"But first, you have to know how I came to camp."

"Aw what?"

"You said you wanted everything, didn't you?"

"I did."

"Okay. now...this is when my brother and I were about thirteen years old."

𒄆𒄆𒄆𒄆𒄆𒄆𒄆𒄆

I'm not a fan of getting hunted down by monsters one bit. Not at all actually. Monsters are the worst. They are dirty and vile, and they always manage to catch you at the worst times.

You must be wondering why I'm talking about them if I hate them so much, huh? Well, if you don't relate to this, I suggest you close this book so you don't get any more confused. But if you do then I have one thing to say to you too.

CLOSE THIS BOOK!

If you aren't already infected by the curse I call 'being a demigod' then I suggest you put this book down immediately and try to live a normal life, well as normal as it can be for someone like us. Whatever lie your parents or guardians told you, believe it, because I promise you you would not like living amongst us, being targeted every single day, and living with the fact that you could become breakfast for a monster in a matter of seconds.

If you have gotten this far, then you are still reading and not heeding my warnings at all. Fine, but just know that I warned you.

Now, the thing with being a demigod is that we cannot think straight. Seriously. All of us. Being a demigod means you're born with ADHD and dyslexia and it is the worst! You, as I said, can't sit still, meaning you are moving around and not paying attention to anything. You're probably not paying attention to what I'm saying right now, are you? The words are probably just some mumbo jumbo, isn't it? That's the second thing ADHD can do. It can make words on paper look like alphabet soup. You are annoyed now, trust me, so am I, but it'll all be in your favor soon, trust me.

Now, what was I saying before all this? Oh yeah, monsters. THEY ARE THE WORST! And not just no under-the-bed monsters either. Chimeras, Drakons, Furies (or kindly ones as we call them), and all others! Each one we fight is worse than the last. You may just think they are just myths, and man I can't help but envy you. I wish they were myths but they are as real as rainbows. Let me tell you how we last encountered them.

But first let me give you another bit of info (boring, I know, but this is crucial to your life as a demigod.) The last time a monster fought us was at our middle school Sypress Point. This was the fourth middle school we've been to in the last three years and the eighth school we've been to our entire lives.

Remember when I said that having ADHD meant you can't sit still even if your life depended on it? Yeah, it also makes it impossible to listen during class, which makes it more and more likely for you to get suspended or expelled.

Once in first grade, my older twin brother Logan thought it was funny to put an entire cage of rats in the principal's office even though everyone knew she was deadly afraid of rats. Well, he got in trouble and expelled after she passed out in her office. They couldn't find all of the rats and the principal had to move somewhere else until they found all of the rats. Well, it's been about eight years and I don't think they found the rats.

Then, in fifth grade, I was on the roof looking at the cars passing by. I was looking and saw a giant rhino-sized tiger walking with the cars. Once the teachers finally found me, they didn't believe me when I told them what I saw and suspended me for leaving without the class and being on the roof unsupervised. I got expelled later that week for a reason I can't remember.

This is the last school in the area that will accept us and we promised that we weren't going to cause anymore trouble. And we didn't for the most part! We survived almost a year of this place, only three months to go and we'd be home free!

At least, that's what we thought until what happened happened.

Logan and I were in our marine biology class. We had a substitute teacher named Mr. Kane since our other teacher, Mr. Joan, has called in sick. We didn't have anything to do and everyone else was just talking, so we decided to do the same.

"What do you think happened to Mr. Joan?" I whispered to my brother, who was sitting across from me.

"I don't know and I don't care," he whispered back. "At least we don't have to listen to his rants about how cool blobfish are."

I chuckled. "Yeah, but he did have a striking argument."

"Really? Blobfish are the most ugliest things on the planet. And that is saying something considering I'm sitting next to the second most ugliest thing on the planet."

I scoffed and pushed him, causing him to push me back as he laughed. I joined in as we were laughing for a minute until Mr. Kane suddenly got up. Everyone went silent as he looked at us, even Logan and I held our breaths, looking at each other.

He then looked at us. We all just stared at each other for what felt like forever until he finally spoke.

"Mr. Joan informed me of a slide show he wanted me to show you," he said, his voice sounding robotic. "Pick up a piece of paper and pencils and write what's on the board."

