Hello people! This is my first fanfic so don't judge. Although… constructive criticism would help! I can't make up my mind. Oh well.
Piper POV
My kaleidoscope eyes didn't shine as brightly that monday morning. I was massively hungover. I, Piper McLean, didn't drink EVER. But that didn't stop the painstaking headache and the dizzy tossed-around feeling. I slipped on my Prada sunglasses and stepped into my limo. Luckily it was sunny out otherwise Dave would figure me out. No, not my dad. My driver.
My dad was never really around. He was a major movie star. He was THE Tristan McLean. I hadn't seen him in two weeks and even that was for a public event in New York. He came to our house to get his New York suit. All he said was "Hey Pipes," then left. It was normal. He had been distant since my mom left when I was 10.
I still knew her though. Although my father technically had custody, I saw my mother more. When I my mother first left, I would catch him just sitting on the end of his bed, staring at her picture. She had beautiful, long, blonde hair that waved at her waist, making her look like a goddess. Her sky-blue eyes shone with humor. She was smart, funny, pretty, and kind all at the same time. I think that's what attracted my parents to each other. My dad was handsome, funny, kind, and smart. Key-word WAS. Now all he was, was handsome... and devious, and scheming, and… you know what I think you get the point. Basically he was all about fame.
I remember when I was eight and my father was a struggling actor and my mother's cosmetics shop was all that was keeping us off the streets. My father auditioned for every broadway musical, every sad little play, and every movie available. I remember one day my mom and I were making cookies in our small, gray, kitchen when my dad burst through the door screaming and shrieking like a little girl "I got the part!" My mom was so proud, she picked me up and danced around the kitchen. It was a cheesy reproduction of some old, Greek tragedy that was long forgotten. It was the best day of his life. I had heard him say so. I didn't think this when I was little, but bitter thoughts had harbored. His first big movie was more important than my birth or even his wedding. It all went downhill from there.
After the movie, he became a huge star, getting recognized everywhere, people asking for autographs. I was proud. My daddy was the biggest star in New York, then America, then the world. By the time I was 10 my dad was never home. Always on some public whim or another. It sorta got boring after awhile. Sure it had it's benefits, we lived in a huge house, got fancy clothes, and mom's cosmetics business finally took off, but it had it's downsides too. My dad got into his first big hollywood scandal. Let's just say it involved him, the most popular actress, and one huge divorce.
My mother cried for a week. Because of their pre-nup. My mom got all of her assets and he got his. I was the exception. For some reason my father wanted me. I don't know why, don't ask me. He used his millionaire status to convince the judge that his large wealth would protect me more than my mother's company funds. No one even considered my emotional status in this debate. Of course I wanted to stay with my mom, she was my whole world. I wanted to be just like her. Beautiful, of course, but also humble and hard-working. My mother cared about me just like she cared about my father. He was angry about her filing for divorce. I remember the exact words he said; "Come on babe, it's just a publicity stunt, it didn't mean anything! I still love you!" My mom scoffed and snapped back "This shouldn't have ever happened if you actually loved me" She broke down in tears, dragged me out the front door, and we drove off in the night.
She and I were still the best of friends but I no longer wanted to be just like her. I always toned down "my natural beauty," as my mother called it. I cut my brown hair in choppy strands to hide the soft and luscious quality. I wore baggy clothing and ridiculous shoes. I purposely tried to not draw attention to myself.
Dave turning off the radio signaled to me that we were there. I took off my sunglasses and put them in the backseat of the limo. There was no way I could let the kids at school look at that label. I slung my ratty old backpack over my shoulder and walked up the street. I had Dave drop me half a mile from the school so they didn't catch me come to Goode High in a limo. The only person I had told who my father was, was my best friend Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano. I know right, long name.
Reyna had been my best friend ever since kindergarten. I was my mother's little princess, she had always said so. When Halloween came around I had put on a beautiful fairy princess gown. When the other girls looked at me, they teased me. They said I was a fat, chubby, whale. My dress was actually very puffy and made me look like a big pink watermelon. I ran from the school bawling, I was running anywhere. By the time I reached the river on the edge of town, my dress was torn in several places and my perfectly structured hairstyle was falling out.
