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When I woke up, the world was spinning around. Or you know, that's what it felt like. That, and like Hephaestus was slamming a glorified 24 karat gold hammer against my forehead just for the heck of it.

"Great." I muttered, "I wonder which god I'm entertaining today."

Someone next to me shifted. "What was that, Percy?"

"Nothing." I tried to shrug off the pain, my brain working hard to recognize the voice that had spoken...it was familiar...yeah, but-my entire insides froze as I raised my eyes to look at...Grover.

It was then that I became aware of three things. The first one was that I was sitting on the seat of a moving bus. Secondly, I was a whole lot shorter, and thirdly, I was going to give whoever was responsible for this a prank war with the Hermes and Hephaestus cabins. I scrambled out of the bus seat-or tried to, anyways. I had forgotten Grover was only an inch shorter than I was. I stared at him. "Grover-what in Hades?"

He stiffened. "What? You said Harry, right? What in Harry? That's a dangerous thing to say, never say Harry, he might be listening, SORRY HARRY!" he shouted, earning some stares.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't stop a laugh at how paranoid he was. I took a quick inventory, my breathing shallow as the force of the truth hit me in the face like a hammer (It felt that way). My eyes met Mrs. Dodd's, or, Alecto. "Grover," I warned, "I-" The bus hit a rocky patch, and a spasm of pain rushed through my brain, making me grimace. Each bump felt like slamming my head against a mountain in the Himalayas, only I had left my stomach on Long Island and it was bouncing all the way to Nepal. In this case, my seat. The bus came to a lurching halt, and the pain subsided. I realized Grover was shaking me.

"Percy, are you okay? That was scary. You should see the nurse. No really, I'm serious. Are you sure you're okay? Percy, Percy say something!"

I breathed a couple of times, ignoring the dull ache. "Grover, I'm fine." No sooner had the words left my tongue that I realized how wrong I was.

"You sure you're okay, right? Gods, if something happens again, Mr. D will murder me." Grover muttered the last part, but I still caught it. The Metropolitan Museum of Art had statues all around, but I was only concentrating on faces in the crowd. Or one face in particular. The face of a Fury.

"Percy, you need to see the nurse." Grover insisted.

"The only person I need to see is who is responsible for this...joke." I snapped, "Stop it Grover, I know you're faking. Where's Annabeth? Is she gone? Just tell me." Grover looked away, and I immediately felt guilty. But when he turned back at me, he looked scared.

"Grover, I'm sorry. Look, just stop, ok? If this is some stupid trick, at least put Annabeth in it. Tell whatever stupid, worthless, filthy immortal that's in charge of this to go-"

The next part included many cuss words that would totally get censored in a kid's book...and would most likely have me be facing a lawsuit if I even labeled this teens.

Grover gulped. "You should really go lie down. I-I don't even know anyone named Annabeth."I knew he was lying. I was about to tell him everything, but I winced. The pounding in my head had increased. I sat down, suddenly dizzy, and rubbed my temples.

But…

"Yeah...yeah, maybe I'll go see Chi-I mean Mr. Brunner. Tell him I'm not feeling to great. Probably stress."

"I'll come with you. I don't want anything happening-"

"No-no, Grover, sorry. I just...need some time to relax."

Grover nodded so hard his Rasta cap almost came off, and he scrambled to put it back on. Then, just for the laughs, I whispered, "Nice horns you're growing there." before running off, leaving him confused.

I was on my way to Chiron's office when I groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, Nancy Bobofit and her little gang stepped out from a wall in front of Grover. She laughed, and dumped the contents of her lunch on his head. He whimpered. Nancy shoved him into a wall. "Can't I get a moment's peace?" I muttered, before racing back to help him.

Nancy took one look at me and smirked. "What do you want? Grover's using you, you know? Making the big kids do all the work. Not that anyone isn't big compared to him."

I glared at Nancy...for a second. Something in my brain clicked. I had faced Kronos, Gaea, and even the wrath of a girlfriend, and here was a mortal, twelve-year-old bully who thought she owned me. Then I did something even I didn't expect. I walked up to her, met her eye-to eye, and laughed in her face.