Everyone groaned before picking up their things. Mr. Kane put on a slide show titled 'GREEK MYTHS AND THEIR PURPOSE.'

"This isn't marine biology at all," a student behind us whispered.

"Is Mr. Joan actually becoming insane?" another student spoke.

Logan and I looked at each other.

"Why is he giving usa lesson on Greek Mythology?" Logan whispered. "He should not have the energy for this."

I just shrugged as Mr. Kane flipped the slide to one titled 'THE BIRTH OF THE GODS' he turned to the class. "Can anyone tell me, without reading the board, how the Six Olympian gods came to be?"

I looked around. No one raised their hands. Mr. Kane sighed and decided to call on someone. Unfortunately, that someone was me.

"Mrs. uhhh," he dragged, trying to guess my last name.

"Agulera," I told him.

"Yes, Agrabah," he said before looking at the slide then back to me. "Tell me how the Six Olympian gods came to be."

"Uh..." I muttered. "They came from the Titans Kronos and Rhea, who came from Gaia and Ouranos. Kronos got a prophecy which foretold that one of his children were going to overthrow him. To prevent that happening, once his kids were born, he swallowed them whole. Rhea, who didn't want this to happen again, fed her husband a rock in place of her newborn child who was just born. She then put her child, which turned out to be Zeus, on a mountain to be taken care of until he was strong enough to fight his father. When that finally happened, he went to Kronos, and as a offering fed him wine and other mixtures, which made him throw up his other siblings. Then, them together fought Kronos and sliced his remains up and threw him in the pits of Tartarus. Then, the brothers, Poseidon, Hades, and Zeus, decided to split Kronos' land amongst themselves. Hades got the underworld, Poseidon got the seas, and Zeus got the skies."

Everyone was silent as I finished.

Then someone coughed. "Nerd," I heard them say before the entire class just bursted out laughing.

"Very good, Agrabah," Mr. Kane said.

"Agulera," I corrected.

"Right, right, my apologies," he said before turning back to the board. "Now, can-"

Just as he started, the bell rung, signalling lunch. Everyone gathered their things and started to rush out.

"Well then," he muttered before sitting back at his desk.

Logan and I started to head out. "Same place as last time?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yep. Make sure to tell Grover once you see him, okay?"

Logan nodded and walked out of the room.

I was at the door when I heard Mr. Kane speak again.

"Yes..." he spoke. "I felt it...no I didn't hit my head again!"

I just took it as him being insane so I just walked out of the room before I heard anything else.

Grover Underwood. There are many words to describe him. One of them being a nervous wreck. We became friends when he arrived in the middle of the school year. He stuck with Logan and I since then and was the only person who didn't doubt us when we told him about what we were seeing. Or he did and was just trying to make us feel better by saying he didn't. Even then it's a win in our book.

We were sitting together on one of the benches, eating the school's off-brand pizza and stale cookies, just minding our business.

"How was marine biology?" Grover asked us.

Logan and I exchanged looks. "Weird," we said in unison.

"How weird?" he asked.

"Well, for one we had a substitute," Logan started. "Which isn't weird, but it was a bit unusual."

I nodded. "And he put on a slide show about Greek Mythology, at the very end of the class," I continued. "Why couldn't he have given it to us at the first bell?"

Grover shrugged. "Maybe he forgot?"

Logan and I shrugged. "Maybe," we said.

Grover sighed. "I hate it when you two do that."

We laughed as we finished the pizza and cookies. Logan looked around and stared at the door far from us. He groaned. "There's Mrs. Haze."

I glared at him. "For real?" he nodded and I spun around to see Mrs. Haze talking to the other teachers. I also groaned.

Mrs. Haze hates us. Everytime we were in her line of sight, she would find some reason to punish us. It's like we were the only ones around who caused a problem, cause she doesn't have a problem with any of the other kids. Not even the ones who be causing actual problems. We knew that if she spotted us, we would get a really stern talking to.

Logan sighed. "At least she didn't notice us yet," he said as Grover and I finally took our eyes away from Mrs. Haze. "So we're safe."

"But we should leave before she actually spots us," I suggested. Logan nodded but Grover put a hand on mine.