I sat on the riverbank crying when I heard a noise in the brush beside me. It was a scuffling sound, like a chipmunk or a squirrel. I just ignored it, thinking that a small critter could hardly bother me. That's when I heard a loud crash and a wail of frustration. My curiosity got the best of me as I wiped my tears and peeked into the brush.
Instead of a small animal, there was a small girl. She had a fluffy princess gown like me but her's was a deep shade of violet. Her dress was caught on a small branch and she was stuck. She still hadn't noticed me so I continued to observe her closely. She had dark brown hair and eyes of the same color. Her face looked somewhat spanish and I presumed she was from somewhere near South America. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration as she tugged at her dress angrily.
"Hey there, do you want help?" I asked.
Her head whipped around wildly as if she was expecting someone else. When she saw it was me she nodded enthusiastically. I pulled myself into the little dip and took a look at the hem of her dress. It was caught on a branch covered in thorns. I took a look at the girl's hands and noticed they were covered in blood, as was the rest of her. Before I started to pester her, I unattached her dress from the thorns.
"My name's Piper," I said, "what's yours?" I reached out my hand in greeting. She was reluctant to take it. I smiled reassuringly. She smiled nervously back and took my hand.
"I'm Reyna," she said. Her eyes cast downward and she wouldn't look at my eyes as if she was afraid that I would hurt her.
I put my hand on her shoulder and led her to the river. "Let's get you cleaned up." I ripped off a bit of my dress and dipped it into the water. I gently rubbed her face until all that was left was a few cuts and scrapes. I then did the same with her hands. She winced with every touch but when I finished she looked at me gratefully.
"Why?" was all she said. I just looked at her and shrugged. I honestly didn't know why I was being so motherly. I just wanted to be like my mother for once I guess. Just to be kind and polite in general.
"Come on. Let's go to my house. My mother can fix you up and we can find your mommy and daddy."
Reyna shook her head crazily. She backed into the river and tensed up like she was about to run. Piper grabbed her hand to stop her from dashing off quick. "It's alright Reyna. I won't tell your mommy where you are if you come with me back to my house." Reyna nodded solemnly. She squeezed Reyna's hand and tugged her along the riverbank. They padded over the muddy bank until they reached the bridge.
The bridge wasn't really a bridge but a bent up old log. It's where her mother used to pull her along on picnics and spring walks. They would run across the bridge and pretend that the river was filled with alligators and piranhas. Her mother had the most wonderful imagination.
Piper pulled Reyna over the log excitedly. She knew the route home easily now. Her house was just over the large hill. She let go of Reyna's hand and sprinted up the hill with Reyna following close behind. She ran through the valley, her little farmhouse in sight. Reyna pulled ahead, her eyes sparkling at the chance of victory. As they neared the house, Piper slowed down and bent over, breath spilling from lungs far too quickly.
"Are you okay Piper?" Reyna asked. I nodded, still out of breath. I tugged on the back door of the house. It slid open and Piper slipped through, ushering Reyna inside. She glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was 3:35, her school got out at 4:00. Her mom was supposed to leave for her school in 10 minutes. She could hear her upstairs, singing and rustling about.
"Mom, I'm home!" Piper called up the stairs. She heard a loud shrieking sound and a scrambling noise as her mother flew down the stairs.
"Piper McLean what are you doing home at this time? Look at your dress! I spent a lot of money on that! Who is this? You know you aren't supposed to bring home friends without asking!" She said all of this in a small period of time. Piper looked around confused.
"This is Reyna. I met her down at the old river. She was all bloody from hiding in a thorn bush!" I explained. In hindsight, I think I just made it worst.
"Dear me child! Are you okay?" my mother asked with complete sincerity. She looked at Reyna. Reyna nodded her head shyly. "Let's pick you back up. Do you want me to call your mother?" Reyna shook her head violently.
