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I was standing inside a huge cavern.

I stood at the edge of a giant pit. I couldn't see the bottom, only darkness. The whole place seemed to radiate death from its depths. I wasn't sure where I was, but I knew without a doubt that this place was evil.

I began to sense another presence. I was not the only one here. Suddenly, someone began to speak. It seemed to be coming from everywhere. It was raspy and high-pitched, and when it spoke, smoke began to pour out of the pit.

"Ah, Grace Everson. I must admit, you don't look like much. But then again, heroes never do."

That voice… it was utterly terrifying. I wanted to run far away from this place, but I couldn't seem to move my feet. I tried to yell, but no sound came out. All I could do was watch and listen in horror.

"I bring you here, Grace, because you could make a very useful ally. If you do not join me, nothing but pain and devastation wait in your path. You will experience sorrow, betrayal, and when you die, a feeling of utter failure. However, if you help me, you will find a much better reward, I assure you. You could roam the world freely and never have to worry about anything."

I finally found my voice, and I managed to shout, "I have no idea what you're talking about or even who you are. Besides, why do you want me? I'm a nobody."

"Don't worry. You'll find out who I am soon enough." The voice responded. "As for why I want you, you have no idea what kind of powers you have. You can do so much more than most children like you. Perhaps if you could've trained at that annoying little camp, Camp Half-Blood, even for only a few weeks, you might have been able to defeat me. But you won't get a chance after I launch my surprise."

"I still have no idea what you're talking about." I said. "How am I supposed to join you if I don't know what we're actually doing?" Ha ha. It didn't matter what this thing's plan was. Even though I had absolutely no idea about what power I supposedly possessed, what Camp Half-Blood was, or what surprise the voice had in mind, I knew I would never join up. Ever. Not in a million years.

"I am sure you will understand my plan quite soon." the voice rasped. "Please, think about my offer. When I rule the world, you could rule beside me. And if you help, I promise you could do whatever you wanted with all the girls who have hurt you."

My knees began to feel wobbly. "How- how did you-"

"I know many things, my dear." A blue light began to glow in the middle of the pit, growing brighter and brighter. "Even now, I rise. Soon, I will be out of this horrible pit and can begin my rampage across the Earth." The blue light had become so bright that I needed to cover my eyes. The voice laughed. The sound echoed across the cavern. "Choose wisely, my dear. You can join me. Or you can die like everyone else."

I woke up in a cold sweat. My father was standing over me, his arms crossed. "Grace!" He scolded. "I've told you five times now to get out of bed." I gave a small sigh. "Sorry." I said sleepily, rolling out of my comfortable blankets. My father grunted and walked off, muttering in disapproval.

My father is Roy Everson, a famous singer. That only makes my life harder. We live in a huge mansion, with crystal chandeliers and an indoor pool. None of it matters. Having a lot of money isn't that fun when you don't have friends to share it with.

Oh, sure, I try to make friends. But no matter how hard I try to fit in, to be part of a group, I am always singled out. I've been called a lot of things before: ugly, stupid, weird. I try to shake it off, but it always hits me too hard. I fight back. And what do I get for defending myself, for keeping myself from breaking? I get expelled. Every single year, it's the same story. Every single year, my father yells at me, grounds me, sends me to my room and refuses to talk to me for a week. All because I fought back.

This year wasn't all that different. The girls at school teased me, never letting me into their "friend zone". But this year, I hadn't fought back yet. Maybe it would be different.

Of course it couldn't be.

The day started out normal enough, I guess. I couldn't focus on any of my classes- I mean, usually, I can't focus on my classes anyway because of my ADHD, but this was different. I couldn't seem to get my dream out of my head. I knew it was probably nothing, but it kept coming back to me. It just seemed more real than any other dream I've had. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Recess soon came- or as I call it, torture time. Girls always bully me at recess. I try to avoid them, but they always seem to find me.

"How's it going, loser?" Helen asked, sneering. She says the same thing every day.

Out of all the girls I've met, Helen has got to be the meanest. Some of the girls I've met talk behind my back, whispering about how weird I am. .Helen doesn't even try to keep the bullying a secret. She'll say anything, do anything, to hurt me.

I tried to walk away from her, but she blocked my path. "Not so fast, ugly." She said. Helen didn't know a very big vocabulary. The main words she said were stupid, ugly, and fat.

I tried to walk around her again, but she pushed me backwards. Her friends made a circle around me, blocking any chance of escape. Just like every day.

As you may have noticed, my life is on a very strict schedule.

Helen began her usual taunts, pushing me around a little bit. It shouldn't have gotten to me. But, for some reason, I've always felt more sensitive than other kids. I've never been able to ignore mean comments. Maybe that's why girls always target me.

I was starting to get angry. I had to calm myself down before things got out of hand. I forced a laugh. "Very funny, Helen. Now I gotta go, so if you could let me through, that'd be great."

Helen snorted. "Fat chance, loser." I growled, looking for an opening. I spotted a small one and ran towards it, but I wasn't nearly fast enough. The hole closed up before I could get through. Tracy and Laura, Helen's two main buddies, grabbed hold of my arms.

Helen smiled. Her smile seemed creepier than normal. And was that just me, or was she growing taller?

"Grace Everson." She said. She was definitely growing taller, as were Tracy and Laura. They seemed to be growing uglier, too. Soon, I was standing before three hideous monsters. They were at least ten feet tall, and they had only one eye on their forehead. I had learned enough from my mythology class to know what this was.

"It has been so long since I have eaten fresh demigod." The cyclops said. "Prepare to die."

So, how did you like it? Was it awful, amazing, or just okay? Please give me suggestions on how to make it better. I've already written the next three chapters, but I'm going to wait a little while before I post them just to make you suffer. Also, if you're a Hunger Games fan, please check out annabelleeddy06's story. She's making an SYOT story and needs twenty three more tributes. Please look at that. Thanks!

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