I DONT OWN OURAN OR PERCY JACKSON... DAMN THOSE RICH PEOPLE
WHAT THE HE-!
prologue
I was sitting at my computer desk where I was watching the English version of "Ouran High School Host Club" when my mom called.
"Honey, it's time for dinner."
"One minute," I replied.
Just then, when I looked at the computer screen, I saw a bright light. I was being pulled forward closer and closer to the computer.
When I collided with it, I didn't feel anything. Instead I went right through it.
"What the he-," I screeched... or at least partially.
Before I could get the rest of my words out I landed on my back on a hard, cold surface.
"Ell...?"
I sat up and looked around. I found myself lying in front of a huge door with a sign in Japanese above it. The words "Music Room 3" flashed in my head and I gasped. How did I know that.
I looked down at my hands and almost screamed to high heaven.
"I'm... anime...?" I whispered to myself.
I stood up and walked to the door. I turned the handle and pushed.
DID YOU LIKE IT I KNOW IT WAS SHORT BUT THATS ONLY THE PROLOGUE THE OTHERS WILL BE LONGER ANYWAYS I JUST GOT THE IDEA LAST NIGHT AND WELL NOW IM HERE LIKE IT HATE IT I DONT CARE FLAME ME IF YOU WANT JUST BE PREPARED TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED PRESS THAT BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM
WITH LOVE
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