𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Chapter 1

It shows the sky as the camera zooms through it before it shows the Title
'Sereia Potter and the Lightning Thief'

Zeus and Sereia glare at each other. The wizards look confused.

The title zooms past the camera.

|Sereia: Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.|

She groans and puts her face into her hands. "Great" "We're gonna hear your thoughts in this." says Travis cheerful.

It slowly zooms down to the city. And the chapter title appears.
'I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-algebra Teacher'

They look confused at the title.

|Sereia: If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is...|

"Hide. Sereia's giving advice." Sereia glares at Thalia as the others laugh. The wizards look at Sereia confused. "Why don't you want to be a half-blood? There is nothing wrong with being one" says a Half-blood Ravenclaw angry. She rolls her eyes. "It's not what you think"

|Sereia: ...close this book 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.|

A yellow school bus drives past the camera and it slowly follows it.

The demigods nod in agreement making the Gods look at them worried. "Is it really that bad?" asks Hestia. "Yes"

|Sereia: It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading 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.
Don't say I didn't warn you.|

"You didn't warn us" She looks at them annoyed making them grin.

|Sereia: My name is Sereia Potter. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private summer school for troubled kids in upstate New York, that my uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia decided to put me in while I am in New York visiting my aunt Sally.
Am I a troubled kid?|

They nod.

|Sereia: Yeah. You could say that. I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad two years ago when I went to Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry. The last two years I had a dark lord after me who keeps failing to kill me.|

Tom glares at her. "Don't joke about that!" says Sirius.

|Sereia: But a few months ago 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.
I know - it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.|