This most definitely not my first fanfic and i'm not sure if it's any good, so I'm just going to throw this out there. Read.
Hey there, my name is Melanie. I have a confession to make, I LOVE THE PJO SERIES!!! I mean who doesn't. Rick Riordan wrote the series, and well he is a blessing to my book collection.
You're thinking, book collection? What a nerd. Well, I am not a nerd. I am actually considered popular. I am the head of the soccer team and I have tons of friends. My friends are also extremely obsessed. We talk about it all the time.
You know what sucks though? I am moving away from them. I have to move to Manhattan with my stupid drunken idiot dad. Ok, never mind that he isn't drunk, but after I was born he went a little kooky in the head. He claims that gold light brought me down from the heavens. So, when he gets like that I convince my friends that he is drunk. Know the public story, which is the only reason I am telling you that.
Anyways, I have to go to the most boring school ever. My dad said something like, "This school has a lot of people like you in it." Or "You'll love it. They have one of Manhattan's largest school libraries." I do like books, so I agreed to go. I don't think it had a technical name due to some freak fire incident in the band room. Something about cork grease and the teachers smoking habits, I wondered if he had enough breath to get through a trumpet.
So, I was packing telling you these insignificant details about my boring life. I have to go to a new place, meet new people, and on top of all that I just turned sixteen and I am not, repeat not, aloud to get a cell phone. This protective parent thing was really starting to get on my nerves.
I could hear the soft thump of boots come down the hall. My ears searched a bit harder looking for little details. The shoe was a size thirteen. They had a hiking grip that slightly stuck to the floor. They were my dad's steady feet thumping toward my room. Two feet away I tucked my Percy Jackson books in my carry on. I would reread them all within a matter of hours. I had taken Greek this semester and I understood it fairly well. So, all my books were Greek. It interfered less with my dyslexia that way for some reason.
My ADHD didn't slow down my reading either because the books were just so exciting. Plus, I loved to imagine myself as I half-blood. When I read those books my mind would fade away into my fantasies. I knew they were fake, but I could see the Ares kids in my peripheral vision clashing their swords while I sat on the porch of the Athena cabin reading away at my Greek mythology books. I could hear Annabeth's fragile laughter and see her walk by with Percy, both hand in hand.
My dad peaked through the crack in the door saying, "Knock! Knock!" I rolled my eyes as he stepped in. His boots were the tackiest thing ever. Those stupid black boots with the red lining, he used them for hiking, but they always looked nice.
"You ready to go Trooper?" I hated when he called me that.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I shouldered my pack stepping toward him.
"Ok, the car is waiting outside. Hop in and we'll go." He motioned toward the door. I took the invitation as he widened the doors crack of an opening he had left it at.
As I stepped through the house I silently said goodbye to all the rooms. Each one was sacred to me. Each had its own story to how I had grown up, to who I am. Silent blessings to my well being came from each room. I know its sounds crazy, but it was like something magic came from each one telling me to live life to the fullest. I can't exactly explain it because then you might call someone to take me to the crazy house.
Fresh air overwhelmed my senses as I made it out of the house. My two best friends were waiting by the car. My best friend Lucy, aka Lulu, was holding a tissue fake dabbing her eyes like the little actress she was. My second best friend, Rainey, was leaned up against the car door with her face covered by her hood. Her black hair was pulled into a loose ponytail hanging to the left side of her neck.
The back door of my dad's Ford Flex clicked open as I was about the throw my bag in the back. The bag thudded against the back line of seats and I angrily slammed the door closed. I stuck my hands into my pockets and walked back around to my friends. The tips of my hair were hot pink because of my rebellious act while I was at Rainey's house. She was great but she got me into so much trouble.
Lucy busted into fake tears wrapping me in a hug. "I'm going to miss you so much. And if you get in one bit of trouble I will slice you to pieces."
"I will make sure not to Silena." Yep, that's right we all used the names. Guess who I was!
"Annabeth, if you get hurt I will drag you to the deepest pit of Tartarus." Rainey said punching me in the arm.
"If anything happens I'll IM you Thalia." I laughed at how much we talked in half-blood slang. We were majorly obsessed.
"You'd better." I reached behind her head while hugging her and pulled down the hood of her jacket to reveal her face. I pulled away and saw tears that streaked her cheeks.
"I'll be fine you guys." I hugged both of them. Lucy was strong and I knew it. She wouldn't shed a tear unless she was ready to start swinging. Rainey looked tough and acted tough, but she was a major softy. They would miss me. Don't get me wrong, I would miss them, but I had to hold strong until out of sight. I didn't want to break already broken hearts.
"Hey Trooper, time to go." Ugh, my dad was here to ruin the mushy moment.
"Fine" I mumbled into Lucy's hair. I had tried to turn his way, but I still had two friends wrapped in my arms. I pushed them back a bit smiling at them both. Rainey pulled her hood back up hugged me a little once more and stepped back to lean against my stair post. Lucy wiped away a true tear. She then joined Rainey by the post dabbing away running eyeliner.
I started to get in the car when Rainey stepped forward and stopped me. "Melanie, I want you to swear to me you will come back for us. Swear on the River Styx." She said. Her hood had come off and nothing but seriousness covered her face.
"I swear on the River Styx that I will come back for you guys when I can." Thunder rumbled in the distance… weird.
"That storm is coming in Trooper. We have to get going." I slid the rest of the way onto my seat and shut the door. It started to rain and my friends just stared through it straight at me as we pulled away from the curb.
The rain got heavier and my friends disappeared in the distance. My dad was leaned forward in his seat trying to see through the suddenly heavy rain.
"Poseidon must be sad." I mumbled crying silently to myself. My dad didn't really notice and kept driving.
