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Chapter 1- Percy
School just let out for the last time this year and I was walking back to my mom and step-dad's apartment.
I had finally made it through the school year without blowing anything up or getting expelled and I was pretty darn proud of myself.
Today was also the day that I would go to camp for the rest of the summer, and that just made the afternoon better. At camp, my wonderfully awesome girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, was constructing new cabins and probably longing for me to get back. I grinned at the thought. But, as always, I had no friggin idea that I wouldn't see camp for a while.
I arrived at the apartment door and let myself in.
"Mom! I'm home!" I called.
"I'm in the kitchen, honey!"
I hastily made his way to the kitchen because the only reason she could be in the kitchen was if she was cooking something.
I saw my mother crouched down, pulling a cookie sheet out of the oven.
I grinned. If there was anything better than my mom's chocolate-chip cookies, it was her blue chocolate-chip cookies.
"Hello, Percy. How was school?" She asked.
"Boring, boring, and, gee, let me think, boring," I replied. I didn't want to sound snooty, but what else was she expecting? 'Oh yes, mother! School was just grand! I love learning and learning loves me!' Not!
"Oh well. I guess that's never going to change," she smiled.
I took a cookie off of the sheet and chewed it slowly. I then inhaled about a gazillion more.
"Paul should be home soon and the we'll drive you to camp," she said.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. You see, Paul had a key and everything, but he still insisted on knocking before he entered. I found this somewhat weird, but I didn't push it.
I swung open the door.
Standing across the threshold was none other than Paul Blofis.
"Hey Paul. How's it going?" I greeted him.
"Everything's great!" He said excitedly. "I can't wait to see this camp of yours!"
"You won't be able to see it."
His grin turned into a frown and I chuckled at how defeated he looked.
I sat with him and my mom and nibble on another cookie.
"Um, actually, Mom," I started. "I was thinking of going to the ocean before we drive to camp."
She gave me a weird look, but this was common behavior from me so she let it go.
"You know what, Percy?" She asked. "I don't think I've ever heard those words come out of your mouth before. I mean, going to the beach is normal, but 'before camp'? That's new."
I smiled warm-heartedly. "It's all good, Mom. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone."
"Sally," Paul comforted, "Percy's a man now. I mean, he's sixteen after all! He can take care of himself. He's definitely proved that to us."
She sighed. "Oh, alright. Just be careful!"
"I will. Back in a flash!" I said and meandered my way through the little apartment complex.
I stepped out into the sticky midday air and immediately hung a right.
I walked through the alleyway right next to the apartment building.
It was almost a year after the war and I still didn't have a car. I don't really mind though. Walking was fine by me. It did help boost morale a little more when you've got a nice set of wheels.
I started to whistle the song 'Knee Deep' by Zac Brown Band. I didn't really know how I got the song stuck in my head in the first place, but I still loved it.
I felt my Achilles heel tingle a little bit, but I just shrugged it off. I did, though, grasp Riptide. Riptide is my ballpoint pen that I killed monsters with. I know, very scary. But when I uncap it, it elongates into a three-foot long celestial bronze sword. I know, very scary.
I reached the end of the alley and a big, black van pulled up in front of me, blocking my exit.
I turned, not wanting any trouble, and headed in the direction I came from with newfound hast.
I now had Riptide out of my pocket and was making it so that just a flick of my thumb would make the cap would fly off.
Before I could react, a hand reached out in front of my face and covered my mouth with a cloth.
I instantly felt like I might feint. I lost my grip on Riptide and it fell to the ground. I knew it would return to my pocket later, but that was the least of my worries.
The last thing I noticed before totally blacking out was being pulled into the van by a man with a bow and a sheath of arrows on his back and a woman with fiery red hair.
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