Forgotten memories

Birthday Parteyyyyy

Two days later it was Percy's birthday. Christine and I were invited by Sally to come to a small party at their apartment. Paul Blofis came over, but that was okay because Chiron had manipulated the Mist to convince everyone at Goode High School that Percy had nothing to do with the band-room explosion. Now Paul and the other witnesses were convinced that Kelli had been a crazy, firebomb-throwing cheerleader, while he had simply been an innocent bystander who'd panicked and ran from the scene. He would still be allowed to start as a freshman at Goode next month.

"If you wanted to keep your record of getting kicked out of school every year, You'd have to try harder." I said when I heared the news, witch made Sally, Chritine and Percy to laugh, while Paul looked slightly worried.

Tyson came to the party, too, and Sally baked two extra blue cakes just for him. While Tyson helped her blow up party balloons, Paul Blofis asked Percy to help him in the kitchen.

We all sat around the table and Percy was just getting ready to blow out the candles when the doorbell rang.

Sally frowned. 'Who could that could be?' She looked directly at me, I raised my hands in innocence

"I hvent done anything!" but Sally just smiled.

Sally opened the door and gasped, we all rushed to see who it was and... It was Percys dad. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and Birkenstocks, like he usually does. His black beard was neatly trimmed and his sea-green eyes twinkled. He wore a battered cap decorated with fishing lures. It said, Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat.

'Pos–' Sally stopped herself. She was blushing right to the roots of her hair. 'Um, hello.'

'Hello, Sally,' Poseidon said. 'You look as beautiful as ever. May I come in?'

She made a squeaking sound that might've been either 'yes' or 'help'. Poseidon took it as a yes and came in. Paul was looking back and forth between us kids and The God of The Sea, trying to read our expressions.

Too be honest, I sheared a glance with Christine and we were on the same page: What the hell are we suppost to ddo? What should we say? If he was in a bed enough mood (or slightly irritated) he could make us into shimp and make a cocktail out of us, but gracefully and as our savior Poul stepped forward. 'Hi, I'm Paul Blofis.'

Poseidon raised his eyebrows as they shook hands. 'Blowfish, did you say?'

'Ah, no. Blofis, actually.'

'Oh, I see,' Poseidon said. 'A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.'

'Poseidon? That's an interesting name.'

'Yes, I like it. I've gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.'

'Like the god of the sea.'

'Very much like that, yes.'

I glanced at Christine again and again we came to the same conclusion: He is in a decent mood.

'Well!' Sally interrupted. 'Um, we're so glad you could drop by. Paul, this is Percy's father.'

'Ah.' Paul nodded, though he didn't look very pleased. 'I see.'

Poseidon smiled at Percy. 'There you are, my boy. And Tyson, hello, son!'

'Daddy!' Tyson bounded across the room and gave Poseidon a big hug, which almost knocked off his fishing hat.

Paul's jaw dropped. He stared at Sally. 'Tyson is...'

'Not mine,'she promised. 'It's a long story.'

'I couldn't miss Percy's fifteenth birthday,' Poseidon said. 'Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!'