Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but I do own Riley.
I wake up every morning in a big pink room, on a big pink feather bed, on a big island with 3 residents. Torture, right? Yeah, well, I got used to it. My name is Riley Johnson and I've been living on this island for exactly 13 years now. I've been on it with my mom and step dad ever since I can remember. My mom taught me everything I know...I wouldn't call myself smart, but I'm not dumb either! My step dad goes to work every day (or you could call it playing with his action figures in his "study" room). We get shipments for food every month from some business in America and that's basically my whole life, no one to play with...no games...nothing.
The day started like any other day on this boring island. I got up showered, brushed my hair and teeth, picked out an outfit...not like any one would see it besides mom and Dean (Dean is my step dad). Even though my room is really messy, but you can't really tell since it's so big. Dean painted everything pink and bought pink furniture for it even though I said I didn't want it. I don't have anything against Dean, he's really nice, but all he ever wants me to wear is pink. I prefer a green or blue, but he always says that if I keep thinking that I'll turn into a tom boy. I really don't think it would be that bad to be a tom boy, but I'm not really into sports and stuff like that so I just call myself an average teen, not to girly, not to tom boyish. Dean is a little protective (notice the deserted island we live on), but he's funny and makes an awesome cheese dip. His full name is Dean Johnson and he has tons of money he inherited from his dad when he died. That's how I ended up living in a huge mansion on the highest hill on the deserted island, with a big gate around it with barbwire on top. The only way to get it open is to get into Dean's study and open the safe with 5 locks on it. If you minus that I'm stuck on a deserted island, it's a pretty good life.
I went down to the kitchen and made myself a healthy bowl of Lucky Charms. Yum! I was eating my cereal in peace when I heard someone coming into the room. I turned and saw Dean and my mom entering the room.
"Morning, sweety," Dean greeted. Then he looked at my bowl of Lucky Charms. "That's not that healthy, you know."
"Well then, why was it in the pantry?" I asked. I hated it when he called me sweety, but I really didn't want to be mean and tell him to stop calling me it. Dean had dirty blond hair with a balding spot and murky brown eyes, but he sometimes had a light in them. That's probably why my mom fell for him. I wouldn't say he had tons of muscles, but he wasn't chubby either.I glanced at my mom and noticed that she was looking a bit guilty.
My mom had chocolaty brown curly hair and chocolate eyes to go with it. Luckily, I inherited her hair, but my eyes were a sea green and I'm guessing that I got them from my dad who mysteriously vanished when I was a baby. My mom hated it when I brought up the topic of my dad. She said that he was the most incredible man she had ever seen when I kept asking her non stop. My mom's full name is Linda Johnson, before she got married to Dean she was Linda Blowfish (I feel so lucky that we have Dean at times).
"Oh well, just eat some fruit while your at it, won't ya? Got to keep it balanced," He said.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," I replied as I grabbed an apple an took a bite out of it.
Once we all finished are very healthy breakfast, Dean went back to his room and my mom sat on the couch and turned to Oprah. I got of my stool and wondered out the back door to the dog house, where Max lives. Oops, I guess there's 4 people that live on this deserted island and Max makes it a whole lot better. He was a golden retriever and he was also my best friend (If a dog counts). His golden coat of fur glistened and he wagged his tail when he saw me. He had black, trusting eyes that twinkled with knowledge (He was a very smart dog). I would lay with him on the grass every day petting him, staring at the sky.
That's exactly what I was doing when Max shot up from his comfortable grass and started barking crazily. I stood up and chased after him.
"Max! Come here, boy! Max, what's wrong! Max!" I called after him as he raced around crazily. Then my eyes slid over the gate and froze. There is only one word to describe the creature that was standing on the other side of the gate and that word is a full fledged monster.