I fully realize that I am, in fact, not a normal teenager. My life is not one of those ridiculous Hollywood stories that go, "I was a normal kid until something completely changed my life." You see, I've always known that I was different. Strange things have always happened to me and I can remember strange creatures trying to hurt me as a child, except I always assumed those were dreams.
There was an event that completely changed my life, but I'm not a Princess. I'm not Cinderella and I didn't win the handsome Prince and ruled the kingdom. No. I am Violet Carlisle and I am a hero.
"Watch where you're going you filthy sewer brat!"
I turned to glare at the rich old woman I nearly ran over with my skateboard. She wore a fur coat and pearls; she was just asking to be robbed. I turned my attention back to my friends, dodging people on the sidewalk as we made our way down 8th street towards the skate park. As we passed a pretzel stand, my best friend Jack grabbed a pretzel right from a man's hands as he moved into take a bite.
The stand owner and the man shouted after us, calling for police, but we were hidden amongst the many Chicago people moving quickly up and down the sidewalk. Rounding the corner, we came to the skate park where the rest of our friends were. I slid up right next to Jack as he hopped off his skateboard and bit into the stolen pretzel.
"That wasn't very nice Jack," I remarked as we sat down on the half-pipe where everyone was sitting. The shaggy blonde hair boy rolled his green eyes and spoke through his full mouth.
"Since when do you care about nice? You steal everyday!"
Jack's brother, Shane, snickered and laid down next to his girlfriend, Macy. Looking around, I noticed that we were all very dirty. Our hair was full of grease and caked with dirt; it'd been months since any of us had a proper bath. We'd all run away from our homes and banded together over the years. Since then, we stole for food and lived wherever we could find a dry place that was well hidden from real criminals.
Every single one of us had been in the foster system and were sick of being treated like second class citizens; we created our own family that always had each other's backs. But it was different when Jack and Shane joined the group; they were treated like Gods amongst mere mortals.
Jack finished off the pretzel, ignoring the hungry look from some of the younger kids in our gang; the youngest was 8 and ran away just a few weeks ago from an abusive foster mom. I rolled my eyes as he grabbed my hand; he considered me his girlfriend. He was cute, but I saw him as a brother, not a boyfriend.
As Jack rubbed my hand with his thumb, I saw something move out of the corner of my eyes. Grover, a handicapped boy who joined our gang a few months ago stood and looked straight ahead, seemingly frozen with fear. I frowned and turned my attention to where he was looking.
Immediately, I could feel the fear radiating off of him. Standing in the distance was a giant figure of a bull.
Okay, so suckish beginning, but whatever. I've had this idea in my head ever since I read the Last Olympian so I decided to write it and put it on here. Let me know what you think of this first chapter and if I should put some more chapters on. I know it's weird so far…but…it's my first Percy Jackson fanfiction….yep.
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