Hi, yeah I'm back my loyal readers! I was thinking and I decided to do a new story. I will leave my other one and focus on this one until I get some decent ideas. I read The Blood of Olympus and I'm happy and angry at Rick Riordan for once again leaving lots, lots, and lots of cliffhangers and for starting a new series about Norse gods and not merging The Kane Chronicles and Heroes of Olympus. I would wait for them to come out but I have to get interested in a different hobbies. For now I think. I will try. Big applause for Rick Riordan the greatest author of the century. Well back to me, well not me but my story. I couldn't update because I just started high school and have advanced classes then a regular freshman I learn with sophomore and juniors. No, no, NOOOOOooo. I'm sorry. Ok. I'm sorry! *the author is getting beat up by many people for not updating his account or story*10 weeks later*in hospital still healing from the beating the nerds gave me* All I have to say is Ouch. I know how you feel but violence will not solve it. Something off topic, who likes Minecraft? Because I love it. I'm a hardcore Minecrafter.
*After Blood of Olympus*
*Spoilers start in chapter 2*
If I were a demigod this would be me. ENJOY!
I do not own Percy Jackson. I own a pen.
? POV
Vrmmm. Vrmmm. Vrmmm. My phone vibrated for the 3rd time. I reached out slowly and turned off the alarm and look up at my digital clock 6:45am. Of which day? I look again, Friday, 'yes!' I exclaimed in my mind. I slowly got out of bed and got dressed which consisted: Black jeans, black t-shirt, black hoodie, black sneakers, and a black denim jacket. Call me whatever you like, just because I dress heavily in black doesn't mean anything. I just like the color black.
My name? Well my name is Bond, James Bond… Ok seriously my name is Lykos Vasilias (A/N If anyone finds out what his name means review and you will get a prize on which I will decide on). My friends call me Alpha.
After getting dressed I took my school bag (by the way, yes it's black) and went into the living room. I put my school bag next to the door and sat on the couch and turned on the TV. For some minutes I've been flipping through the channels aimlessly until I got on the news channel and heard the usual. A car accident on some road, a murder victim and good weather.
People think that a rainy day is the worst day but really I like it. It's better than sunny days which I hate.
When the clock hits 7:30am I put on my black cap and sling my schoolbag over my shoulder and leave the house. Each day I walk 1 mile to school. It may sound a lot but after some time you get used to it. I go to a High School in Brooklyn, New York. It's November 1st so its fall and its cold but not for me. After 20 minutes of walking I finally get to my school.
After going through all the security like the metal detectors and x-rays. I start walking towards my first period class, which is my worst class. It is English, the teacher is so racist to everyone. After 45 minutes of boring, painful torture the bell finally rings and I run out of the classroom not wanting to be in her class any longer. I ran to my 2nd period class which was geometry. It is easy but boring. My teacher Mr. Beckingham is a good techer but he teaches at a slow pace. After that my day went normal. Math, Global, Lunch, Spanish, and Art.
Finally I had PE. I was changing my clothes for PE when I heard a growling noise. I ignored it but after a few seconds it came back. I locked my school bag and clothes in the locker and went to the door. I put my hand on the doorhandle and waited a few seconds. The noise came back but louder and more angry. So me being me, I opened the door and looked inside.
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