Rosalie Brooks
Chapter 1: Discovery
The memory of my father telling me to leave him for my own safety was the worst thing I must have ever heard. I knew then that I was not normal. Now as I speak I'm running for my life heading towards Long Island, to the place my father told me I would be safe. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It must have been the craziest thing I have ever done.
My name is Rosalie Marie Brooks, My father Stephan Brooks is a book writer and my step mom is very rude. My mom left before I was born. Lately I've been chased everywhere I go by insanely huge monsters. Call me crazy but I wouldn't care anyways. I'm a pretty fast runner but I'm not made for this. I'm seventeen years old and I've wanted to get on American Idol for longer than my own life, if that is possible. I have light natural purple hair and gray eyes. I normally do stand out amongst a crowd of people. At this exact moment I was standing out. My hair pulled up into a lazy ponytail, dark jeans a plain white tank top and runner sneakers. I knew I wasn't going to make it out alive, unless I could make it to this mysterious camp my father spoke of.
Well running for my life was not what I was going to do this summer but if I can get somewhere with my life, then I'll take the bait. My feet flew underneath me as I ran but the only thing I could think of was the monster behind me. As if my luck couldn't get any better, I slammed into a tree. I'm stupid aren't I? Slowing me down, the lovely monster (actually it's very ugly) was now hot on my heals now and all I could do was get up and run. Then I saw the little stream of sun coming up over the top of the trees. The only thought in my head was 'great, I'm dead'. I knew I was dead now. Then I saw them, young and old kids, walking around at the top of the hill. I sped up suddenly realizing how tired I was from my long run. I knew I couldn't stop yet. I had to get help. This time my life depended on it.
"Help!" I hollered with all of my lungs hoping beyond hope that someone had heard me.
My luck must have run out because I saw no one come my way to help me. I couldn't take this run anymore. My legs begged for me to stop and that's exactly what I did. I stopped and turned to face my death. The death I wondered what I did to deserve something this horrible. To my surprise I saw someone come out from the trees.
"Are you crazy? Stopping in front of monster is the most stupidest thing I've ever seen someone do." The person turned to me with sea green eyes.
"I'm tired; I mean you would be too if you ran all the way from Maine to Long Island, New York." I snapped out.
"Snappy much, I'm here to save you so just shut up and take it like a normal person should." He said looking right in my eyes; my instincts got me to turn away as fast as I could.
He surprised me by taking a pen out of his pocket and un-capping it. It turned into a sword which scared me more than anything else ever did. The man jumped up at the insane monster slicing him into smithereens. All I could say was 'eh?'
He turned and looked at me making me almost jump out of my skin.
"Percy Jackson. You?" This boy Percy asked.
"Rosalie Brooks. What did you just do? That was so cool." I couldn't help myself from asking.
"Come up to the camp with me and I'll tell you." He smiled as he spoke.
My mind was racing. I had no idea where he was taking me but it was most likely good, right? I mean he just saved me.
He brought me to a path, the path lead up to all of those people walking around. He led me right past them all. People were trying to climb a wall, fighting with each other and all sorts of crazy things that I would have never done. He led me straight to these guys playing a card game. Pinochle, I think that's what it's called. One guy was in a wheelchair while the other was seating in a chair with a diet coke in his hand. The guy with the diet coke looked at me.
"Great, another one." He grumbled sounding very annoyed.
"Another one, what do you mean?" I asked now scared of what he would tell me.
"Another pathetic little half-blood comes to help save the world. How wonderful. By the looks of it you look like one who will be just like Percy. Great, I will never get any peace in my life." The guy rambled on.
"A half-blood, I don't understand." I stuttered out.
"It means that you're not normal, that you are one of us, someone with un-human and un-normal powers. You're one the god's kids, here to train and defend. You won't be safe anywhere else but here. You only chance at a considerably normal life would be to live here. It's your only choice, unless you want to go out there and die." The boy named Percy spoke to me.
All I could do was stare at him horrified by what I was hearing.
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So what did you think, like it or not???? I do have to say it was a hard one to write and I mean it. I kept getting stuck at certain points. If anyone is confused. Percy is 18 years old and some additional information on Rosalie I will give to you very kindly. In jot form.
-Rosalie was born on October 31st.
- Her father did care for her, that's why he protected her so long that she actually lived to be 17 and un-noticed.
Um…..any other information you want to know just ask me….that's all I can think of right now….
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OH AND I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON OR ANY OTHER CAMP HALF-BLOOD CHARTER, I ONLY OWN ROSALIE BROOKS AND THIS STORY PLOT……..I forgot to put this at the top……