Well, here goes, if I see any spelling mistakes I'll try to fix them quickly but other then that if you read my humble story I hope you enjoy, maybe even tell a friend or two *wink wink cough cough*, so, hope you like it.
Chapter 1: I give the bride a lift
Hey, Im Meredith Page, some call me Merry, the rest call me a thief. Now, I know what your thinking, 'I know scum like you, trying to corrupt the younger generation', well, i'll have you know I am part of the younger generation so it must be someone else's fault. But, back to the reason I'm called a thief, whenever I'm around things go missing, mildly suspicious I know but I swear I wasn't actually doing it, they just appeared in my pockets.
When I met my Mother for the first time she said that I remind her of my Father with my blonde hair that tends to get in my face but I usually let it because people say I look like I'm going to steal everything they own. My ears aren't too big but they stick out a little in what I would consider cute but then again I am my greatest fan and their may be slight bias at times. The rest of my face was rather plain, average height, average everything for the most part and I could blend into a crowd of people with ease and you would have to look exceptionally hard if you wanted to find me when I didn't want to be found, which wasn't all to rare because I am always being accused of things that I had forgotten I'd done. But what stood out quite a bit to most people who saw me were my bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief and misdeeds.
Today I'm wearing a red shirt with some faded writing, a denim jacket covered in various pockets for totally non-kleptomaniac purposes and a pair of jeans which were torn in "stylish" ways that made it look like I went through an army of possessed belt sanders. But, my new favourite item of clothing had to be the small golden charm around my wrist, I found it on a pile of clothing on the morning of my 15th birthday last week on top of a note, when I read I was definitely surprised to say the least, in fact, I have it in my pocket right now, ahem.
To Merry
Sup? I know that we have never met but I mean this in the least creepy way humanly possible, happy birthday, I know we have never met and I hate that it has to be that way for now but I have always watched over you, keeping the bad away when possible and intentionally accidentally ending up with those bullies that bothered you most prized possessions in my back pocket. So yet again I ask you not to take this in the "Oh gods I'm getting stalked" way, trust me I'm not... Kinda. But anyways, see ya in a bit (hopefully not too long).
Love H, a.k.a Dad.
To say I was surprised and a little bit scared is an understatement, my first contact with my father in 15 years and he's a stalker, admittedly it could be worse but it's far from great, I was kinda hoping he would be rich, but alive is a good start. You see, my mother had to give me up at birth because she didn't have the money to look after me, I met up with her when I was twelve, when I was told I was meeting her I intended to chew her out and give her a piece of my mind. Yeah, instead I ended up having to comfort a women in her early thirties that looked like me as she cried all over my new shirt that I had brought, after she explained what happened with her and my father I was angry at him instead. The way I saw it he abused her trust and love, got her pregnant and then left after a few days and never saw her again. But even then, she defended him and after I questioned her as to why she said "I should be angry but I cant, without him I a) wouldn't have you and b) the world wouldn't have been graced with someone else almost as great as me" she grinned ear to ear with her eyes full of pride and tears and I couldn't help but turn back the exact same expression (tears as well). Now at this point there was no doubt that I was pretty much her mini me so if she could forgive him then I should because it would take a pretty damn good reason for either of us to forgive anybody. After more tears and stories of just how much better we were then others jokingly she asked me the question I dreaded.
"So Merry, I finally picked myself up, you can come home and live with me if you want, you would have to go to California but you would adjust quickly?" She tried to keep the pleading tone out but it slipped through but I already knew the answer, "Im sorry, I cant... Theres um someone who... I like... Only as a friend though... I mean he's okay... Kinda cute...uh cool I meant...ummm..." After Merry stopped looking at that particularly great looking spot on the ground I looked up and caught my mothers eyes they were overflowing with pride and happiness and she hugged me saying "You do what makes you happy so I can be happy". Now fast forwards to my current predicament instead of me having a heart to heart with my mum and things were going pretty crazy, lets just say, it was one of those days.
You know, one of those days, you know, the kind of day where you stub your toe on the only rock within 4 square miles (minor exaggeration), miss your bus, get an itch at the back of your mouth and get chased up some hill in the middle of nowhere following my crush, I mean best friend, who was babbling about gods and how he was going to kill someone called Annabeth for getting him to do this and running from 6 overly British cyclops. Oh wait, you've never had one of those days? Well, we have less in common than I thought, but anyways, overly British cyclops, what ever do you mean I hear you say, well.
