Author's Note:

Look guys, BEFORE YOU READ, this story's beginning is from the book, however, do to laziness and just the smoother course of how I wanted my story, the plot morphs into the movie's story line. 

That means this: Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Luke - yeah all them are aged like in the movie.

A lot more people than I'd thought really hated that fact, so I'm just telling you STRAIGHT up. But, if you like the movie and books, the sequel (which is already up) is ENTIRELY based off the books, kay? 

I promise it's a good story (from what I have been told), but just keep that in mind, I'm tired of getting bitched at.... Excuse my french... xxJess

     It was raining-hard.

     I grimaced and looked down at my new shoes. Great, they were completely soaked. I glanced around for some place I could stay for the night. On most days I stayed in the park, with a tent I had lifted from a sporting goods store, but since the rain was coming down so heavily, I ddin't see any chance of that happening. 

     I needed to find proper shelter.

     Stalking through the rain-slick streets, I thought back to when things were simpler, back to when I'd had a proper home. I used to stay with my grandmother, at her house in California ever since my mom and my little sister died. But, Grams had been old and was schizophrenic.

    I took good care of her, made sure she was taking her meds, eating the right foods, but since I had been twelve at the time, it obviously wasn't enough. The doctors from a mental hospital had come to our house one day, Grams told me to hide because the 'bad people' were there, so I did to make her feel secure. Anything seemed to set her off.

     I listened to their conversation through the closet door. They told Grams they were going to put her in a nice home, with friendly doctors and everything. She started crying and screaming, but they refused to leave. I listened as they dragged her out of the house. I wanted to leave the closet and save her, but it was as if something was holding me down, I couldn't move from the spot. 

     When it was all over, I had ran away. There was no reason for me to stay in California, I had no one left. So, I hitched a ride on a bus to Oregon and saw what there was to see, but I missed Grams, and my mom, and Penny. So, I decided to keep moving. On my fifteenth birthday, I hitched a ride with some nice, Christian family who was happy to help me out, and we drove to Washington. 

     They were the sweetest family I had ever met, they reminded me of my own. They even had a little girl around the same age my little sister, Penny, was when she had died. They brought back such strong memories, I had to leave them. 

     Eventually, I made my way to Seattle, by pickpocketing and fighting, of course, and I was now left with no where to turn. I was stuck.

     The wind was starting to pick up, so I tightened my jacket around me. Gez, I know it's Seattle, Washington, but come on! It's spring for Christ's sake! I was sure the weather should be getting better.

     A crack of lightning lit up the sky. I could have sworn it was aimed at me, since it landed only a couple of feet away. It was then I decided it was probably time to get moving, in case another bolt came streaming towards me.

     There was a market in the distance that sold seafood. As I peered through the onslaught of rain, I noticed that the fish market's lights were still on, even though it was at least nine o'clock p.m., so I ran into the building and was immediatly hit by a wall of fish odor.