Hey, this is my first published fanfiction. I don't know how to do much, even though I have some writing experience. I'm not sure how to write a description, either. anyways this is about a demigod and it happens during the time of the first PJO book. Hope you enjoy!

I'll cut right to the chase. My name is Alexandra Greene and I was born in a small town in New Jersey. My life has been pretty interesting. Currently, however, it was as boring as it could be. I was sitting in a boring lit class. Surrounded by boring people. With a boring teacher. 7th grade literature is impossible to understand; it beats me how some kids get A's. I scribbled a note to Sadie, my best, and only, friend since 3rd grade. The note read: screw this. I'm heading to Ms. O' Shea's room next period to work on something for the play. Wanna join me? Ms. O' Shea, the art teacher, treated me like a queen. She said I would be the next Van Gogh but I really wasn't that good. Every couple of classes I could go down there and paint backdrops for the drama kids. They were a nice group of kids; mostly dorks, even the leads. I never got the jist of what was so exciting about acting, but sometimes they stopped by and helped me with basic stuff like glueing. Sadie let out a laugh when she read my note, which normally would've been fine, except we were working on something and the room was silent. Mrs. Diverita, our lit teacher, turned her sharp eyes on us and spoke through the silence.

"Care to tell us what you found so funny, Sadie?' She asked as Sadie got bright red.

"N-nothing, Mrs. Diverita. Just something I remembered," Sadie trembled.

"What's that paper in your hands?" She retorted, coming closer to our desks. She snatched the paper out of her hands and raised her eyebrows. "Who wrote this?"

I feebly raised my hand and she turned on me, her eyes like snake's. "I'm sorry Mrs. Diverita, I didn't think-" I began, but she cut me off.

"That's the problem! You didn't THINK! I expect to see you in detention after school."

The bell rang as I held back tears. The last time I got a detention my dad hit me so hard I passed out.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Alexa. I shouldn't have laughed, I didn't mean to get you in trouble." Sadie said as we collected our books. Her short brown hair, held back by a lime green headband, shook with her head.

"It- it's fine. It wasn't your fault." Even as I said it, I could see pity in her deep brown eyes. Although I never told her, I had a suspicion that Sadie knew about me and my dad's relationship. "I should've been smarter than that. Are you coming to the art room?"

"I can't. I got a test in science. I'll see you by the lockers, I guess."

"Bye." I wanted to say more than that, but I didn't really feel like speaking for the time being. We ran off in opposite directions and I pushed the art room door open.

"Hey, Alexa. You here to help with the backdrops again?" Ms. O' Shea poked her head out of the closet that held her paints. She was in her mid 20's and had straight blonde hair that fell down to her torso. She was tall and willowy with hazel eyes and a smile that lit up the room, even though her features were small. Basically, we were the complete opposite. Her long blonde hair, willowy figure, and even her facial features were in sharp contrast to myself. I had short, wavy dark brown hair, I was short and somewhat curvy, and my skin was the color of coffee with a lot of creamer in it. In terms of features, my eyes were a deep brown, and my eyes and nose were big, along with my ears sticking out. The only thing that could be the same about us were our small lips. Our personalities, however, couldn't be more similar. We were both quiet and liked to stay in the shadows.

"Yeah. Which one are we working on now?" I walked over to the back table where all the backdrops were being stored.

"Let's start sketching out the haunted forest." Ms. O' Shea reached into the closet again and pulled out another huge piece of paper we would have to sketch the forest onto. The play this year was The Wizard Of Oz, since our music teacher couldn't come up with anything more creative. Either way, we used a lot of bright colors so it was fun to paint for.

About an hour went by while we talked and drew. By the time the announcements came on, we had finished sketching and were ready to color it in. When the announcements went off, I said a quick goodbye and left to pack up. Near the lockers I texted my stepmom saying that I got a detention and would be home late. She responded with a simple 'okay' and I knew she would be angry later, but dad would be furious. I can't believe she fell for that dickhead. They only got married two years ago when I was 11. I've never known about my actual mom, but I can't stand how my dad treats my stepmom. She was one of the nicest people I've ever known, but he hits her too sometimes. It wasn't fair.

I talked to Sadie for a few minutes before I had to go to detention, but I don't really remember what we were talking about. As the final bell rung, I shuffled over to Mrs. Diverita's classroom to serve my detention. I was the only kid in there, and I don't know why, but I hated being in that room alone with her. I sat down at a desk and tapped my feet against the floor. When I said it was impossible to sit through an hour of detention not moving, I wasn't exaggerating. I had bad ADHD and couldn't go a minute without doing something. While I was tapping my foot, Mrs. Diverita stood up from behind her desk and glided over to where I was sitting. I tried to meet her eyes but I couldn't.

"It won't be long until you go to Camp and are claimed. Maybe Ares, seeing how obnoxious you are. I had a run in with Clarisse a while back, she couldn't even hurt me. Perseus Jackson was only twelve when he dueled Ares." Mrs. Diverita said, pacing around me.

"What? What are you talking about?" It was only a second after I spoke that she turned on me and yelled in my face.

"YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IT TO CAMP HALF-BLOOD! I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU GET THE CHANCE TO LEAVE!" Her hands slammed on my desk, only they weren't human hands. I pushed my sea back and it fell over as I stood up abruptly and backed into the corner of the classroom.

Her skin turned blue and she grew wings that looked like a butterfly's, only ripped. Her eyes looked like a mosquito's and her red hair looked like flames. "DIE, ALEXANDRA GREENE, DAUGHTER OF ATHENA!"

And then she attacked.