My day started out normal enough, with me trying not to kill my alarm clock, my brother and sister kicking me as I attempted to wake them up, and me grabbing a piece of long frozen toast as I rushed out the door to school.
It was just a normal December morning, around mid-60s, which in Florida is perfectly normal.
In fact, if you'd told me that morning that my life was going to get turned upside-down, I'd have looked at you as if you were crazy.
Anyway, it was 60-something degrees and I was waiting for the bus.
My sister, Alexia, was talking to her 3rd grade friends, while my brother, Mark, was running around screaming with his Kindergarten buddies.
I stood off to the side, ignoring it all as I clutched my favorite book, trying to to finish the chapter I was on.
The book was The Lightning Thief, the first book in my favorite series of all time, Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I'd just finished the chapter, when the bus came rumbling over the hill.
I quickly closed the book as the bus doors opened with a hiss, and I clamored onto the cramped school bus.
I'd just started the beginning of what was at the time, a perfectly average day.
Little did I know it was all about to fall to pieces.
And soon.
