THE BEGINNING
As I make my way to the Empire State Building, I can't keep all the guilt inside of me. My best friend, Sonic, on the ground, his leg almost completely cut off, wounds from swords, and still keeping a smile on his face to keep me strong. It wasn't working. I kept a smile on my face to try to hide the tears that would start streaming down my face as soon as I entered the building. But before I talk to you about my godly problems, let's start from the beginning.
I'm from a small town in Illinois. As a 16-year-old, your dream is to fit in, to be one of the popular kids. Well, my life, as you could say is pretty shitty. I get left out, made fun of, and picked on everyday all day. I had one true friend that truly understood everything I was going through. Even though he is a year younger than me, we still have some great times.
"Sup, Asian Chef?!" he would always say when he saw me. He knew I hated the name which allowed him to continue calling me that even more. It was during my 8th grade Christmas concert when we started talking. I was wearing a black and white plaid jacket with a tie and military style buttons. He called me that just before we had to leave the classroom to go on stage. Since that day, we've been friends ever since. Although Asian Chef is nowhere near my real name, he just calls He was wearing his usual clothing, dark jeans, a dark t-shirt, a black zip up hoodie, and black high tops. He was not a normal boy. He was my boy, my best friend.
"Hey sonic, how was morning with the fam?" I would always say. Sonic and his mom don't really have the best relationship. when I had no idea why, but later in the story I'll tell you how I remember figuring out why.
"don't even get me started."
Just after that, the first bell rang. I had to go to English 3 with the creepiest teacher on the planet. he is always grinning. he could be screaming at you and still be grinning. He could be raping a little child and still be smiling. Ironically he wasn't the problem. The day went on like normal until around 4th hour. I sat in the first row, back corner. I never really fit in so I never wanted to sit by them, talk to them, or even look at them. I always had my face inside a book or working on other homework. That day, Mr. Omni made me sit directly in front of his desk. He usually doesn't care where I sit. Class went on like normal. Then Mr. Omni asked me to stay after class. That really wasn't normal. I stayed after like he asked and that's when everything went downhill.
"Delilah, you smell... delicious." He said just after everyone left.
"Um... Thanks?" What else are you supposed to say to a creepy old teacher? You don't want to hurt his feelings.
Just then something really unexpected happened that I still cannot explain. Mr. Omni changed into a Cyclops. Now, if I would have known about my future at the time it would have been simple, but at the time, I was freaking out. I was weaponless, alone, and had no idea what was going on. Just then, a dagger appeared on the desk right next to my stuff. Obviously, it was meant for me. It had a note next to it that said "To: Delilah". Well that checked off one thing. I was still alone and had no idea what was going on. Then I hear Sonic knocking at the door.
"Lilah? Come on, it's time for lunch." Sonic said not knowing what was going on.
"Sonic! Sonic, get in here! Quickly!" I screamed.
I could hear him fondling with the door, trying to open it. "It's locked!" he said.
"No shit! Kick it down and get in here! I need your help!" I yelled.
He kicked the door down with a pencil-case to defend himself. He looked at the Cyclops and about fell over. I gripped the dagger tighter in my hand and just wished to be safe. Just then, the unexpected happened. Lightening. It shot out of the dagger as if I had conjured it. Then, it just vanished, turned to dust to be exact. Sonic and I just looked at each other. He had no idea what had just happened either, by the look on his face. We just backed out of the room slowly and yet pretty brisk. We didn't even take two steps out of the door and saw something pretty unusual. Three kids and a guy in a wheelchair, that didn't go here, battling these monster things, but the thing that got me the most confused is the other students were just walking around them as if nothing was going on. Then one of the monsters jumped in front of Sonic. He just stood there frozen. I took the golden dagger and shoved it into it's back.
"No one hurts my best friend," I said lowering the dagger.
Just as I was checking over Sonic, the last monster was turned to dust. There was one girl, two guys, and the man in a wheelchair. The man in a wheelchair said, "Come with us if you want to stay alive."
"Uh, we barely know you. Why should I be able to trust you? What just happened you seem to know? Who are you guys?" Sonic put his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"We'll go," he said.
"No! Sonic are you crazy?! We don't know these people. You've seen those TV shows where kids are told to follow crazy people and then they get murdered!"
Then one of the boys picked me up and tried carrying me. That wasn't going to happen. I punched him in the gut. He dropped me, but all at once all the monsters were starting to come back together. Some stood up and attempted to run after us. "Never mind! I don't care who you guys are! Just get us out of here!" I screamed.
We ran out of the school with the monsters on our tail. Standing just outside of the door were two pegasi that were getting a little anxious of just standing there. Then the guy in a wheelchair turned into a horse! One of the boys hopped onto his back, the other boy and the girl hopped onto the pegasi. The boy waved his arm at me to go with him and the girl did the same for Sonic. It was probably a bad time to notice what they were wearing, but they were all wearing the same shirt: orange short sleeved t-shirt that read "Camp Half-Blood". I didn't want to deal with whatever was going on at the school so I did what the boy told me and jumped onto the pegasis. Just after I got on, we shot into the air and the beginning of a different world started for me.
