Hi! this is the first Percy Jackson story i've written so please be nice :) i've decided to only continue if i get at least 3 or 4 reviews, i dont want to feel like i'm writing to a brick wall :P
Disclaimer: I pretty sure im not a boy or as brillaint a writer as Rick Riordan, so unfortunately, i dont own Percy Jackson :( however, i own the plot and Isabel :)
Isabel sighed as the plane finally touched down. She had spent the last 40 hours gripping her arm-rest until her knuckles were white and had lost all feeling. She hated flying but her step-dad had gotten a good job in New York and flying was the only way to get there. Well, the only fast way.
"Honey, are you ok?" Isabel's mum asked. Isabel just nodded - she didn't want to open her mouth - just in case.
Isabel's dad had left them just after she was born, which brought her and her mum close. Isabel had always been a bit of a problem child; she had dyslexia and mild ADHD and, as her step-dad put it, a talent for trouble. That was probably the reason why she had been expelled from about 8 different schools.
No matter how hard Isabel had argued that the cheerleader or the foreign students had attacked her, she was expelled and she had to go home and face her mother. Her mother never yelled at her; however she had a way of making Isabel completely guilty without even saying anything.
It was always hard finding another school to take her in, in small New Zealand but her mum would always take it in her stride.
Isabel's mum looked nothing like Isabel and plenty of times Isabel's mum would look over at her, sigh and say
"Isabel, you look so much like your father."
Isabel had inherited her father's ink-black hair and curious sea-green eyes; she had tan skin and her mother's nose. Her nose was the only thing that came from her mother, without it she could have been adopted.
She knew that she shouldn't ask about her father and when she was little she used to have dreams of her father returning to them and saying how sorry he was and beg their forgiveness. He would be tall and handsome, with Isabel's eyes and hair. Unfortunately, as Isabel grew up she realised that he may never come so she gave up him and instead focused on trying to be a good daughter.
"Isabel, we've landed. Come on," Isabel flicked her hair out of her face and stood up. Great, another hour in customs and she'd finally be in the fresh air again. Maybe she could convince her mum to drive past the beach and go for a quick swim?
Review please! more will come if at least 3 or 4 people review! :) x - Anaklusmoswitch