After about thirty minutes through the deadly pour we pulled into an airport parking garage. Our real car was already on its way being sent. The flex was a rental. We would leave it in the garage section where they would take the rentals away, if we tagged it.
I yanked my bag out of the back of the Flex and headed for the garage elevator. My dad struggled to get in the elevator before the doors closed. Luckily he got a hand between the doors in time. He pressed the fourth button and the numbers started to climb. I was leaning up against the wall with the hand rail digging into my back. It wasn't comfortable, but it was as far from my dad as I could get.
"Come on, Trooper buck up for the experience!" He sounded excited, but it was fake enthusiasm. The gleam in his eyes said that he was having trouble leaving behind his child home. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina. Now we had to go north. I didn't want to go north.
Ding! I groaned and stepped out into the suspended hall that led from the garage to the main building. We started going through security. I went through one metal detector after taking off my shoes, my necklace, my earrings, and my belt. Along with that in the bucket I had my bag. I walked through and it went off. Great, the officer stopped me and waved the uh, metal-detector-wand-thing over my person and the only thing that went off was my ring. I had forgotten I was wearing it. I wore it so often I didn't know it was there. I slept, and showered with this thing on.
They made me remove the ring and step through again. Now, I was clear. I slipped my ring back into place and then got my flip-flops back on. I took all my jewelry out and slipped them in my bag before snatching my stuff up. My dad went through as I kept walking. I handed my ticket to the lady at the podium. She checked it over and then sent me on through. My dad ran in behind me and stepped up to me.
We headed onto the plane and sat down in our first class chairs. A lady in a blue skirt suit asked us how are day was going and then told us we had one meal scheduled. I leaned my head against the window and watched as we took off. I fell asleep at one point and woke up to the smell of steak. My dad was munching down on a piece of steak fat. Eck, he could be so unhealthily gross sometimes.
"Hey sleepy, you going to have our little lunch before we land?" He wondered rubbing my hair. I smacked away his hand. I was no good right after naps.
"No, I'll go out and get something when we get there. I want some Mickey Dees." I loved calling Mc Donald's that ever since Lucy had said it the first time.
"Fine Trooper"
"Don't call me that." I grumbled leaning my head against the window again.
The speakers crackled before a voice finally made air, no pun intended, "Buckle for landing" The seat belts light flashed and I groggily snapped the belt into place.
I felt the bump as we made contact with the ground and come to a halt. The attendants stepped down the aisles waving to us before entering the lower class cabin. My dad was rich, so this was normal for me. My father and I went out of the plane and into the terminal. The baggage claim line was short and manageable due to the fact no one wanted to move or visit family during school weeks. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the curb. Once again, I was leaving my dad behind struggling to catch up.
My dad waved his hand once or twice to passing empty cabs. I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled, loud. A yellow cab stopped right in front of us. I jumped in the back waiting for my dad to give the address. I watched as he handed the man a piece of paper and lean back into the seat.
"How'd you know how to hale a cab?" My dad wondered.
"I don't know; I saw it on movies. You know those ones that the girl just whistle while the guy fails miserably." I laughed to myself looking out the window at the passing buildings.
The rest of the ride was quiet. That was other than the constant buzz of the city of Manhattan just outside the car door. We stopped in front of a large white house. It seemed as if it was made out of white square shaped pieces of building. I didn't like it. I had something about the whole modern look that threw me off, but my dad loved it and he paid the mortgage so…
My dad paid the cab driver and slid off the seat. I followed his lead without paying the man and stepped out by my father. I clutched my stuff in my hands and started toward the house.
The inside wasn't much better. The walls were all white and completely unexpressive. The kitchen had stainless steel appliances. That was about as colorful as it got.
"Welcome home kiddo." My dad crooned plopping his stuff down on an empty space which was everywhere. I saw a glass door and went to it hoping for the colorful night skyline. Wish granted, there sat the skyline of New York City from across the river. The mahogany deck was smooth under my feet as I slipped off my shoes. This would definitely be my favorite place in the house. That was until I got to my room with paint and some brushes.
"Hey Trooper, you better get to sleep. There is a sleeping bag in your room. You've got school tomorrow." My dad bellowed through the house.
"Fine, I'm going." I replied. I took a couple more seconds of the scenery and then stepped back into the house. I grabbed my stuff and headed down the main hall. I found one door that clearly had my name posted on it. The sign was one I had at the old house. It was colorful and had my name scripted in Greek. Simply read by moi.
When I walked in I gasped. The walls were green and had intricate designs pasted across them. The bed was canopy and was magnificent. The closet door revealed my wardrobe. A large window opened up to the same skyline I had seen from the porch. My computer desk was set up and the computer was up and ready to go. My dresser that held everything reading and art related was tucked into the corner at an odd slant which tied the whole room together. It was perfection within four walls.
"DAD!" I screamed jumping onto my bed.
"What is it Trooper?" He wondered an obvious smile in his voice. "Do you like it?"
"How about love it?!?" I jumped up onto my feet wrapping my arms around my father's midsection. "How did you get all my stuff down so fast?"
"I had it all shipped specially for you."
"You're awesome." I shrieked jumping back to my bed.
"I know, but it is about ten o' clock and I was serious when I said you had school."
"Fine" I let myself fall backwards onto my bed rustling myself under the covers not bothering with pajamas. As soon as I closed my eyes I fell asleep.
Really, yea, you can flame i don't mind, but i think this is kind of funny so you know. The main character will be coming up i promise. Tell me what you think because this is one of my funnier fics so have fun with your review.
Oh, I DO NOT act like Melanie. I'm not that huge of a fan. So, it should be interesting.
Sincerely,
wisegirlindisguise
