Chapter 1

New York here I come

By: powerofthefreedom

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO characters, Rick Roirdan does… This sucks in my circumstance. ;P

Reyna's POV

I wonder where I will go next, somewhere nobody will know me. Oh Gods, I wish my fate was different but it's bound to happen. And to think being a good person could get you anywhere in life, WRONG it's the strong, brave ones. That is what I know from experience. I was once an innocent soul, pure to the world, but eventually my innocent world came crashing down. Wow who thought I would sound this depressing, but I have reasons…

My mother had left us, me.

My best friend, Jason Grace, left and never came back

My dad then went into depression about mom and forgot to care, about everything, I HAD to leave

My older sister, Hylla, died with me on the road to find a better home, protecting me

So as you see it's better for me to not get involve with people. It leads to feels, then attachment then, for me, regret. Nothing is permanent and I learned the hardest way, especially people.

My thoughts racing around in my head, that's all I have Me, Myself, and I. Well, luck has finally struck me, I'm leaving my home, and it reminds me to much of the pain. And I know crying and being weak will not help anything so I just have to leave… again. I know what you're thinking AGAIN well I left after my father's depressing state so I left and my sister being headstrong went along, and well after her death, I'll spare the details, I went back and toke the best care of my dad. But I'm done being that sixteen-cleaning-maid-to-her-ill-depressing-father to the neighbor's. "I won't miss you San Francisco, not one bit." I said the sentence with all the emotions I could put it in pain, frustration, anger, sadness, regret, and loneliness.

Now you must wander how I will get to this place, this safe haven that I don't even know about. Well, what place is filled with people that you know you will never ever be nice to but just will talk to, I'm not a mute I can talk, just no attachments to people. Okay what place is full of buildings with needed workers, and a great place to rent for a while? Hmmm… That's it I'm going to New York. Now how will I get there? I could go to the airport find a single young man with a ticket to new York at the airport hit on him kiss him while I pick his pockets then I could kick him or knee him in his balls and get ready for the flight, but a cheap airport so they hardly check security, this is San Fran. Now I know what makes you think why I would even think about doing those things but I said I was ONCE innocent, everything for me changed, but for the better.

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The deed is done, that poor sucker never saw it coming. I smirk thinking that poor fella was too easy. I just went up to him and start to flirt, he flirt back too. Then I was walking away but he asked to go somewhere private and I nodded and followed him, and oh yeah I forgot to mention I was trained to fight when I was little but not from my dad but from my mom, Bellona. When I mean trained I mean hard core training well for a three year old to be trained non-stop for five years. Ever since I was three, I was prepared. It's actually a hobby now, lets me blow off back to the pointif he went too far I know how to handle it. So by the time he was cussing holding his ball sack, more like caressing them, she went to find where the airplane is and get on.

Well, as luck would have it I made it okay. Till they actually noticed me, my dark brown long hair cascading down my back in a somewhat neat fish-tail, with this white plain white shirt with loose sleeves hanging on my forearms and the straps at my shoulders cotton shirt with a dark spaghetti purple underneath. With black skinny jeans and some old ripped up converse, the only thing that did show where she's been and proof of how long she walked. Her face was clean when she checked in the bathroom. My dark chocolate brown eyes gazing upon the security guards trying to act like I belong here. Which was hard because I had no luggage so how could I act like I belong, when I notice nobody is alone, they're here with their families. "Aww Shit!" I mutter barley realize I stick out .

Then they break away their gaze, the security guys, and look around again. I look around too, for a minute. Then I hear "Departure to New York ready at G6 be ready to show ID." Shit imam need a distraction… what could it be… maybe I can trick the security man to not seeing it or I can pass by really quick, shit I should have thought this through! Okay, calm down it's not like you can see the future I didn't predict this… oh I know I just go stick with a family and hope for the best. That's all I got.

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So finally I got up after they said coach, I mean who knew that many people love first class. I was walking then I noticed a family behind me and I saw that was a very big family so they will have to do. I start to walk slowly and then I end up behind them but close when the security guys start to check their ID's and they got so frustrated they let the whole family go through and me, I inwardly smiled, these moments I like to appreciate my genius. "New York here I come!" I say under my breath as I sit comfortably sleeping while the plane flies off into the night starry sky.

(A/N: Well what do you guys think, I'm actually new to this, I'm pretty sure you can tell to, review and tell me what you like and what you don't and how Leo and Reyna should meet a Goode high. Tell me if I should continue but you gotta review. Follow the story if you like possibly love it.)