I came up with Jules to make a friend laugh, but she kind of grew on me into something more. I hope you like her as much as I do, since her personality is partially based off of me and my BFF's. (Fangirl squeal! :D) Aaanyways, enjoy!

"Hey Jules, are you okay? You look completely exhausted."

I rubbed the bruise-colored circles under my eyes.

"Ugh, I feel about as good as I look. I got like, twenty minutes of sleep last night. I swear, I stayed up until four in the morning doing my science project."

"Are you at least done?"

"Yeah, finally."

Lana looked great, as usual. Her silky black hair was shiny and lustrous, and her dark eyes were bright and clear. A touch of lip gloss and eyeliner was- you guessed it- perfectly applied on her flawless olive colored skin. Completely the opposite of me. My tangled red hair was shoved into a low ponytail, just like it had been every day since fourth grade.

"Well," she said, "at least try to sleep some on the bus, okay?"

"You read my mind, Lana."

I closed my eyes, and felt the gentle purr of the school bus engines lull me to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, there were a bunch of people standing over me.

"Oh no," I exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. "How long have I been asleep?"

Wait a second- I didn't recognize any of these people. A boy with turquoise eyes, and a girl with blond hair in a pony tail just like mine, who looked a few years older than me. A tall Asian dude.

"Jules! You're awake!" cried a really pretty Native American-type girl, with feathers braided into her brown hair.

"Um, what?"

"That sea monster took you out pretty bad. You've been unconscious for almost eight hours."

And then it hit me.

Oh. My. God. OH. MY. GOD.

Turquoise eyes. Sea monsters. And- I turned over- a girl about my age with dark curly hair and a really jock-type blonde guy, wearing a purple T-shirt.

This was so not happening. SO NOT HAPPENING.

"Yeah, look, just to be sure, um, what are all of your names again?"

"Oh gods," said the curly-haired one. "Did she lose her memory or something?"

"No, I remember some stuff, it's just, I want… to be sure?"

She looked really confused for a second, but responded obligingly.

"Okay, so, I'm Hazel, and that's Frank, Jason, Piper, Percy, and Annabeth. And Leo's steering right now, but he's around too."

I was right. I WAS RIGHT.

I was in Percy Jackson-verse.

And, even better, I wasn't, like, turned into Annabeth or whatever. I was in the Percy Jackson-verse AS MYSELF. I got to be MYSELF. IN THE PERCY JACKSON-VERSE.

BEST DAY EVER.

I turned around, and looked at my surroundings. I was lying in a pretty comfortable double bed, covered in a white bed spread. There were a bunch of posters of bands I liked, along with a large bookshelf, a desk, and a mini fridge. The whole place seemed to glow with a kind of golden light. It was really nice.

"Hang on, so, am I demigod? Like, a Prophecy demigod?"

Annabeth leaned over onto my bed.

"So you really don't remember?"

"Uh, I seem to have forgotten everything about myself."

"Okay, you guys," she announced. "Let's go around the room, and everyone say something about Jules."

Everyone agreed, and I settled back to listen.

"I'll start, said Percy. "Your full name is Juliana Greene."

Well duh.

"Um, you're a daughter of Hecate, from Camp Half Blood." said Frank.

Woah. Cool.

"Me next," volunteered Piper. "You, along with all of us here, and Leo, are from the Prophecy of Eight."

Wait, what? Eight? What happened to the Prophecy of Seven?

"You're my best friend," Hazel said shyly.

Okay. Cool. I could totally live with that.

Annabeth bit her lower lip.

"Your favorite things are chocolate chip pancakes, music, and Harry Potter."

Good to know I haven't changed.

"Um, you always get mad a Leo because he steals your pudding whenever we have it," announced Jason.

"Oh yeah, " grinned Percy. "The Great Pudding War."

Awesomesauce.

I lifted up my hands, and concentrated hard, then gasped in shock. From my right pinky finger, there was a small pale blue forget-me-not flower sprouting. Magic.

Demigod magic.

The other's looked at me strangely. I had a huge dorky smile plastered on my face. I plucked the flower from my finger, and presented it with a flourish to Hazel, who tucked behind her ear with a grin.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a huge gong, ringing through the Argo II.

"Dinner!" cried Frank.

"I heard Nico might be coming for dinner tonight," said Hazel.

NICO? As in super cool goth Nico? Who also happened to be totally and utterly GAY?

This was going to be interesting.

So! I hoped you liked it. I'm considering other series, in which Jules gets to travel through other book universes, but I suppose that's up to how this is received. More chapters coming soon!