(Y/n)'s P.O.V

          Look, we didn't want to be half-bloods.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: hop off the app now.

Believe whatever lie your parents told you about your birth and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous.

It's scary, most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

         If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fake, great, read on.

I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you feel something stirring inside of you stop reading immediately.

You might be one us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you, don't say I didn't warn you.

          My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I'm twelve years old.

Until a few months ago, I was a boarding school student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that. Things really started going bad on the field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art where we went to look at Greek and Roman stuff.

          All the way into the trip I had to deal with Nancy Bobofit, the red haired girl who was hitting one of my best friends, Grover, in the back of the head with chunks of her peanut-butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target, he was scrawny and he tended to cry when he got frustrated.

He walked funny like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you, you should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

"I'm going to kill her," my other friend Percy Jackson mumbled as he sat in between me and Grover.

"It's okay, I like peanut butter," he said trying to calm Percy down.

           Nancy decided to throw more of her sandwich at Grover, which he avoided but Percy still got fired up, "that's it."

He started to get up, but I pulled him down to his seat, "Percy, we're already on probation," I reminded him.

"You know that we'll both get blamed if anything happens," I told him as the bus stopped.

Mr. Brunner was leading the tour with the math teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, who I'm sure is the devil.

"Will you shut up?" I heard Percy whisper yell suddenly.

          I looked back at him as the whole group laughed and Mr. Brunner stopped to look at him, "Mr. Jackson, did you have a comment?" He asked.

His face was read, "no, sir..." He said.

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

Percy and I looked at the carving, "that's Kronos eating his kids, right?" he said. "Yes," Mr Brunner said, obviously not satisfied.

         I had spaced off for a moment only to feel a hand on my shoulder, I looked over to see Grover.

"Come on (Y/n) we're going to eat lunch." I only nodded and smiled.

The rest of the class sat on the steps of the museum while Percy, Grover, and I were sitting at the edge of the fountain.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

       "Nah, not from Brunner," Percy said as I patted his back and gave him some of my oreos.

"Can I have your apple?" Grover asked me, making me toss it to him.

We all talked about classes and stuff we were excited to do when we get out for break.

Suddenly, Nancy Bobofit's half-eaten lunch ended up in Grover's lap, "oops," she cackled sarcastically.

          It had happened all so fast at one moment Nancy and her ugly friends were standing in front of us and laughing and then Nancy flew into the fountain as we stood their in shock.

"Percy and (Y/n) pushed me!" As she said that Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us. "Now sweethearts-"

"We know" Percy said, "a month of erasing workbooks."

That was not the right thing to say.

"You two, come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

       "Wait, it was me! I pushed Nancy!" Grover said, trying to defend us.

"I don't think so Mr. Underwood, you're staying here."

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here," she said more sternly.

"It's alright, Grover," I said, Percy nodding in agreement.

After giving Nancy a 'I'll kill you later,' stare we followed Mrs. Dodds into an empty section.

         Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed and a mean look on her face.

"You've been causing us problems, you two," she growled.

"yes, ma'am," I answered, feeling a deadly chill crawl up my back.

"Did you think you two could really get away with it?" She said with a sneer.

"We'll try harder, ma'am," Percy forced out.

          Thunder shook the building, "we are not fools, you two," Mrs. Dodds said, it was only a matter of time before we found you, confess and you will suffer less pain."

Percy and I looked at each other in confusion and fear of what the teacher was saying. "You're time is up."

Then the weirdest thing yet happened, Mrs. Dodds' fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings.

           She was not human. Before this math teacher could cut us into ribbons, Mr. Brunner wheeled in yelling something to Percy and throwing a ballpoint pen toward him.

As he caught it, the pen was no longer a pen but a bronze sword.

"Die sweethearts!" She dived towards us, I ducked down before there was silence, I looked up to see only ash, no Mr. Brunner, and Percy with the ballpoint pen.

"What just happened...." I asked as my voice shook. "I'm not sure..." Percy said with wide eyes and tense stance.

           "Let's go," Percy said grabbing my hand as we went outside, where it was now raining.

Grover was sitting by the fountain and Nancy was still soaking wet, surrounded by her ugly friends.

"I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt, you duds," Nancy sneered.

"Who?"

"Our math teacher, who I hope made you eat it!" She screamed.

I looked at her with confusion. "Why are you speaking in rhymes?" I asked her.

        "You freaks! Rhymes aren't what I speak!" She said before her eyes started freaking out in rhymes to her friends.

We had asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was and all he responded with was, 'who?'

"Not funny man," Percy said, "this is serious." Thunder boomed overhead.

Percy left to talk to Mr. Brunner as I watched from afar, and if I was being total honest, I was freaking out.

Percy came back with wide eyes, "Percy, what's wrong?" I asked.

"No one knows who Mrs. Dodds is..."