"Maybe we should just stay put?" he insisted. "Maybe if she doesn't see us looking at her then we can be safe?"

Logan and I looked at each other before sighing reluctantly. "Fine," we told him.

"Thank you," Grover replied before pointing at my uneaten cookie. "Are you going to eat that?"

I looked at the cookie in my hand before giving it to him. Logan did the same. "Why did we even grab thes cookies?" I asked, brushing off my hands. "We're allergic to chocolate."

Logan shrugged once again, smirking as we watched Grover inhale our cookies as well as his own.

We sat in silence for a second before Grover spoke again. "This yard looks sad," he told us.

He wasn't lying. The grass was almost dead and there was just a large pile of dirt in the middle of the yard where kids used to jump in almost daily until the teachers told them to stop since they were covered in dirt. We knew that Grover was an enviornmentalist, meaning that this pained him to see.

I patted Grover's back as Logan just sighed. "Yeah," he agreed. "But what can we do? It isn't like the teachers would let us just remodel the whole courtyard."

"I wish they did," Grover muttered. I just wrapped my arm around him.

"It's okay, Grover," I said. "Maybe next year we can have the courage to stand up to them."

Grover looked at me for a moment, but said nothing as he turned back to the yard in front of us.

Once again we were silent until we heard footsteps coming our way. We didn't look their wayso we didn't see it when they threw their lunch at us until we felt it.

We finally looked at the group and noticed it was Clara Quinn and her posse. Clara was your average Regina George. If Regina George came in the form of a 14 year old girl. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and light skin. She wore expensive crop tops and shorts and always had makeup on so everyone could tell how rich she was. And out of everyone in this school, she always came after us.

"Oops," she smirked. "I slipped." she then laughed loudly, causing her other friends to laugh as well.

Logan brushed the food off of himself and glared at Clara. He tried to stand up but Grover stopped them.

"You can't hit girls," he reminded Logan.

I stood up. "But I can," I walked to them, but Grover grabbed the back of my shirt.

"You can't fight at all," he said. "Both of you are on a surveillance warning. One fight and you could get cut."

We groaned as sat down. Clara laughed louder.

"Yeah," she mocked. "Listen to your little boyfriend," she said before turning around to her friends.

I sighed. Every time they do this and every time Grover tells us not to intervene. How can we not intervene? They are bullies, and I can't deal with bullies who mess with my friend of my brother.

I guess Logan thought the same since he looked at Grover. "Come one, Groves, we have to do something! They can't keep messing with you like this."

"But you've been doing so well," Grover told us. "I can't have you two be cut this close to summer break."

Logan and I exchanged glances before we both sat back on the bench.

"Fine," he groaned. "But if they throw any more food, I am attacking."

I nodded in agreement. And once he said that more food came. This time, it was a peanut butter sandwich that landed on the side of my face. I quickly took it off and threw it on the ground, but it wasn't quick enough as a rash started to form on my face.

In a panic, Grover handed me my epipen. I took it but the rash remained for a while. I looked for Logan, but Grover caught him first and jumped up to run towards him. I followed and saw him marching towards Clara and her gang. He stopped just a foot away from her.

Clara's smirked remained. "What?" she asked innocently. "Don't you like peanuts?"

Logan curled his hands into a fist and I heard a rattling noise from afar. I turned to see that the fire hydrant was shaking uncontrollably. Other students noticed it as well and tried to back away from it.

"Logan," Grover warned. "Remember your breathing techniques."

But he didn't listen and just got angrier as he looked at her face. The fire hydrant shook more violently now.

Clara snickered before turning to her friend. "See?" she asked. "What a cow-"

Before she could finish, the fire hydrant bursted, sending a blast of water towards Clara. Just as it was going Logan slapped Clara hard. The water then finally hit her, sending her flying towards the brick wall.

Everyone gasped as the water finally stopped and Logan snapped out of his anger.

Clara looked at Logan angrily. "Logan slapped me!" she screamed.

Instantly, Logan and I looked at Mrs. Haze, who was marching towards us.

"Oh shit," I muttered.

Grover grabbed us. "Let's go," he said.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Let's go!" he repeated, and after we that we ran inside of the building after Grover, not knowing what was happening or where we were going.