For one, they all had top hats on, and by on I mean pulled down to their cheeks and slots for them to see ripped out, too be honest with you it was probably better then seeing there face and I was flattered to see they put so much effort into the disguise they utilised in their attempts to eat me alive. On top of that, well below technically, were their suits, they wore them with such finesse and style you could almost not see the fat hanging out of the sides of the suits in question, almost. I could see their greyish skin on their legs and arms as the trouser's were far too short and the sleeves were even worse but I couldn't deny their taste as they all wore black socks with similar Mr. Men like characters sown on. The only thing different with these was instead of the classic ensemble of Mr Happy and the like was Mr Kill-E Mr Stab-E and Bruce (dunno, don't ask). But any ways back to the reasonably more important reason story about why I was running from said cyclopses instead of my descriptions of their endless sex appeal... Or lack thereof, but anyways, prepare yourself for this tale of grandeur, let your pets out, lock the doors, turn off the oven and prepare yourself.
I may or may not have intentionally crashed a car accidentally into a wedding that was filled with cyclopses, why would I, a totally normal person who has never done any wrong (warning: sarcasm) do something like that you probably aren't saying? Well, it started when they said "A feast!" Mr. Kill-E roared, "Yes brother, that nearby school is filled to the brim with delectable mortal morsels" Mr. Stab-E bellowed back, this was followed by a series of hearty arrogant laughs which only happens once in a blue moon when a room full of British people discuss something that isn't rising petrol prices. To be honest with you I wasn't that bothered by this, me and my friend were already ditching school for the day and everybody else in that hell hole could get eaten for all I care (little harsh but oh well, ill live). So, there I am mulling over the pro's and con's of pointing the cyclopses in the right direction when one of them started sniffing the air giving the world a good mentally scarring view of his nose hairs as he tilted his head back for a better whiff. "Whatever is it Mr. Choke-E?" One of the others said curiously, "I can smell a demigod, child of Hermes, positively reeks gents" said the sniffer as the rest looked in the direction of his finger and therefore the direction of me.
Now, I know what your thinking, I gave them a long heroic speech about how I would most definitely not allow them to eat me and stood up tall and single handedly fought them of with wit and skills to match!
Yeah...no. I kinda squeaked out something about having a shower 20 minutes ago back in the dorm and ran for the nearest vehicle. It was a small medical van, thing, not an ambulance more a mix between an ambulance and a fed-ex van with a caduceus on the side and bonnet. You might be wondering why a fifteen year old girl would run for a car when in a danger, was I a renown road warrior who cruised the streets demanding and receiving respect from everyone, nope, some voice in my head told me to go to the car, for some reason when I pressed my hand to the car it unlocked so I climbed in. When I sat down I saw a post-it note and groaned, I hate reading, being dyslexic and ADHD meant I didn't have much love for it and I felt it thought the same of me. What startled me was it wasn't in english but it moved into place and I could just read it with no problem, but I'm not gonna lie what it wanted was pretty obvious with the doodle of a button being pushed and an arrow pointing at a button but nevertheless it simply read, "Press it, you know you wanna" , so I did, mostly because it was red and shiny and seemed like a great idea. After I pressed the previously mentioned button huge bronze spikes erupted from the front of the car and the voice in my head just said "10 points if you hit the bride" I laughed openly and muttered "brain, I know we have had our disagreements but you just reminded me why I keep you about" a broad grin spread across my face as I sped towards the cyclopses that had started looking at me in fear as they saw the light reflect of the long spikes.
I ploughed through a fence, across the road, into an oblivious kid and his dog (joking, jeez, I'd at least bib the horn before hand) and slammed into the bride and through the crowd of cyclopses onto the next street, the bride erupted into dust leaving behind a dirty veil caked with mud and... peanut butter? I got out of the car and marvelled at my work, the car had a light sprinkling of gold dust for some reason but that didn't stop the crazy grin on my face, I heard someone drop something behind me and saw who I was waiting for. I turned around and saw him, my best friend Tristan Lim, he had a military cut that he grows to above standard length for the style, a shirt that was frayed at the sleeves but he pulled the look off, some simple black cargo pants and... a very unusual, and very serious and shocked face as he looked at the car.
That was before I heard a male voice shout through my head "MERRY, STOP, GO BACK TO THE SCHOOL IT ISNT SAFE! RU- ARGH" and suddenly the voice cut out, I played it off as Tristan looked at me worried but I just smiled but a sudden sense of dread filled me and shook me to my very core.
So then, author here, hope you enjoy it, my first attempt, I kinda just winged it because I had a burst of inspiration and I'm never one for plenty of planning but I would happily like to see some constructive criticism (not flame, that stuff is just pointless and a waste of everyones time, if you don't like it I need a reason so I know what to improve) . I'll have some canon characters in there, but I'll try to keep them to a minimum and give my OC's a time to shine, oh and it will have what I hope to be a original twist, with any luck you wont see it coming but bear with me, I have a tendency to rant if you could't tell yet had read this far, incase you did theres a slight hint to the twist in here, have fun guys and gals if you here.