So… thank you to the 3/4 people who have actually decided my story is a good use of their time haha and my first reviewer, Stronger123. This chapter is for you guys :3

To make this more interesting, I'm going to be asking a question each chapter to you guys, and the correct/ best answers will get a shout-out so look at the author's note below, but let's get reading first! (Sound like my English teacher lol)

Disclaimer: I don't think Rick Riordan would write a story that would only have 1 review…just my opinion though ;)

Chapter 2

You guys are probably thinking "Really Perce? You're gonna jump in a van with some guy who you don't know just because you saw a note on the floor?"

Hey, I do know him. His name is Frank. Frank Argus.

Okay, okay! I know, I'm with a total stranger who could possibly be kidnapping me. It all doesn't seem very legit, but… I don't know, I have this hunch that he's a good guy. He hasn't said much but I keep finding his eyes on the rearview mirror, staring at me. Normally, I would find this slightly freaky but with Frank it sort of makes me feel safe, like he's protecting me from what's "out there". Crazy, right?

"So, Frank, why did you come to me? Do you know where my mom is? And where exactly are we going? Will there be food? I'm starving, aren't you? Wha-"

"Jeez, kid, do you ever shut up?"

"No, not really."

Frank half-smiled and answered "I'm taking you to a summer camp. Yes, they have food."

I thought for a nano-second before starting off again. "Summer camp? Why? Awesome, what kind of food? You still haven't answered my other questions! Will there be blueberry pie with ice-"

"Not now, Percy. Later."

"What kind of summer camp is it? Like a day camp? Or a sports camp? Or maybe a theatre camp- that's pretty stupid. Ooh ooh, is it a food ca-"

He suddenly veered to the right, parked on the side of the road, put on the blinker and looked back at me. "Jackson, we're gonna have a freaking accident if you don't stop talking right now. Let me concentrate, you'll find everything out soon."

I nodded and pulled an imaginary zipper over my mouth. Hah, I felt like a kid again, trying not to disturb "grown-up time".

He gave me another one of his half-smiles and moved back onto the road. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before he said "Percy, (we were officially on a first name basis) what would you say was your mom's job?"

The hairs tingled at the back of my neck. Why would he say "was"? Did something happen to her? Is she okay? Does she need my help? Cou-

Deep breath, Perce. Don't worry, everything's fine.

I tried to keep my tone even when I replied "She always wanted to go into the crime enforcing scene and all but she uh, works at a shop that sells newspapers and candy and stuff."

Mom always gets me blue candy on the way home. But now that I think about it, why is everything in my life blue? Maybe I should change everything to pink for some variety. Yeah, I think I'll do that!

Nah, just kidding.

"Percy, what if your mom isn't just a saleswoman at 'Sweet on America'? What if she did go join the detective scene? On a much bigger scale? What if she got promoted really quickly because of her expertise and her success in the field? Percy, what if she's a secret agent?"

Looking slightly bemused throughout his little speech, I laughed now. "Yeah, what if? That would be so cool, but mom's just-" I stopped when I saw the look on Argus' face. He was totally serious.

"You're totally serious."

Argus nodded once. If I had blinked, I probably wouldn't have even seen it but I had. He nodded.

My mom is a secret agent for the CIA.

The CI-freaking-A.

Like an idiot, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"But… but she brings me blue candy from work!"

Frank gave out a full-on laugh now, and responded with "Percy, she can buy candy, you know. It's not completely impossible. Granted, it's rare, but hey, you're mom's an agent." He was teasing me now. I didn't like it.

Mom… an agent? That seems so weird. You think you know someone for your whole life and then bam, suddenly your image of her changes entirely. What else was she hiding from me? Did she go on secret missions and stuff? Did she ever come close to being caught? Even… killed?

"Wait… what happened to her? Where is she?"

"We don't know!" he answered that a bit too quick. "I mean, umm, we aren't 100% sure yet. But she'll turn up". I had the feeling that Frank wasn't telling me the whole truth, and I narrowed my eyes, but decided to change the topic.

"So what's this summer camp thing about? Why am I going there?"

Frank sighed. "Might as well tell you everything, now that you know your mom's in the CIA." He swiftly turned around, while still maintaining the balance of the car perfectly and said all formal, "Mr. Jackson, we are taking you to Camp CIA while we find your mother. Don't be mistaken; Camp CIA isn't a daycare centre for mommies and daddies to drop their kids while they work and pick them up later; Camp CIA is a youth facility designed to train and prepare adolescents with the skills needed to become a CIA operative in the future. It will be hard, it will be frightening, it may want to make you pee your pants. But that's all part of camp life." With that, he sat back and winked in the mirror, while I, frozen in my seat, looked on in shock.

Wow. "Train and prepare" kids to become agents? Pee my pants? Was this all really necessary? I didn't want to look like a complete tool in front of Argus, who I now guessed was an actual secret agent or worked at the camp, but I was definitely petrified. What if I couldn't do any of it? What if I got killed? Worse- what if the other kids laughed at me? Sure, I was fairly athletic but not much, just some swimming for a couple of summers. And everyone there was probably already an expert at everything, while I couldn't even tie my shoelaces without tripping on something. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ever going to be ready.

'Come on, Percy' a small voice at the back of my head said. 'It would be so cool to learn all that kind of stuff, not to mention the extra help in getting those stupid bullies to back off my learning issues.'

I have dyslexia and ADHD, and I've pretty much been bullied my entire life because of it. Though it got better, I've been to over 7 different schools in the past 4 years. My worst record was like a couple of weeks before I was "accidently" pushed into the school fire alarm. Of course it went off in like two seconds and the whole school was evacuated, much to my horror. The principal took the bully's side, since his gang all "witnessed" no wrong done by him and that "he was a well loved and honest young man" while I was the delinquent that got kicked out of 4 schools already.

My last school had been okay, thanks to this kind middle-aged teacher in a wheelchair called Mr. Brunner, who taught History. Funny enough, we only ever studied the Greeks, and all their old legends and stuff. His class was the best, and I loved reading all the stories we were assigned to look at. It was the first class I managed to get an A+, and I was super proud. On the last day though, Mr. Brunner was all weird. When I was leaving his class for the final time that school year, I said "Bye, sir. See you soon." His eyes crinkled with a smile and he replied, "Perhaps not in the way you'd imagine." I wrinkled my nose before shrugging and leaving, and only just remembered that day.

"Weird" I muttered to myself.

"What was that, kid?"

I don't think I want to go there. Sure, it would be so cool but I'm not really up for making a fool of myself.

"Uh, nothing. Just, I don't think I can-"

"Oh, by the way, we're here."

READ THIS PLEASE JUST ONCE IT'S IMPORTANTE

Dun Dun Dun! So they're finally there! :) Next chapter's gonna be amazing…ly descriptive, haha.

I didn't actually have a plan going into this but I didn't want the plot to get lost so I've just made a plan that's about 18 chapters long for the whole story. It will take me a while sometimes to load, especially when school starts for me (Sep 8th), so please be patient with me! I really want to upload bigger and better chapters, which is why I take so long. Hopefully, with the plan it should be easier to focus and stay on track.

Anyhow, anywhoo? (lol), here's the question of the chappie (lol whats wrong with me): WHO SAID THIS?

"Curse us eh / I'll make you pay! / I don't want to rhyme all day!"

HINT: It's in The Last Olympian!

Remember best answers/ correct ones get their name up in bold print :) so read, review, follow, favourite and answer!

PS Also, I wanna know where you guys live :3 NOT to stalk you, don't worry. Just find it interesting how we all live in like separate parts of the world and can talk to each other. Aren't I cute lol just the country's fine.

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