Chapter one
The calling

It was a stormy night in the big apple. And my mother and father are at a summer camp some whear and Im stuck with my grandma and grandpa in a small apt when I should be out with my paintball gun and shooting Alex Beckendorf in the face. I sighed I miss my mom and dad and I herd them talking one time about a prophecy of some sort I can still rember what thay said “ a half-blood of the eldest gods shall reach sixteen agenst all odds and see the world in endless sleep the hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap a single choose shall end his days Olympus to preserve or raze” I think it’s some stupid poem but it fells real like it happened before but I don’t know how but it just felt so real. I thought of being a swimmer and a arckateckt like my mother or a deep-sea diver like my dad but all I wanted was to shoot Alex in the face! When mom herd this before she laughed and said “you have the short temper like Aries the god of war” but I said “mom he’s just a myth like all of the Olympians” but dad asked how I could swim so well when I was a baby I said” you taught me how to swim and that I had to send prayers to Poseidon my grand father but my grand father is blowsinch. But whatever my grand ma is sally and my father is her son Percy Jackson and my mother is Annabeth Jackson