A/N: Hi guys! So this is my first story. I hope to get the next chapter up soon, maybe next week? Also, anything you recognize is not mine. But I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Me: Uggghhh. Do I have to? Rick: Yes. It's my work. Me: Fine. * Curses under breath* I-I-I d-don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. * glares at Rick* There. You happy now? Rick: Very.*smirks*
"Auggghhhh" Reyna groaned.
She turned away from her window from which sunlight was pouring out of and sat up sleepily. She surveyed her room. It was pure white with a purple canopy bed. Her mahogany dressers were across from the bed and currently had two photo frames on top. One was of Reyna and Hylla on C.C.'s island; they were smiling and in matching white dresses. The other was of her, Bobby, Gwen, Jason, and Dakota. It was taken on her birthday, at their secret place, a cove with a waterfall splashing into a crystal clear blue lake.
She walked slowly into her washroom, her feet sticking to the oak floors. Her washroom was pale blue and had a porcelain bathtub, a marble sink, and a white toilet. She opened the mirror cabinet above her sink and brushed her teeth. Once done, she dressed into a cozy grey off the shoulder sweater and dark blue faded jeans. She plaited her hair into a fishtail braid then grabbed a key and went into her closet, retrieving a chest, made of dark, polished wood with engraved designs. It was the size of a binder and as thick as one, and had a small gold lock, which could not be picked with anything. She put the silver key into the lock and turned right. She heard the audible click of it unlocking and opened it. She then withdrew a book, the thickness and size of the chest. It was covered in black silk and had drawings of intricate birds in white on it.
She rummaged through her desk until she had recovered a pack of 100 Crayola pencil crayons, 8 metallic colours, sketching pencils, charcoal, and an eraser. She then somehow carried everything plus a cup of hot chocolate to her living room and set it upon her glass and mahogany coffee table. She looked at the clock. It was 8:30 a.m. so she would have about three and a half hours before lunch. She sat cross legged on her purple plush couch and turned on the radio. As Shawn Mendes' Stitches came on, she opened her sketchbook to a half-finished sketch of an intricately braided hairdo. Time proceeded to fly, but within an hour, she was rudely interrupted in her tranquility.
"Stupid blue jay." She muttered" he knows he's not supposed to interrupt me." Sighing, she got up from her nest of blankets and walked calmly to the door, where the knocking persisted.
"Hold up! I'm coming! I'm coming! Jeez." She swung open the heavy oak door. "Hello?" blinking, because, no way in Tartarus was that them. She couldn't help gasping.
A/N: So that's it! For now. I'll probably update in a week or so.
~ Jade