The Journal (A PJO/HOO Fan Fic)

::sᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ

Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Kᴀᴢɪ, and this is my "journal." Well, not really—because I stole it from a department store—but that doesn't matter. As you can see, this page was just shoved into the notebook, not originally in it. That's because I'm just telling you, since you've stumbled across this, I'm most likely not in a good position. This journal has my backstory, what happend, why it happened, my friends, my enimies, and more importantly—what I am.

Now I've got you thinking—shouldn't I just be a normal person? Kind of. Well, I'm half and half. Half mortal half—crap. You stiff have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Didn't think so. Well, this journal is going to be my little "diary" thing. So, I will just right down what's happening and my thoughts. Well, that's kind of obvious when this is my journal. And before you ask: no. I will not put Dear Diary, my life sucks, so I'm going to rant to you. Have fun! No. That's stupid. Hence the reason this is called a journal, not a diary.

But still, if you've stumbled accross this, try not to go the the locations I put in here. That's for my referance of where I needed to go at that time. And most of the places are still infested with monsters, and you are most likely a 12 year old thinking Pfft, monsters? They don't exsist. If you are like that—don't go to the places I list later on. You'll die in a heart beat. No offence.

And, since time is so limited, my handwriting might be sloppy. Sorry if it's not legible. They're coming to get me in—like what, 15 minutes?—so I have to tell you everything I am, what I can do, all in 15 minutes. Well, only the stuff I didn't say in the later pages.

I'm 13 now, and surprisingly mature. You shouldn't need to know how I look though, you'd know if I know you. If I don't know you, why bother look for me? Just go to my friends. If you know more than you should—go tell them. It helps alot, actually.

OK, maybe I should introduce my friends, or just write their names down. They don't want me to tell their names, but it's our only hope. Their names are Percy, Leo, Jason, Annabeth, and Piper. I'm acquaintances with Hazel and Frank, but not close with them.

OK, I can now call you a know-it-all. You know these people, right? They're famous, so I've heard/read/seen. Can I trust you with a secret? Only a few people know this, so why am I bothering to share it with you? W̶e̶l̶l̶,̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶r̶a̶c̶t̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶u̶s̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶k̶s̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶k̶.̶ ̶L̶i̶t̶e̶r̶a̶l̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶o̶k̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶u̶r̶n̶.̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶e̶s̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶c̶l̶u̶d̶e̶s̶ ̶L̶e̶o̶.̶

Oh crap, why did I write that? Go ahead, cal me an idiot. But hey, good news! You can see me be an idiot all through out this journal! Yay! Not.

Well, yay for you, but not for me. Dang it, why did I take a pen? Ugh, pens are over-rated. Except for Percy's pen. His pen is cool, because it writes and turns int a sword. This pen is just retarted. I should have gotten one of those erasable pens. Not a stupid retarted one!

Woah, how did I start talking about retarded pens? Oh yeah. I'm ADHD. But, ah shi—CRAP! I MEANT CRAP! STUPID LITTLE BIT—dishes. Hey, I can call people dishes now. Well crap. They're here. SHUCKS! NO!! ADIOS MY FELLOW DEMI—                          

                                                                ─═✎✐═─                    

  Kazi is no longer availible. She told me to write this, just to be sure you know. I've got to go now, and good luck.

                                       ~PERCY