"AHHH- Percy turn. Turn," Katie kicked his back seat in a frenzy, yelling as she watched out the back glass. Percy pushed on the gas, turned on the blinker, and cut the wheel.

Today was, and would always be, the worst birthday ever. Forget the Titan War, shoot forget his sixth birthday when Gabe got drunk, he thought as the empousas squealed with sinister giggles a lane away.

"Oh come on," one called, pulling her head out the window, "don't you want some? Just pull over and we can have a ssssssssweet treat!"

Behind him Travis lent up with his eyes glazed over and said with the lightest tone, "hey Perce, my dude, maybe you should pull over. Take your mind off- ouch!"

A shoe hit the front glass and Percy jumped, sparring a second to glance at the mirror. Katie fumed as Travis rubbed the back of his head while sitting on Connors' lap. Another car's headlights shining behind them.

All he wanted to do is hang out with some friends. This year would be ending a lot of things; his childhood, his relationship with Jason Grace, his life in New York City.

His life at Camp Half-Blood.

The car full of espousal rammed towards them, followed by high pitched giggles that screamed we're enjoying your misery, Perseus Jackson!

He dodged, tumbling a car full of demigods off the road. The two monster filled cars- the one behind and the espousals' pink jeep with blue accessories- followed, and all three cars flew down the hill.

Good thing this is Camp's van, Percy thought as a monster, presumably a baby cyclops, reached out a meaty fist with a grin and smashed the driver's side mirror. With a yelp, he pulled the car away, ramming the side into the empousals jeep. The seat belts locked and his breath hitched.

"Hey- you'll pay for that Persssuesss Jacksssonn," One hissed as she (it?) looked at the damages.

"Yeah, do you know how much a new car cossstsss?"

"Yes," he shouted back. "Too much."

"Prissy, I swear to the gods stop playing games and get us out of here," Clarisse smacked his hand from the wheel as they tumbled into a pothole.

"Godsd-" Connor began.

His last year at Camp was the best, up until his birthday fiasco. He and Annabeth were invited to tons of Senior camper parties, Chiron was more lenient on when they were allowed to leave, and many of the summer campers stayed for the year instead.

A knife embedded into the dash-cam Camp insisted on keeping. Percy glanced at the empoursals who threw it. She was wearing a red flannel and a cowboys hat, and in her hand a Mountain Dew was splashing around.

"Y'all're 'bout to get it," She screamed as their own car flipped.

Katie screamed, Clarisse Cursed, Connor Groaned, the Cyclops laughed.

His arms felt like a thousand fire ants all decided he looked like a snack- they were full of glass shards and bleeding. But at least he could feel them.

"Here, everyone watch out," rolled down the fully operating window. She swiftly climbed out, followed by Connor, Katie, Travis, and finally him.

The monsters were already waiting, as if they wanted this to be like a boss fight or something.

He uncapped Riptide as the others drew their own weapons. The empoursals howled and giggled in the distance.

"Yo, Perce," a bleeding Travis gestured to a puddle of water beside their battlefield. Clarisse laughed as they all shared the same arrogant look.

Maybe this birthday wasn't so bad after all.

What was he kidding, it was the worst, but at least he had friends to fight besides.

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This was swiftly written by me () maybe two seconds ago, so feel free to judge. Anyways, happy early birthday to our stressed and depressed demigod, Percy Jackson, who's birthday is in just a few days!