Disclaimer-I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
It was the first day of school and my life sucked as per usual. I have an obsession with mountains, love to listen to wild animals talk and read. The last one seemed the most disturbing because what teenager in their right mind would read, seriously. I have ADHD and my dad died due to a freak accident involving a stove and a large plant pot. I suffer from an evil foster parent and wish my therapy would end. Bud apart from that I'm pretty normal.
Maths was awful naturally and I spent my time having a heated discussion about wich lamp post was the best to pee on with a dog in the park next to the school when it was lunch. I ignored the usual mean insults. Ate lunch on my own and was just about to continue my talk with the dog when I noticed a new student walking towards me. He couldn't possibly be coming to beat me up because, like I sad, he was new. He sat down next to me and decided to ask me if my parents were still alive, srange. He had longish dark brown hair and grean eyes.
"I never knew my mum and my dad died of a freak accident including a stove and a large plant pot. I live in the foster home down the road and would like to finish my conversation with a dog in the park so leave me alone please" I replied iterated.
"umm sure, sorry about your umm parents" and with that he left.
I continued my conversation with the dog and soon it was the end of the day.
As I was walking home a bird flew by screeching danger danger great peril end of the world blah blah blah. Me being the smart intelligent person I am decided to see what the matter was an hopped over a fence into a near by farm and raced to a near paddock full of cows. Cow are stupid so I didn't talk to them. I looked around and saw a giant dog sleeping with the remains of a dead cow littered around it. I felt a sudden urge to kill it. I search for something to kill it with and found a pitch fork I picked it up and tested it in my hands before sneaking over and plunged it into it.
The thing about luck is that you can almost never know what type you have. And as luck would have it today was not my lucky day. As soon as I lunged the big dog rolled over and the fork only grazed it's back making it very angry. It jumped to it's feat and reared up on it's hind legs and would have squished me if I hadn't dived out the way. It swiped for my head as I rolled away. Suddenly I had a great Idea I shouted to the cows "that big dog isn't actually a dog it's real the tastiest piece of grass ever." At this all the cows stampeded towards the dog the poor thing didn't have a chance.
I was about to go home but unfortunately luck wasn't through with me yet and another dog all most double the last one size came charging towards me and it looked pissed.