Hi, my name is Stacey Robinson. I'm not the average 12 year old that you see on the streets of Detroit after a long day of school, going home to an evening of brain-numbing homework and Xbox or Wii. I figured that out yesterday when my best friend Carmen, her sister, and their dog turned into 2 empousai and a hellhound at my birthday party. The funny, no weird thing is that no one seemed to notice and if they did, they didn't care, they just kept on dancing and chatting. Only my sister's boyfriend, Mark, did something. He looked in his pocket and produced a small set of flutes that he started to play. I woulda thought that was pretty funny until I saw that the food had begun to hurl itself violently at the creatures and that the curtains and tablecloths were tying them up. When Mark was done he grabbed my arm threw the door open, and shoved me into his truck. He stepped on the gas as hard as he could, and we whizzed through so many red lights we would've accumulated a fortune in fines. "WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?" i screamed at him. " I'm a satyr and I'm taking you to Camp Half Blood, the only safe place for demigods." OOOOOOHHHHHHKKKAAAAAAAY, either Mark has lost his mind, I have, or I'm asleep.Pretty soon my mind is overwhelmed by everything that I've seen, and I fall into a deep sleep.