Chapter One

Percy's POV

My sea-blue duffel bag in hand, I climbed out of the taxi, into a peaceful suburb of San Francisco. I shoved my hand into the right pocket of my ripped jeans, searching for the paper. I felt the dry crinkles and pulled it out. I read my father's home address once more and went on my way. I found a white, wooden sign with the words "Pine Woods" painted in some-what cursive letters. Wow. No graffiti. I thought. It must be a nice neighborhood, compared to my old one.

I used to live in the busting city life of New York City. I was sent here by my mother, Sally Jackson. No, I didn't do anything wrong, well, not enough to get me sent here, but I did come a week earlier. My mom was fired from her job, and her low-life (now) ex-husband left her, not that I didn't mind. It turned out that my birth father, Poseidon Jackson, had a successful company, and he was now rich. He bought our tickets so we could come live with him. My mother graciously accepted. Sally had to pack up all of our belongings (not that we had many,) so she was coming a week later than me.

I walked into the neighborhood of Pine Woods to find out it was different. No, it did not have laser sharks (It would have been awesome if it did though.) All of the houses were different, compared to those in movies. Each house was painted a different color with a different yard. For example, one house was painted hot pink with fuchsia orchids planted on the perfect green yard. I looked at the paper again and found my father's house. It was sea-green with a bridge over a small stream, perhaps the pathway to the front door. I walked up to the entrance and gave it a few hasty knocks. I heard heavy footsteps, and the door opened.

"Percy?" The man asked. He had russet hair, with a matching close-shaved beard that was speckled with gray. He had a well evened skin tone that was yet not tan, but also not pale. He had on a yellow button-up Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts.

"Poseidon?" I stared unbelievably at him. Wow. My dad must be a hippie.

"Come on in Percy," He opened the door to reveal the spectacular interior of his home.

I stepped in.

Ha-ha, sorry guys, Cliffie! I was trying to type all of this for a record time, but I kept spacing out 3 Well, this is my first ever draft, and I hope you like it!

Read, write, review, and inspire. Every review gets me motivated for the next chappie! Oh, and I hope you like Percy's reaction to his dad's clothes. (Lol, "HIPPIE?!") Well, I luv you guys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. If you see my name on the cover on the book, CALL ME! C:

I am sorry that this chapter was so short. I will make the second chapter longer! 3