"What? You guys are insane! There's no way that's possible!" I shout to the two teenagers staring back at me. It makes me feel like I'm being evaluated. Like they're wondering if I'm good enough. But whatever it is they're trying to convince me of, it's not going to work. I'm very… let's call it persistent. They're trying to tell me my dad was an ancient Greek god. Can you believe them? Doesn't it just scream 'insane asylum escapees'? But the funny part is, they act like they know me. What I go through every day. Maybe I'm insane too.

"No, we're telling you the truth, Hannah Grace," the girl says. She's about sixteen or seventeen, about four years older than me. She's got blonde hair, and gray eyes. Intense gray eyes. Very smart looking eyes. She says her name's Annabelle, or something like that.

"Our parents are Greek gods too," the boy says. He's also sixteen or seventeen, but he's got black hair and green eyes, like me. He doesn't look as smart as the girl, but he doesn't seem stupid either. Of course, I'm not sure an insane person can be smart or dumb. "For instance, my dad is Poseidon." He claims his name is Percy. That I can remember.

"Yeah, right. And I'm Carrie Underwood," I retort.

"And my mother's Athena," the girl says.

"We can prove it to you," Percy says.

"How can you do that?" Now I was getting a little curious.

"Just answer a few questions for me."

"O…k…" Once again, I think 'insane asylum'.

"Were you raised by your mom or your dad?"

"My mom and her fiancé. Why does this matter?"

"Hold on. I'll answer your questions in a minute."

"Oh, that's helpful." With the hundreds of questions jumbled up in my head, I'm not sure I can focus on his questions anyway.

"Do you have ADHD and/or dyslexia?"

"Yeah… How did you know?"

"Annabeth, why don't you explain this one?"

"Okay." She takes in deep breath. Yay. "Like all demigods, you have dyslexia because your mind is wired in Ancient Greek. Your mind doesn't like English because your brain was programmed to read Greek. The ADHD is because of your battle reflexes."

"Excuse me?"

"You're made for battle. Depending on who your godly parent is determines how much better you'll be."

It is so weird, because all of a sudden they're making sense. Part of my brain seems to comprehend it, but the rest of me isn't. It is so confusing.

"Ok, that makes sense. So do you know who my dad is or what?" I asked.

"I don't know, but we'll know as soon as we get you back to camp," Percy says, pulling a pen out of his pocket.

"Camp?"

"Camp Half-Blood. It's the only safe place in the world for demigods like us," Annabeth says.

"One more question," I say.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Annabeth says while messing with a laptop.

"What the heck is that?"

"Get behind me!" Percy yells as he pulls the cap off his pen… that's no longer a pen but a sword.

"Whoa…"

Thanks to everyone who randomly decided to read this! You guys are the reason I write at all! And sorry, I changed how old Hannah Grace is! So now she's thirteen again! (for those who didn't know, I changed it to twelve then back to thirteen) Not too big of a change, but a change none the less! Keep on writing those reviews (even if you think this was horrible!) I'd rather hear (or read, as the case may be) your opinion that this is bad than get nothing from anyone! Give me your feedback and ideas for what should happen next! Thanks, you guys are awesome!