"Don't call her please. She hates me! I don't want to go back to San Juan!" My mom frowned, she was obviously very confused.
"San Juan California?" she asked.
"No. Puerto Rico." My mom's jaw dropped.
"How on Earth did you get from San Juan Puerto Rico to San Francisco California?" She looked utterly confused.
"I took a boat. My sister Hylla helped me. She's 16." Reyna said proudly "she saved enough money to rent a boat to California. Then she said she's gonna make us a great life away from our parents. I just have to wait two years." My mother looked horrified.
After my mother called Hylla and made her drive over to our house, she made a few calls and got Hylla and Reyna legally adopted until Hylla reached the age of 18. Hylla gave Reyna a severe scolding: "Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano, what were you thinking? I told you to stay right outside the shop and what did you do? You ran away!"
Reyna frowned "I was just trying to help," she stared at her feet. She was obviously ashamed of her behavior. She looked up to her sister and didn't want to disappoint her.
After that day, Reyna and Hylla were like my adopted sisters. When Hylla left San Francisco to go to college in New York, my mother basically took Reyna in. My father never liked her. He didn't even consider her in the divorce. Mind you, he didn't mind me at all either. I'd rather stay with my adoptive sister and mother than my inattentive father.
Where were we. I got completely sidetracked. I was meeting up with Reyna before school so we could walk to our homeroom together. I met her outside my locker. She was always at school early. Not because of my mother's over preparing, no because of her cruuuuuuush. I teased her about it almost everyday. I had no idea who the lucky guy was, but I knew how flustered she was around English. He was in our English class. I was still trying to narrow it down.
Reyna ignored her all throughout homeroom. All Piper had time to do was think. She remembered the night clearly. I pushed my bangs out out of my face as my friends Annabeth, Hazel and Calypso tried to get me to join them at Thalia Grace's party. Thalia Grace was a popular senior who liked to shove her parent's money in their faces with large and expensive parties. I knew I was going to be dragged to this one seeing how I completely avoided the last two.
"Come on Pipes! This party is going to be a blast!" Hazel was saying. Annabeth and Calypso nodded in agreement. I sighed and put on the dress that they picked out for me. It wasn't that bad considering this was a senior party. It was a white tank top dress with a flowy skirt that ended just above my knees.
"Piper! We are gonna be late!" Annabeth called up the stairs while I was still in my room admiring my rather fitting outfit.
"I'm coming, I just have to check on something!" I stuck my head into Reyna's bedroom. "Hey sis are you coming?" Reyna shook her head. She was studying the geography book that my mother had recently bought her. Needless to say, Reyna was even more boring than I was.
The party was the most boring thing I had ever been to. I sat on the Grace's couch and drank water. It was completely time wasting. That was until I got the text. It ruined my life in about ten seconds. It was from my father.
Dad: We are moving. I have a new movie deal in New York. I don't care what you have to say about the matter.
After that I got a bit out of control. I had a drink for the first time in my life. I was wasted. So drunk I couldn't stand up. I sat on the couch again. This time I was giggling softly, tears streaming down my face.
A boy sat down next to me. "Hey, are you okay," He asked politely. I stopped shaking enough for my vision to focus. He was cute no doubt about that. He had short cropped blond hair and stunning blue eyes. Other than that, I was to drunk to pay attention to anything else. He grabbed my hand and I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his.
I know, I know terrible decisions. But I was distressed and drunk. I was a complete idiot and it will haunt me for the rest of my life yada yada yada… After I completely lost my pride and mind, I don't remember anything. But I did wake up in the exact same place with all my clothes on so I'm sure that's a good thing.
I just wish I could remember that boy so I could apologize. I remember that he was blond and had a scar above his lip. Stapler? Why did I think stapler? Oh yeah Annabeth's boyfriend Percy had a friend who ate a stapler. His name was Jason… Oh crap. Jason Grace.
So what do you think? It's really awful… I'd appreciate reviews if you could though ;)