So this is my newest story, I hope you enjoy!

Takes place after TLO

Highlight of the day: I class we were presenting drama skits that were based on TV shows. My group performed as the characters from Phineas and Ferb (I was Perry, and I got to wear the hat as Agent P). My teacher gave us a 90%.

"Yeah I'm excited!" I practically screamed at Maddi.

"Same here!" she screamed back.

"It's Europe, how could we not be!" I jumped up and down on my bed, the blankets falling onto the floor, my dark curly hair flying everywhere.

"So, I'll see you in two days?"

"That's when the flights leave."

"Kay, get packing!"

Maddi hung up the phone, but I was still dancing around. School was finally over, and I was of to Paris then Rome then London, how could I not be happy. I was going with my best friend Maddi, who's parents were the richest people I knew. Everyone around them was practically their bitch.

I was so psyched. It was three weeks of endless shopping, sightseeing, and cute foreign guys. What's not to love? I was running around my room singing American Boy to get me in the travelling mood when my mom interrupted my thoughts.

"Suzie, come down here. We need to talk. Stop stomping your big feet, there are other people living in this building!" my mom called at me.

"Okay!" I was in too much of a good mood to even be annoyed at the fact that her yelling was way more disrruptive than my jumping. "What's up mom?"

She sighed deeply. "I just spoke with you're father earlier on today. This is important, so listen, stop spinning around."

I stopped my dancing, sat down, and picked up an unopened Coke can to occupy my attention. "My father?"

Mom nodded. "He wants you to go to a camp this summer. He says you need to."

Anger rose to my head. "Why should it matter what he thinks? I've never even met him!"

"Honey," my mom's eyes were so sad, "I really need you to go. I know you don't believe you're father still cares, but he does."

"What point are you getting at?" I still had no idea what my mom was trying to tell me.

"I'm saying that you can't go to Paris anymore."

The Coke can I was holding exploded all over the floor and table causing a huge mess. I had crushed it with one hand. "Excuse me?"

"Suzie, you can't go to Paris." My mom repeated.

"What the fuck! Mom, this is the chance of a lifetime, and I'm turning it down so that I can go to some stupid camp? Are you listening to yourself?" I screamed at her.

"It doesn't make a lot of sense now, but it will. You need to go, I can't avoid it anymore."

"Fuck you mom! You don't even care that I would finally be really happy. You act so nice, but you're such a bitch!"

"Susan!" my mom said weakly, but I had already thrown down my chair, and ran out of the door. I whipped my cell phone out of my pocket.

"Maddi," I choked, "the bitch called off the trip, I can't go travelling anymore."

"....what? but we've been looking forward to this for forever. Why not?"

"She wants me to go to some stupid camp." I sulked

"Wait...camp?" Maddi sounded a little overconcerned, but then again, our perfect summer had been ruined.

"I know, stupid."

Maddi mumbled somthing I couldn't understand, then continued to say "Well, maybe next summer. I gotta go though. Bye!"

I was already out the building and onto the crowded Manhattan streets. I was used to it, I walked these streets everyday. I ran down the streets as fast as I could so that I could get as far away from home as possible. If my mom was going to send me to some kind of camp, she would have to find me first.

I don't know what it was, but that moment was what possibly lead up to the end of my life. It was unusually shiny. Normally I didn't walk into strange alleys unless it was to play a prank on some pothead, but the bronze colour had caught my attention. I had seen it out of the corner of my eye, but it was pulling me in, begging me to check it out. What was that?

I never got to find out. Suddenly, there was a wrenching pain in my thigh, and a big hand clamped over my mouth. Hands wrapped around my waist and started to pull me farther back in the shadows, and I realized what was going down right now. I was about to be raped, then mugged, and the cops would find my body in a broken down car or a river in three weeks. I pushed and screamed as loud as I could, but nothing happened. I could hardly breathe, the hand was pressing down so hard over my mouth and nose.

I followed my instincts and kicked backwards, hitting the person, and I was momentarily dropped only to notice the deep stab wound in my thigh. I wouldn't be able to run. I started to get up when my head exploded in pain, and I guess I blacked out.

I started to hear a bit before I could see. I heard some mumbling, and I had no idea what was going on. I wasn't dead...yet. You might say that's a good sign. When my vision finally cleared up, I was indoors, tied to a chair. My thigh was barely bleeding anymore, but it really looked like a massive period stain. There were three guys having a conversation in the corner on the room, but I only caught a few words.

"...report progress first?" One blonde guy said.

"No, surprise them..." a redhead responded.

"Shhh!" the other one said. His dark hair looked like a hobo's; overgrown and messy, "She's awake!"

Their attention turnede to me, and I wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.

"Where the fuck am I?" My tone was close to a growl.

"What does it look like sweety?" The redhead replied.

"Well," I rolled my eyes, "It looks like a room with cheap vinyl flooring instead of tiles. A decent paint job could help too."

The blonde one got down really close to my face, and smirked. "You know what this is about, so why don't you stop trying to be smart about it?"

"You want me to act retarded then?" I scowled, "Me no know why I'm here. Me go potty now!"

His face was unimpressed. "Piss your pants!"

"Let me go! I'll call the cops!" I yelled at him.

"Yeah, like they could do anything." He and his faggot friends all laughed, and I was angry.

I spat on the blonde one, leaving an ugly mark on his face. "Douche bag."

He came right across and slapped my, and my face stung with pain. "Bitch, get down!"

