Ok here is my new improved percy jackson story, it wa son quizilla but im transferring them all to this soo here we go! Hope you like it

PEACE

*Star*Jonas

Name: Selena Krystle Evans

Age:13

Traits: Talkative Funny Smart Sarcastic Strong IndependentLikes: books, running, ocean, fencing, Dislikes: her father, school(except Latin)

Other: Lives with her foster dad a.k.a Dan in a New York apartment. She never knew her real parents. Dan told her they had died after they had given her to him.

Dan is abusive. She has a best friend named Tristan who is a real tomboy.

I was sitting on the beach taking in the scene around me, the sun setting on the horizon, the soft sand beneath my bare feet, I inhaled I was suddenly over whelmed with the scent of the fresh salty air. A gush of clam wind blew my long hair out of my face, I closed my eyes, it was peaceful and that was something to enjoy while it lasted .Especially, if your me. I slowly opened my eyes the scene began to change completely the once clam sea was now coming at me in huge waves the sky that was once clear was now a raging thunder storm, Suddenly two humungous people appeared in front of me they were fighting, and they where both at least 20ft tall.

What. The. Hell. So much for peace.

The one holding what looked like a, large fork, no wait …I've seen that …in Latin class, a trident? in his hand looked over at me, in his blue beach shirt and trunks . I stared at his face, he had pitch-black hair and amazing yet some how familiar soft green eyes. He was still fighting off the woman in full body amour with platinum gold hair whipping at her face ,that I couldn't make out yet and in her hand was a beautifully crafted spear with a bronze tip. At the last second he attempted to block her strike, taking a stab at her leg .He fell to the ground when she easily deflected his strike.

"Run, NOW!" yelled the man with the sea green eyes whose voice , so rusty and withering, sounded as if it could be eons old. WAIT! he was talking to me?! I mentally slapped myself , I was the only other person here beside that lady and somehow I find it difficult to believe he was talking to her. I tried to listen to him and high tail it outta their but my legs just wouldn't listen. Then the Woman, with beautiful blonde flowing hair turned and noticed me for the first time. The storm in her grey eyes lighted up and scowl grew on her face as she pointed the spear away from the man, thank god, and threw it towards me, OH,GOD!

I sat bolt up right in my bed, covered in cold sweat. I cant believe I had that stupid dang dream again! for weeks, months maybe I've been having that same dream. The one about the man with the sea green eyes. Then the door of my plain gray bedroom suddenly burst open and, my foster-dad, Dan aka IT stood looking at me in all of his glory which I my book is very little to nothing at all. Dan was about 32 with light brown hair and, to sum it up quickly because, Dan is not one of my favorite subjects per say. He's 234 pounds of tall, mean ,and ugly. Who just loves to use me as his personal punching bag.

I tried to stay clam ,he did do this every night now I should be used to it. But the little voice in the back of my head told me that was probably the exact reason I wouldn't. He charged over to my steel rod bed at pulled me off by the roots of my hair. I held in a scream and bit my lip so hard I felt the metallic taste of blood being to ooze in my mouth. When I refused look at him he slapped me across the face and, threw me to the floor.

I landed face first a slight crunching sound filled the air and a sharp intense pain came from my nose. It was broken. I could feel the warm red blood streaming down my face as I looked up at my father with a sickening eager look on his face-- I knew what he wanted. My pain. I was not giving him the satisfaction of seeing it--I held back tears as he lifted me up and threw me across the room into a corner. I hear another sickening crushing noise as my wrist snapped. I winced in pain a satisfied smile appeared on his face. My dad then walked over to me crouched down and, roughly lifted up my now blood covered chin.

He stared coldly into my eyes shaking with rage,"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO QUIT SCREAMING DURING THE NIGHT!?!" he screamed.I looked deep into his eyes and said with sickly sweet voice,"Yes, you did and as I'm sure you remember" swatting his filthy hand away from my face and using all my strength to stand up.

"I told you, Dan, you freakin' moron, that I can't help it!" I yelled dropping the sweet voice replacing it with a one of rage. I pushed him in his crouching position taking him off guard .I ran into the hallway then locked myself in the bathroom .I heard him storm after me and, he started banging on the bathroom door. Saying things like:

"OPEN THE DOORNOW YOU WORTHLESS FREELOADER!" or "I SWEAR IM GONNA KILL YA" Ya' know just the normal things a father would say to his daughter while he tries to rip a door from its hinges. I guess after a while guess he figured out he wasn't strong enough and stomped off to his bedroom screaming"YOU CANT STAY IN THERE FOREVER!"I beg the differ. I sighed with relief as got up off the raggedy old yellow bathroom rug to see how bad it was.I gasped at the know maroon color of the dried blood on my face, and hair. Not to mention the old white t-shirt and black shorts I was wearing where basically rags now along with being covered in my dried blood. I leaned up to the mirror to get a closer look at the damage on my face.

Their was a large area of red covering the side of my face where he slapped me it was quickly turning into a dark bruise. I sighed and tried to move my wrist and then winced at the pain. Probably not one of my brighter ideas, I opened the cabinet under the sink and got out a white baseball t-shirt, gray goodie, some faded blue jeans with a few holes and a pair of socks and shoes. I figured my da- excuse me, IT, rather was probably asleep right now so I took a shower. Got the blood off my face, got out and put on the clothes. Then I pulled out the first aid kit from my stash under the sink along with my makeup bag.

When I was done fixing my self up. I looked in the mirror, wasn't a trace of a bruise on my lightly tanned and toned body. But then I looked up to my face again something seemed off .Pushing away some stray pieces of my black hair away, I looked closely into one my dark green eyes. Great, Just perfect! Their was a small cut in my right eye was bleeding, just barley. Well I just say I fell down the stairs or something. I went over to the raggedy yet soft yellow rug and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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