SKY

I hate school.

I mean I know every normal kid hates school but I have a particularly passionate loathing for it. And I'm not a normal kid. I don't know what it is that makes me abnormal but I just know I am.

My day had been okay compared to most but still an exhausting start to the week, McKenzie Cartwright had thought it funny to flush my homework down the toilet at break so I had spent most of dinner starving in Mr Alderman's sawdust covered wood work classroom being pelted with rubbers by Geordin Mathews when sir had his back turned. I was no snitch so I had no choice but to ignore it as best I could. After we got out Geordin forced me to give her my dinner money so I had to raid the fridge the moment I got to Anna's.

Right now I was in my bedroom in my foster mom's apartment hiding from her freaky boyfriend – Chris. In my opinion he was too boring for Anna, already grey-haired and a little wrinkled, really tall and never takes of this black blazer – even with jeans, super bizarre. That guy wierds me out though, mostly because he's always asking me questions about my life, my dad is a subject he particularly likes to focus on. It's like he's trying to catch me out by asking me the questions really fast and I just don't know what to say most of the time. But when it comes to my biological father he always has the same answer: I grew up with a bloke I thought was my dad until I was four when my mum revealed I wasn't actually his child, he left and I was kicked out of the family before I could ask any questions.

Just a little (well a lot but hey my life pretty damn complicated) background information. My name is Sky Campbell and I'm 14 even though I'm sure I was born long, long before that but we'll get back to that later.

I think I was born in England but I can't be positive, all of my life before about the age of five is really murky and hard to remember; it's like it's from a different life, like a different era. As far as I know, my family fled to America in 1948 because of the aftermath of the war but I know for sure I lived in another country, England, until I was at least three. When I was four my mother disowned me because I killed my brother, Alec, and destroyed her marriage, although technically the second one wasn't my fault – she cheated on her husband and I was just the product of the whole sordid affair but I still felt guilty.

That probably makes me sound evil, maybe I am, but I don't dwell on Alec because that was probably the worst thing I'll ever do. I hope it is anyway. So four years old, she didn't exactly kick me out and I didn't exactly run away it was a bit of both really.

I know you're probably judging my mom right now for ditching her toddler daughter because of an "accident", and really I shouldn't blame you but even after everything I love her. Not just because she was my mom but because she was the best mom, well … when you look at the big picture. I can't really explain why but I still miss her. I don't know if she's dead or not because I never tried to look for her, its better she if thinks I don't exist.

I got by on my own for a while but by the time I turned nine, I was about to be sent to my third foster home. I could never get settled; I always seemed to get blamed for things that weren't my fault or accidents (like exploding electrical appliances) that just happened near me. Kids swore that I terrified them even when I didn't speak so I got tossed around a bit. However, my third foster home was where my life took a pleasant change of direction. I met the best friend I thought I would ever had, Leo Valdez.

He was probably the best person I'd ever met, he was two years and a bit (maybe half, or two thirds) older than me and he taught me stuff, like how to repair stuff (like the previously mentioned electrical appliances) and how to laugh, to be near him was all it took to make me smile. He loved building things and I thought he was genius; nothing was unfixable in his eyes, not even me.

Diagnosed with ADHD like me (in addition I had Dyslexia and CD – yay!) he was never scared of me and weird stuff happened around him too. He said I gave him a reason to stick around for a while. The happiest time in my life lasted for just under a year and a half then the care home had had enough. A rich couple named the Cooper's fostered me and Leo was shipped off to a boarding school somewhere, only I didn't realise that until I came back from my three days with my "perfect" family.

My behaviour took a slight detour.

Off a cliff.

Without a bungee cord.

They refused to send me to the same school so I got thrown into a few more care homes until I met Anna who fostered me two months ago. She met Chris two weeks ago. She was a nice, but lonely, middle-aged women with a firm hand when it was needed (apparently a very important factor with a "troubled child" like me), she didn't spoil me and I never went without but I didn't want a new mom I just wanted to be somewhere I belonged and felt at home and I didn't feel like that in her top floor apartment in Queens.

I hate school mainly because I'm always the new kid and never have any friends. I met a boy at my new school called Ivan Forrester a few days ago though. He probably only spoke to me because he was lower down on the social heap than I was, he was an odd boy, he was 14 too but looked older with scraggly hair that was normally hidden by a hat, he was wiry and sickly looking and mad on the environment, he just went on and on about pollution and trees and flowers and trees and pollution and trees. So it went without saying he was considered 100% nerd. ( I guess I was kind of a nerd too, I really liked history mainly the Greeks with a bit of Romans and Aztecs too, it just fascinated me that the world was that old and could be that messed up). But on top of everything he was disabled too, he had crutches and a rare leg deformity he was born with or something. I didn't see any abnormalities but then again, you could say the same about me.

