Hey! I'm not abandoning this story! I'm liking it, actually! Considering the effort I've put into it! And I'm mad at myself for forgetting the disclaimer last time! SO!

DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS YOU MAY BE FAMILIAR WITH! I HAVE ALL RIGHTS TO JAYCEE CARTER, MEG ANDREWS, DREW CARTER, LANA AUSTIN, ETC. ANY PJO CHARACTERS YOU KNOW BELONG TO THE WONDERFUL AND AMAZING RICK RIORDAN!

And We Thought We Were Normal

Jaycee Carter. Normal 13 year old girl, right? Wrong! Her life's been weird since the day she's been born, and now it's just gotten weirder. A Goth boy about her age comes in and tells her she's not normal. Well she knew that much, but when he says the gods from the Greek Myths she loved so much are real and still exist, she's not sure what to think. But she believes it. She's had that feeling for a long time now, and it's only being confirmed for her. Now to just survive middle school in New York with her BFF Meg Andrews and her new friend Goth Boy. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter 2-Completley Crazy!

The darkness was overwhelming. I felt like I was going to pass out, when I saw a small light in the center of the black void. I could feel the warmth of the sun emanating from the small light that got bigger and bigger, until it swallowed us whole.

After blinking several times, I was un-blinded. I loosened my death grip on Nico. I was at the base of a hill. In front of us was a big, blue farmhouse. The farmhouse had a wraparound porch and there was two men sitting at a table playing a card game of some kind. One was in a wheelchair, with a blanket over his legs, and a neatly trimmed beard. He was wearing a sweater with snowflakes decorated on it for winter. The other man was wearing a long sleeve, warm looking leopard print shirt, and some sweatpants. He was definitely not the skinniest person I'd ever met. The dog came to a halt.

Nico slid off the giant, black back and landed on his feet on the ground of green grass. He then reached out a hand to me to help me down. I shrugged it off and jumped off the dog's back, and when my feet hit solid ground, I went into a summersault. Meg, on the other hand, took his hand, and he helped her down, slowly and gently, so she wouldn't fall flat on her face.

When Meg's feet unsteadily found the ground, she stumbled forward. Unfortunately, she stumbled right into me, sending me flying into a girl walking past. Upon impact the girl was knocked to her butt.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! I totally didn't mean to run into you!" I apologized so quickly you could barley understand my words. The girl had blonde hair and baby blue eyes with a hint of gold in them.

She looked stunned for a second, and then, strangely enough, started laughing. "It's alright! If you say it was an accident, then it was an accident." She stood up and brushed herself off. Then she stuck out her hand to me. "My name's Amber Martin. I'm a daughter Aphrodite. You are?"

I was stunned. Aphrodite? Like in, the Greek goddess, Aphrodite? I shook her hand anyway. "Jaycee Carter, daughter of Scott and Susie Carter." Amber laughed again, and I could hear Nico trying (and failing) to keep his own laughter under control. I turned and glared at Nico until he shut up.

"What's so funny?" I asked coldly, my voice so calm, out of the corner of my eye I saw Meg shiver. Nico cleared his throat.

"It's just that…..well…..you see…..maybe I should let Chiron…..follow me," I raised an eyebrow at his spacey explanation. He pointed me in the direction of the two men on the porch. Meg, curious as ever, started over for the farmhouse porch where the card game continued. Nico started to follow Meg, and I was left with no choice but to follow after them.

By the time I had reached the wraparound porch, Meg was seated and Nico was nowhere to be found. I looked around for him, but I still couldn't find him. I was about to leave the porch to continue my search, when a voice caught me by surprise.

"Who are you looking for, my dear?" I turned and saw the face of the man confined to a wheelchair. His beard neatly trimmed was a light brown color, as was his hair, and his eyes looked that of a man who'd seen everything, even pigs fly.

"Um, no one. Well someone. The person that brought me and my friend here, sir." I figured it was best to use my manners, because he used his by calling me 'my dear'.

"And might his name be Nico Di Angelo?" The man asked.

"How'd you know?"

"Because he'd left a couple days ago, looking for you two. He went back to pick up someone else who's supposed to be here." The man then ushered me into the seat next to Meg. Unlike with my principle, I sat down. Meg's brown-ish grey eyes had, as we call it, 'the look'. She only gets 'the look' when she zones out of this world and into one of her own. She's always thinking, always has a plan, but when it comes time to use it, she doesn't have a clue.

"Um, who are you?" I asked plainly. The guy in the wheelchair only laughed a small, polite laugh.

"My dear, my name is Chiron." Okay, I thought, he's got a weird name. Lots of people have weird names. But Chiron is definitely the weirdest…. "There is someone here you two should meet."

I was startled when he said 'two' because Meg had been so silent, I forgot she was there. Then the man-Chiron-motioned to the man in the leopard print shirt. I wondered how he could be someone important to meet.

"Jaycee, Meg, this is Mr. D, the camp director." Chiron said.

Mr. D grumbled something that sounded like: 'Stupid half-bloods…..stupid punishments….50 more stupid years…..'