Do not cry, this is not the time I silently begged myself, but I was freaking out. Who were these people, and why were they keeping me here. Was this all part of some sick hostage situation?

I didn't have time to think of a new insult for the guys because the door to the room exploded open and I couldn't believe my eyes.

If I hadn't been so terrified, I would've yelled "Teen Titans GO!", but it hardly seemed the time or place. I had honestly never been so confused in my entire life, and I've had a lot of confusing moments.

The cops hadn't burst down the door, it was kids. Teenagers. Two guys who looked like twins, with the gleam in there eyes which made me feel like I was abou to get pickpocketed. A tall guy with dark brown skater hair like that faggot singer... Justin Bieber, just differnet colour. He was cute for sure, and he had arrows notched. Then ther was a really pretty girl with blode curly hair, but her eyes were a dark grey, very determined. And the last guy...no way.... he looked like me. Dark hair and sea green eyes, like my brother from another mother. I could see this not going very far.

"Damn!" blonde guy shouted, and he ran to the corner of the room and brought back a sword. His friends followed suit.

The guy who looked like me held up a sword and pointed it at the redhead. "Let her go!"

"How 'bout no?" the red head smirked, until he was swung at, and almost died in the first few seconds.

The rest of them engaged in some sort of fight, while I was still sitting here completely unaware of what was going on, dumbfounded.

"Hey, just hold on, I'm getting you out." I heard what I thought was thye girl behind me, but I didn't see anyone. Okay, now I'm hearing mysterious voices in my head, one of the symptoms of insanity.

But no, because the ropes were loosening their grip, and falling to the ground.

"Okay," I heard her say, and suddenly, she was right there beside me, her eyes filled with concern, "We have to run."

I took a step, but I had forgotten about my injured thigh, and nearly fell, but she caught me, and I limped as fast as I could away from the scene. I was halfway down the stairs when I lost my footing, and without meaning to, screamed.

"Shit!" the girl whispered, and we were running down faster. I could hear footsteps following close behind, and I could barely stop myself from crying. We burst through the door at the bottom and onto the street, and the girl put a Yankees hat on my head.

"Here," she told me quickly, "Non one can see you. Eat this." she reaching into her pocket and handed me a brownie. It might of had a tiny bit of lint on it, but I shoved it in my mouth and it tasted like heaven. Immediately my leg started to feel better and I was a little less traumatized.

"Thanks," I told the girl.

"You're okay for now, everything is under control."

I frowned. "What about the other kids?"

"They'll be fine. They're trained fighters."

"What is this?" I joked, "Some sort of spy development technique by the CIA?"

The girl laughed, and her eyes sparkled. "Not quite. I'm Annabeth, by the way."

"My name is Suz--" I never got to finish because the other four guys stumbled out of the building, and walked straight up to us. Annabeth took back her hat.

"All done." one of the twins said, "Can we go steal some candy since we're in town?"

The skater guy punched the twin who'd talked.

The guy that looked like me had a bewildered expression on his face as he couldn't stop staring at me. "Di Imortales! I thought dad had been joking that time he said..."

"Hello, I'm really confused." I said, and they focused their attention on me.

"Well hello to you too," the other twin said, checking me out, and Annabeth slapped him.

"She was just in a near death situation and is probably freaking out, and you're hitting on her!" she slapped him again to reinforce the point.

"Okay, crazy bitch, don't kill me!" he cowered, then looked me in the eye. "Hi, I'm Connor."

The other twin went to stand by his side. "I'm Travis."

The skater's eyes twinkled. "Matt."

"I'm Percy." the last one said. He looked kinda weird, as if someone had just burst his buuble.

"Kay, so I'm Suzie, and I would like to know who you are." I tried to be polite, but I tend to almost always have a sarcistic edge to my voice, especially at the wrong time.

"We came here to rescue you, and take you to camp," Annabeth said.

"Ugh, I hate that word, camp. My mom is making me skip Paris to go to camp," I rolled my eyes, but realized they were staring at me. "It was you're camp she was talking about, wasn't it?"

They all nodded.

"What's so special about this camp?" I asked.

Annabeth took control. "It's a place for the children of mortals and gods mixed. We all happen to fall under this category, including you."

I didn't say a word. This was some huge BS right here. Children of the gods my ass. I made my decision: these kids were either major crack pots or mentally retarded.

But they had saved my life, I highly doubted that they would lie after that.

"What gods?" I mumbled, my heart skipping a beat.

"The Greek ones." Matt answers, while fumbling with something in his pocket.

"Ha, they don't exist!" I laughed, but hey're eyes stayed in the same locked position, and they weren't smiling.

"You were serious, weren't you?" My smile faded as they nodded, and it occured to me that my whole life had been a total lie. My dad hadn't left my mom when I was a baby because he and my mom just weren't meant for each other, he left because he was a god."

"Then who's my daddy?" I whispered, and I felt like a three year old.

Annabeth exchanged a strange glance with Percy. "We'll find out soon enough. Matt, is it about the right time?"

Matt took some keys out of his pocket and tossed them up. "Good enough."

"Dude" Travis said, "Sure you're dad's cool with you driving?"

Matt nodded, the broke out into a grin. "My dad owes my from the time my mom made him babysit me, and he drugged me so I'd stop breaking stuff. I hold it against him for the times I need stuff."

We walked up to some van, and got inside. I didn't care when we took of into the sky, I was too tired and dramatized. I only remember falling asleep on someone's shoulder, hoping that reality was a dream.

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