I did though was ask where my mom was.

"Workin. Why?"

"I need to talk to her, not that it's any of your business."

Just as he was about to get in my face, my mom walked through the door.

"Raimundo? Oh my goodness, it's great to see you! But......why are you-"

"Ms. Pedrosa, we need to leave."

I didn't understand a bit of what was going on, but my mom seemed to as her eyes filled with concern, fear, and guilt as far as I could tell.

"Mom, what's dad got to do with this?"

As we were driving to God-knows-where, my mother had started to explain, and when she mentioned my father, I knew it was important. She never talks about him unless I ask, and she's always so vague about the answers, as if it pains her to go into detail.

"Your father wasn't normal Raimundo. He was important to the world."

"What do you mean by that? How was he important to the world?"

"Rai," Jermaine started, " you remember those old tales about the Greek gos and goddesses?"

"Yea, Mr. Fung only drills them into our heads every day. Why?"

"You remember the stories about Dashi?"

"You mean the God of the Sea?"

"The very same."

"What about him?"

At first, all was quiet, except for the sound of the car. Then, my mother was the one to break the silence with the heart-stopping answer.

"He's your father, Raimundo."

Me: Hey. (YAWN) Sorry 'bout the cliffie, but, I'm so tired. It's almost 11:30 PM.

Rai: You stayed up THIS LATE just to write this stubby little chapter?!?!?!?

Me: Shut up! I KNOW it's short, OK?!? But I NEED sleep! Also,(turns toward reviewers) I need your help. I can't think of any OCs. I need characters for Luke, Clarisse, and the other characters that I'm too tired to think of. Please allow me to borrow any OCs and describe them in detail. I swear that I will credit all authors for their OCs.

Rai: Excuses, excuses.

Me: 1. I forgot to mention that I own nothing, and, 2. Shut up Raimundo! You're just mad that I didn't add in KIMIKO to the story yet!

Rai: (Blushes)

Me: That's wat I thought! Please, R&R! No flames!