The Lightning Thief

Phineas thinks his summer vacation seems to be... ancient. After he fought a "wild" Science teacher an a huge bull, he thought he's dreaming. But after he saw his friends and they say that they, including Phineas, his step-brother Ferb and his older sister Candace, are this so-called "demigods".

Chapter 1: My Summer Vacation Seems to be Weird
  Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

  If you are reading this because you think you might be one, I’m warning you: ''don’t continue and close this book/page right now. ''Believe whatever stories your mom or dad told you about your birth and try to live just an ordinary life. Well I’m not saying that you are forbidden to see this but it’s for your own safety.

              Being a half-blood is dangerous, I’m telling ya.

If you’re a ordinary kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great. Read on. But if you recognize yourself in these pages, 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.

Oops. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Phineas Flynn. I’m eleven years old. I was a student at Eastman Academy, a private school for gifted and troubled kids in downtown Danville. Am I a gifted and a troubled kid? Yes, yes you can say that.

This day is me and my brother Ferb last day of school, and during that day we are having our field trip at the Greek and Roman museum. Most of all students think it was a torture but for me and Ferb didn’t. It just like we loved mythologies. And also, our History teacher, Mr. Watson was leading this field trip, so everyone here is really... serious?

Anyway, Mr. Watson was a middle-aged man in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and this oldies suit. He is quite cool for me because he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class, and one thing: he was the only teacher whose class didn’t put me to sleep.

Ferb, Baljeet, and I tried to overcome our sleepiness while in the school bus all the way into the downtown because we might hit by the school bully, Arleen. Baljeet is our Indian friend. In his appearance, he might be look a 25-year old teenager.

              Speaking of my friends, I kinda miss them, Buford Van Stomm, Irving, Django Brown, the Fireside Girls, and last but not the least, Isabella Garcia-Shapro. Isabella is my neighbor. I remembered that the last time I saw her is the last day of last year's summer vacation. She said that she might come over this year, but I'm not sure because every time I call her or have to communicate her, I can't reach her.