I figured I wouldn't be too fond of Mr. D, and he wouldn't be too fond of me.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, blah, blah, blah, you lived. Well, hoorah for that." Then Mr. D did one of the weirdest things I'd seen yet. He made a Diet Coke out of thin air. I was gawking at the soda as if I'd never seen one before, and Meg's face stayed impassive, but her eyes displayed the shock. Mr. D took a sip of the coke then set it back down and continued his game.

"My dears, there is no easy way to say this, but, the gods of your Greek myths, are real." Chiron said, snapping me back to the present.

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This shouldn't be possible!...But it is possible….Mr. D's living proof! He's really Dionysus!...It's just a joke!...No. No it's not a joke! It's real…..

I had been having that argument with myself for an hour now, but it really wasn't necessary. I knew Chiron and Mr. D were right. The gods were real. I had read the myths before, and each time I did, I could feel myself taking the hero's place. And those freak accidents. The weird body-like tornado storm chain this summer. The thunder on a clear day. Another big give-away was my 'dad'.

He went out of his way to side with me when my brothers and I fought, to be nice to me, and it seemed genuine, but it felt as if he were trying to replace someone else.

And now, I know my suspicions have only been confirmed. He was trying to replace someone. My real dad. My real dad, who was apparently an all-powerful supernatural being. I guess they're pretty hard to live up to.

But why hasn't my dad at least stopped by? Does my mom know? Is Drew a demigod, too? Will he have to get pulled out of his high school classes to come here? Is that who Nico went back to get, since Drew is a high schooler and not a middle schooler?

I was so caught up in asking myself these questions after the orientation film, that I didn't notice the two boys I ran into. All three of us fell to the ground and landed on our butts.

I looked at them. They looked like twins, with the same brown hair to the same mischievous glint in their eyes. They had the same upturned eyebrows and pointed noses and devilish smiles that clearly stated they were up to no good.

And I wanted in.

"Sorry," I mumbled. The twins looked at each other, stood up simultaneously, and smiled at me. I was instantly wary, but that only suggested that whatever they had planned was genius.

"No problem," The taller one started.

"What's your name?" His twin continued.

I gave them my own smile, which stated the same as theirs. I was up to no good.

"Jaycee Carter. And you two look like you just robbed a bank."

The twins laughed. "You could say that," the shorter one stuck out his hand to me. "Conner Stoll."

I had to admit, Conner was kinda cute. I pushed the feelings down immediately. I don't get too close to people. They've tended to let me down. Meg and my Lana had been the first people in years I've ever been able to open up to. They haven't let me down….yet.

I just stared at Conner's hand as if it were some alien invention that had dropped out of the sky. In other words, I didn't take it.

Conner's brother was looking at him, eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk on his face. Conner, obviously understanding that I wasn't planning on taking his hand, awkwardly lowered it back down to his side.

"Travis Stoll," Conner's twin announced. He spoke with pride, as if it were the best thing in the world.

"You guys are twins?" I blurted out. I couldn't help it. Sometimes ADHD and curiosity took over.

The two shared a look, and just as Travis started to open his mouth, Conner interrupted. I could tell by the look on his brother's face that this was not normal behavior.

"No. Travis is a year older then I am." Travis had a pout on his face. He must've been planning on telling me they were.

"So, who's your guys' parent?"

Both Stolls smiled with happiness, and straightened their backs so they both stood at least two or three inches higher then myself.

"Hermes, God of thieves, travelers, messengers, and a lot of other things!" The Stoll Brothers said in unison.

I heard some yelling in the distance, and saw a look of amusement pass on both brothers' faces. Conner looked at me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"We'll talk later. Since you're new you'll sit at the Hermes table. With us." The yelling was closing in on us now. "Got to go, Jaycee!" And with that the Stolls were running for the hills.

I swear I heard Travis say to Conner, "Bet 10 golden drachmas that she's a child of Hermes."

I rolled my eyes as a girl with light brown hair run past me after the Stolls cursing in another language-was that Greek?-and waving her fist in the air.

After the coast was clear, I continued moving forward, thinking quietly to myself, my old argument quickly starting up again, and it continued until Meg appeared at my side, her calculating brown-gray eyes off in a world off numbers and possibility and her blonde hair falling out of her ponytail.

Together we walked around in silence, touring the camp. Most of the time was spent looking at the amazing cabins. All different and unique. One pure gold and gleaming like the sun as it continued its path across the sky. Another was black obsidian with burning green flames on either side of the door, and a skull above it. One even had a grass roof that was-for some reason-decorated with melting chocolate bunnies. It would've been funny on Easter, but it was winter-winter break started at the end of the school day in fact-so the bunnies only turned the little snow that was on the roof, a hideous color of brown.

We continued touring the cabins until we stumbled upon a person I just so happened to know.

In fact, he was my cousin.

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~*J.C*~

P.S.- New sign off! Based on my demigod alter ego Jaycee Carter! Did anyone else notice her initials say J.C.?