She looked confused, then quickly masked her emotions. "What are you laughing at, freak? Oh wait, I know! You've looked in a mirror."

Grover gulped. "Umm...Percy's not feeling that great. Just-"

"Is there something going on here I should know about?" A sharp voice cut through the air like a knife through play-doh. I reached into my pocket and cursed in ancient Greek. Mrs. Dodds turned her head to me curiously. I didn't have Riptide. I was defenseless.

"Nancy was bullying Grover, miss. I was just standing up for him."

Mrs. Dodds pursed her lips. "Bullying, hmmm? Grover, are you alright? Is this true?"

Grover nodded while Nancy stared daggers at me.

"Bullying at Yancy! Well, I never would have believed it. Nancy, report to Mr. Brunner."

I stared. What was going on?

"Percy, I'd like some insight on this. Follow me." Aaaand, there it was.

"Wait!" I called. Mrs. Dodds turned around. "I left my...pen...cil...in C-Mr. Brunner's class. Would you mind if I run and get it? I'll be right back." Mrs. Dodds began to say something, but I cut her off. "Great, thanks!"

I raced to Chiron's office, hoping he would be there. It was my only chance. I knocked on his door like crazy. "Mr. Brunner! Please, help me! It's urgent!"

The door clicked on the word help. I was staring face-to-face with Chiron, in human form, holding Riptide in pen form. His kind eyes met my crazed ones. "Percy?"

"Chiron, I have no time to explain, but Mrs. Dodds is a Fu-I mean, Kindly One and she thinks I've taken Zeus's bolt but I haven't and she's about to attack me, but I'm not twelve years old, I'm seventeen and I've already lived this!"

Riptide the Pen clattered to the floor as he stared at me in shock. Taking a deep breath, he made the old sign for warding off evil and raised an eyebrow. I sighed. "A gesture isn't going to ward her off."

I picked Riptide from the floor. He shook his head. "Who-what? Explain."

I took a breath. "I-M Annabeth for me. No-wait, she doesn't know me yet. Never mind. Thalia? Darn. Mom? Great, I'm resorting to my mother for help!"

"Slow down. From the beginning. How did you get here?" Chiron suggested.

"Ok. My name is Perseus Jackson, and one day my mom, Sally Jackson, and my dad, Poseidon, were getting real cuddly, so my dad-"

"Farther, please. Please."

"Ok. I woke up this morning, and-Augh!" A burst of pain shot at my head, and I pressed both palms against the bridge of my nose. My ears rung, and the world spun, making me feel like I was about to throw up. I vaguely remember trying to scream, but the pain was overwhelming. When it finally passed, Chiron was shaking me. He looked more serious than I had ever seen him. After a couple minutes of shuddering breaths, I began to retell my story.

"I woke up, and everything hurt like that. I was on a bus, and Grover was there-"

"You remember him?"

"My memory hasn't been wiped." I raised an eyebrow. "Been there, done that. Anyways, I'm not twelve. I'm seventeen, and everything's okay now because Kronos and Gaea are gone and the Romans are there and Nico is okay...and Annabeth…" my voice broke. "You have to believe me, please. She's waiting, and all I need is Riptide. I've used it for five years, please Chiron!" my voice sounded childish, even to me.

"Tell me everything after, all right?" said Chiron.

I nodded and snatched up the pen.

Mrs. Dodds was waiting. I scowled, feeling my hands close around Riptide. "We're doing this again, eh Mrs. Dodds?"

She smiled. "Yes, I suppose we are. But tell me, why is now different?"

"Because I don't have it."

Mrs. Dodds laughed. "Confess and you will feel much less pain." her face was lengthening, wings sprouting from her back.

"I didn't take the bolt, but I know who did."

"It was YOU!" Alecto flew at me, talons and all. I whipped out Riptide and sliced her in half, watching the dust settle. I blew it away and pocketed Riptide. Huh. Not as scary as I remember it.

Chiron had been watching. His jaw was set, eyes unreadable. "Young man, you have a lot of explaining to do."