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(Cue the dramatic music)

{Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.}

After hearing that every half-blood nodded their head in agreement.

"Nobody wants to be a half-blood," said Annabeth. The wizarding world had no clue what they were talking about. " What's wrong with being half-bloods?" asked James to the demigods. But all demigods just avoided eye contact with that god and goddess giving them looks from any side and just ignoring James's question.

 If you're watching this because you think you might be one, my advice is:

"oh my gods, Percy give advice," said Thalia.

The Stoll and Marauders being as dramatic as ever shouted "EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELF!"

Turn this off right now.

Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

All the demigods paused and looked at the screen impressively.

"That's pretty good advice," said Annabeth.

If you're a normal kid, watching this believing that this is all fiction, great. Continue. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

"I envy them too," said Will. All demigods agree with what Will said.

But if you recognize yourself throughout this if you feel something stirring inside. Stop watching immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

"Who'll come for all of you," asked Harmonie, worried for her mother's best friends.

Thalia looked at her and smiled softly " you'll see soon enough"

Don't say I didn't warn you. My name is Percy Jackson. I'm eleven years old. Until a few months ago. I was a boarding student at Hogwarts, a school magic in Scotland, England. I part of a group that likes to prank people and make trouble with them. The Marauders. We are troubled kids after all. If summer begins I was a student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New work. Maybe I should bring The Marauders with me.

"HEY!, we are not troubled kids, right Minnie" yell the marauders.

"Are you sure about that and don't call me Minnie Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Pettigrew" said Professor Mcgonagall.

"Whatever you say, Minnie," said Sirius Black.

Am I a troubled kid?

"Yes," said Nico.

Yeah. You could say that.

"At least she admits about it," said Grover.

"You are right, Grover," said Bianca.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things started going bad last May when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan twenty- eight mental case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

"That sounds amazing" sighed Athena, Annabeth, Harmonie, and Lily.

The Marauders, Poseidon, Hades, Zeus, Nico, the twins, Nico, and Thalia all scoffed " sounds like torture" they all say chorused.