He was supposed to be coming for tea. Anna's idea, she was really worried I was unhappy and as soon as I mentioned Ivan over our dinner on Wednesday she practically begged me to ask a boy over - weird woman. I was a little disappointed he said yes, well not disappointed more … worried; he seemed a little too excited about it. Anna wasn't back from work yet, but she would be soon.

The doorbell went and I ran to go get it before Chris. I was too late, man that guy could move! the door was already open and Ivan stood looking horrified, Chris was standing between us with a triumphant smile; like he'd been stuck in a tedious position for ever and he'd finally caught his big break. Ivan started to shake, panic stricken trying to devise an impossible plan. A bit of an overreaction in my opinion.

Chris could barely control himself. "I knew it!" he rasped in a voice that was so unlike his own it sent shivers down my spine. "You imbecile mortals can try, stupid satyrs and your camp, but you can't hide from us forever. We will always find you!"

I was about to ask what on planet earth he was talking about (satyr? I knew Ivan looked weird but saying he was half goat was bordering verbal abuse right?), then the impossible happened, Chris started to change, like actually change. The victorious gleam in his eyes continued to shine even as his eyes glowed like hot coals. His blazer morphed into huge leathery wings, and his face started to form the cruel sneer of an aged woman. His (her?) fingers started to extend to enormous talons and a set of sharp yellow fangs replaced the once perfect … human teeth. He wasn't human he wasn't even a he. He was an it and it was horrible and terrifying.

I recognised what I saw, but I couldn't be right. "Fury," was the only word that escaped my mouth.

I had no idea what was going on, and I wasn't about to stick around and find out, it was a habit I picked up years ago, when it came to my life I've kind of learnt if you don't know the answer right away don't ask questions, you won't get answers and you probably wouldn't want them if you did anyway.

Before I could comprehend my eyes deception and administer my 'don't ask questions' rule Chris lunged at me. I instinctively dove to the side but felt the movement of the air by my exposed cheek being slashed. There was a huge crash as the monster slammed into Anna's china cabinet. The Chris-bat snarled something that sounded like "why are they always this hard to kill?" before extracting itself from the rubble and turning to me again.

"Ivan run!" was all I managed to shout before I had to use the couch as a shield and the Chris's clawed embedded themselves into the stuffing. When I looked again Ivan wasn't running he had gotten a cell phone out! I knew the police were for emergencies and all but something told me they'd be worse than no help in this situation. I didn't know who he called but after Ivan had hung up he then decided now was the time for music and started playing a tune on some reed pipes as if expecting something to happen. I was so dumbfounded by his calm and uselessness I nearly forgot to dodge Chris's next swipe.

I dove for an antique bronze sword above Anna's mantelpiece and unsheathed it (nearly dropping it when I saw how clean and polished it was, I thought it was centuries old, that's what Anna had told me). The Chris-bat flew at me and I drove the sword into his chest and – it snapped. I had never seen it out of the case but Anna had warned me how sharp it was. Surely it should have killed anyone. It should have killed anyone. Anyone, not anything.

The blade had slowed him down enough for me to back myself into a corner but before I realised I was trapped Chris dislodged the three foot blade as easily as if it was a splinter. Roaring with laughter he closed in backing me into a wall. Those evil glowing eyes were going to be the last thing I'd ever see.

A hunting horn sounded above me. The roof came in, I blacked out.

A/N

I know Sky isn't looking like the strongest female character ever at the moment but whichever way I introduced her I just wasn't happy with it. I know her background information gives a lot away and isn't very strong but there are a few more things to her that are yet to be revealed. I needed to make her from England because I'm English and Percy Jackson is set in America and I can't write convincingly as an American. I have tried so I can write from other peoples point of view but I think I'm at my best writing as Sky.

I know I have another fan fiction from the host still unfinished on here but I have writers block on that at the moment and I'm really wrapped up in my Percy Jackson what with the new film and the knew book coming out soon its hard to concentrate. I do have a twilight Fanfic in the vault but its nowhere near started properly and I just want to mention it has nothing to do with a new relationship with Edward or Jacob because I've read some like that and I'm sorry but that's just changing the entire plot of the saga but I'm not a twihard so it doesn't bother me as much as some of the Harry Potter stuff does. I do have an idea for a Harry Potter but I haven't made anything of it yet.

Anyway I hope you like my new story! XD