Hey there! This is my first fanfic based on something I wrote in English for an assessment. I decided to base it on Percy Jackson but look at it from another point of view (like most do :3). Jesse is my OC and I am hoping to make a few more along the way. I hope you enjoy it and please comment to whether or not I should continue to write this story. Thanks!
Maybe this time it would be different. Maybe this time his mother would stay true to her word. And maybe, just maybe, he would gain at least one friend before moving along to the next city. Finally after years of persuasion there was a chance of him staying here long enough to finish at least one part of his education, even if he only got the usual E- as always? Sure maybe he wasn't the smartest or the strongest or the most emotional confident in himself but at least he could pretend to be someone before leaving.
Jesse was just a city boy. Which city? Well that depends on his mother's band schedule. His entire life had been moving from one city to the next with his mother's band, up and down the country, from state to state. The earliest memory that he had was him curled up next to his mother's long auburn hair as the wheels rattled in their place as the tour bus rumbled along an old country road in Kansas. From what he had heard from various stuck up bimbos at schools in California, his own mother was once a 'teen-pop sensation'. Or at least she was until she got pregnant at the age of 17 to a random groupie. Sure over the years Jesse had asked his mother about it but she had just passed it off as gossip spread from a leaked rumor set up by a rival record company. By this point in his life he knew to stop asking about it and put it to the back of his mind.
One thing Jesse knew not to do in life was to ask his mother about his parentage. This topic must have hurt her almost as much as if Jesse was stabbed to get towards a stupid goal, like a bag of crisps. If he ever asked her there would be 3 outcomes, the first being breaking out crying before he had even finished talking. the second being the most disturbing would be her giving him the silent treatment, which coming from her would be like someone staring into your soul and ripping it out memory by memory and then giving them to Justin Beiber to write an ill-conceived rap song about. The last would be your best option if you could choose, being her breaking out with some random memory of his father. Jesse's favourite would be the one story about how his father would call her by the name Tammi instead of her normal Tamzyn. Another great one was the story of how they met. Sure he only knew a few bits and pieces, like how he bought her another split coffee and then how he escorted her back to her hotel, but he really did want to know those all important details. Many years had passed since his dad was around and now the only memories he had were planted there by his mum because at least then he would know that his father was a good person.
Soon school would be starting soon and Jesse and his mum had found small but comfortable apartment in New Jersey, mainly due to Jesse pleading that if they were going to settle down they may as well do it right. He would soon be starting school at Santana Grove high school and he had everything packed already due to the excitement. But at the same time he was also very nervous. Lots of questions flew around his head like one of those old newspaper reels before a movie. Would he become accepted? Would people think of him as strange for having no home for so many years? But the one that worried him most was definitely would anyone recognise him in the first place.
All that Jesse knew was his life would never be the same again. If only if it had been for the reason he had thought it would be…
