AN: This is my first fic. Therefore, I am open to constructive criticism. No, the pairing hasn't been decided yet. I am actually asking you guys what the pairing could be. However, I am not taking Luke, Thalia, Grover, nor Annabeth. You will see in the later chapters why. The reasons are that they will have more of a sibling dynamic, Gruniper is inseparable, and there's already too much Percabeth in canon. I will also not take any immortal maidens like Artemis or Hestia. You will be allowed to genderbend characters. Just to throw ideas out there: Fem/Nico, Ethan, Connor, etc. Also, before any confusion breaks out, Percy is now born on April 11, 1943. I hope you enjoy.

I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. All credit goes to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1: Who is Persephone Salacia Jackson?

Hey! If you don't know, I'm a half-blood.

No, I'm not half-white and half-black, or half-asian. What I mean is half-human and half-immortal.

That may sound cool, but it's not. You inherit the worst of both sides. As half-immortal, you don't get immortality. You get a scent that attracts monsters, dyslexia, ADHD. This makes your whole life such a pain with the monsters and meddlesome pest... I mean gods. Meddlesome gods. Though, you sometimes get cool powers.

As a human, well… you get all that human stuff.

But, before I get into my short and miserable life, 'Who are you?' you may ask. My name's Persephone Salacia Jackson. You can call me Percy. I have known I was a half-blood since I could remember. I ran from home at 52. That was nine years ago.

Yes, I may look 9... almost 10, but I am 61 yrs old. How did this happen? My mom said that apparently a goddess made me and her(my mom) age slower. Don't ask me why because I don't know.

I spent those years on the run travelling the country and meeting fellow demigods. A few years back, the authorities found me. They checked their database to see who I was but apparently only one missing person is a match. This 'mystery girl' holds a striking resemblance to me, almost like we're the same person.

However, This girl ran away at age 8 during 1995. That would mean she was in her teens now so there was no way I could be her since I told them I was a mere 10 yrs old. After drawing a blank, they decided to just put me in a school to get my proper education until they knew what to do.

Every school they got me in, I somehow got expelled. This isn't new as even before I ran away, I had a knack for switching schools frequently. It's not even my fault. Most of the time, monsters come to be because I apparently have a larger scent than most demigods.

I am currently enrolled in Yancy Academy for my 6th Grade. My excuse of being a late-bloomer worked so they didn't question me for fear of being offensive. We're going on a field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and I am determined to get through the school year without getting expelled. Right now, it is early 2005 so there's a few months left of school.

I was sitting in the back seat with my best friend Grover. Grover is a fairly scrawny kid and had brown curly hair with similarly colored eyes. I am sure he was held back a few grades since he was the only 6th grader I know with the starting of a wispy beard. He also had this walking disorder that made him excused from PE.

SPLAT! Grover was hit by a peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. I turned to look a the perpetrator. I was faced with an obese girl with orange hair and a freckle-covered face that made her look like liquid Cheetos was sprayed on her. Nancy Bobofit, the klepto-kid that harassed me and Grover all year. I glared at her and clenched my fists.

"I'm going to kill her." I murmured.

"Don't. You're already on probation. If anything mildly entertaining happens, you know they'll blame you. Plus, I like ketchup." Grover whispered to me. I still wanted to deck Nancy, but Grover was right. So for the rest of the trip, I just tried to ignore her.

In this field trip, we had 2 teacher chaperones. The first and the one who led the trip was Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher. He was a middle-aged man with brown, scruffy hair on a motorized wheelchair. He was the only teacher whose class I didn't fall asleep in.

The other was Mrs. Dodds. She was this mean-looking old lady who wore a black leather jacket. The moment she stepped foot in the school, she singled me out as devil-spawn. She also thought Nancy was an angel sent by god that could do no wrong. I figured she must be a monster in disguise. But I started having doubts after a month of her not attacking me yet. She might just be a really evil mortal, you never know.

Whelp. I hope she's a mortal. I'd take an evil mortal over a monster any day.

I pushed those thoughts aside as we stopped by the museum. If only I knew how much trouble I'd be getting into.

AN: There's chapter 1. What do you think? I set up a lot of mysteries to be solved later on. Who is Percy's father (Hint: It's not Poseidon)? Who are these demigods Percy has met (You guys might already know if you read the pre-chapter AN)? Who's the goddess that made Percy age slower and why? Is she still the prophecy child even with her weird aging? Why would Percy run from her mother? Did Sally still marry Gabe or is it a different reason? What's the deal with Mrs. Dodds? All answers will be revealed in time. And remember to review what pairing you want with Percy.