The loud banging on the door paused, leaving nothing to hear except for silence. I stood still in place, barely breathing in fear that it would cover the sound of what was happening outside of the room.

"My gods, you didn't even try to find a key?" a male voice asked judgmentally shortly before a small metallic clicking noise came from the door knob.

"That's not important right now. Besides, I'm the one that had my eye on her while you fricken kept attacking your hamburger," a strong feminine voice defended. The clicking became a little deeper pitched and louder before the office door swung open.

I stood in my green tank top and dark designer jeans in the middle of the room, my blonde loose hair fell over some of my face as I breathed heavily. My grayish-greenish eyes stared forward, the scissors pointed at the door.

In the doorway, a boy just stood there. His dark eyes were wild along with his brown hair, as though someone had been rubbing his hair with a balloon. It took a few seconds until I recognized him to be Cory.

He stared at me, he was either awestruck or star struck because his mouth hung open.

I slowly lowered my arms that had held a pair of scissors up and put the weapon into my back pocket. We stared at each other for a few moments before a voice interrupted, "Oh my gods. We don't have time for this, you two can kiss later." My eyes located the owner of the voice and found that it was Katrina. Her honey-colored eyes simply met my gaze. "Look, kid. The Greek gods are real, and we are their children. There are monsters that want to kill us, blah blah blah, and if they find us we are screwed," she explained without much interest in what she was saying.

Cory finally came back to earth and glared at Katrina as her words about hurrying up finally sunk in. She didn't care about his glare, showing it by not acknowledging it. Cory looked back at me, his brown eyes gazing into mine, I finally felt like it was okay to talk. "How?"

"Stealing scissors," I shrugged. "What are we going to do now? Go skip along on the yellow brick road all the way to Camp Half-Blood?" I asked.

"How did she-"

"Oh please, Cory. The books were published back a few years so some demigods would be less confused," Katrina interrupted him before he could become too confused. "We need to leave before what's-her-face comes back."

"Who?"

"That monster, she'll come back from the dead from a few minutes to a few centuries," Katrina briefly explained. "But seriously, I don't know how much time we have, I just know that it's not much."

"Yeah Storm, we need to go," Cory agreed. I stared at both of them, my mouth gaping open. Inside, I was fangirling like nobody's business. I figured that I would go to Camp Half-Blood, help them prepare for the war against Gaea, and then lead an attack on the Romans. But I had never realized that fighting monsters actually was challenging even if the weapons are there and the plan is already formed.

I nodded eagerly, excited to be able to live my dream. At that second, everything was in the past. It no longer mattered that my mom is in her parent's basement, trying to go through online college classes so we might actually not need to live in poverty. It didn't matter that I was skipping classes on the first day of high school. It was like that feeling that you get when you finally finish all of your homework, but then my spirit sank as I realized that there was more to do.

"We can't leave now, we have something important to do first," I blurted, causing them to sigh. Before they could even respond, a sharp voice interrupted.

"Agreed, for you have forgotten that there are three graces and only one of them is dead."