THIS STORY IS BASED ON PERCY JACKSON ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN
Sierra POV (Point of View)
The monsters came for me when I was ten. It was young for most people, but that didn't matter. They came especially for me. I first saw them when coming out of my music class, which was across the street. I was last in line, as usual, so no one else saw them. When I did, I nearly screamed. They looked like some character from a those Ancient Greek books I'd been studying. Which, they were, but I didn't know that. I blinked, but they were still there. I would've stood there forever, if not for the fact that my best friend, who always walked with a slight limp, and had crutches, also seemed to see the monsters and pulled me into the school. Her name was Atalanta. She said that she was named after the Greek hero, Atalanta, but nobody really believed her. And yes, the satyr who looked after me was a girl. May sound weird, but it's true. Anyway, she had black hair that she kept up to her shoulders, and she always wore this jacket for the Boston Bruins, which seemed weird because it was called a baseball cap, not a hockey cap. Anyway, Atalanta took me over to the classroom door. I asked her, "Did you see that?" unfortunately, she had always been good at lying, and that didn't change now. "See what? There was nothing, Sierra." She said, and I answered back, "You're probably right. It might've been your mom, but she's way too ugly to be like that. "Hey!" she said, but she was laughing. It was our running joke that her mom was ugly. Just then, I saw the monsters run across the school parking lot. I said, "Are you sure you saw nothing? Because if you didn't, I'm going crazy." Then, they burst through the door, and I turned just in time to see the gigantic claws rushing towards me.