Hey Guys! This is my first fan fic but not my first story. I hope you like it!!
Disclaimer: I am a girl, so I really don't think I'm Rick Riordan. I only own Vera Fay and Emma Bury. M&M is owned by my friend. Her story is M&M Autobiography of a Demigod. Please R&R
Hi, my name is Vera Fay Layne. I am a normal (a.k.a. crazy yet fun) 14 year old. Right now, I'm at school hanging out with my friend Merissa, or M&M to me, before our first class. She seemed uninterested in my tale of the last mishap I had on my motorcycle (long story, I'll tell you later) but I told her anyway." . . . and then the guy just flipped me off, and turned onto a side road!" I just said "Cool" and stared at our first period class across the football field. I think something is wrong with her. Usually, these stories make her laugh. I guess I'll have to talk to her after , I knew what would get her talking."Hey, do you know what Emma is doing this summer? Today is Friday so it's only a week away." I asked. I'm desperate to get her to say a phrase with at least three words in it. It worked."Well, her and I are going to Camp Half-" For the last part she covered her mouth as if she was restricted to say more. As she uncovered her mouth, she practically flew to our history class. What was that??!! Usually when she covers her mouth like that, she let's something slip about a present or party for me. But at those times she just smiles, walks away, and refuses to talk to me for the rest of the day just in case she lets something else slip. After I thought about this for a second, the bell rang so I ran after her yelling "Did you get abducted by aliens or something?"She didn't answer. . . Oh well! She will tell me about it later. Hopefully. But I learned within our first month of friendship that when she has an "Oops I said too much" look on her face, like now, it's best not to pester her about it unless you want a death glare from her frightening green eyes that will leave you wanting to crawl under a rock and die, and you want to find a new bruise in the morning. So I left her be as best I could.* * *Yay!!! It's finally lunch time which means I get to see my other best friend, Emma Bury, for the first and only time today because she is a sophomore, unlike me and M&M. I should tell you how we know each other. M&M, Emma, and I met at this very school, Whitehall Junior/Senior High School in Whitehall, New York, two years ago during 7th/8th grade choir class. We started talking, Emma said she got into some bad habits that I will not mention and needed someone to help her through the consequences that happened to the other people that were helping her with these habits and not her. She seemed pretty torn up. All three of us became best friends and M&M and I help Emma when she needs are eating in silence. The most piercing silence came from M&M so I knew that I shouldn't pester her about it just yet. I would get hurt. Emma saw nothing wrong with talking to her. Big mistake! Or not. . . Merissa slapped Emma but Emma slapped right back. It would have become an all out slap fight if I hadn't moved to sit between them as to not direct the attention of the teachers on us.I can tell that they are both glaring because I can feel their glares frying my brain. Don't look at them!! I thought to myself. Look at your lunch, don't let their glares melt your eyes!! Now that I'm paying attention to my pizza, apple slices, and chocolate milk, I think I can sneak a glance at them. As I do, I realize that they are glaring at each other, not me. I guess I'm off the hook for , at the moment, they still scare me. Then the sun came out from behind the clouds and shined directly on our faces. I now notice that M&M's dark skin and dark brunette hair almost literally glow slightly as though trying to bring out her eyes. However, Emma's almost pale skin and light brunette hair seemed to become as dark as the shadows themselves even though she was facing the same direction that me and M&M are. Weird. That made even more scared of I drove myself home in my sapphire blue Harley Davidson motorcycle, I think over the eventful day. As I walk into my deserted house, I remember that my dad left for France last night to do his job as the head architect in his division of the IBM computer company and talk to clients in Paris. My mom, of course, was at her job as a hair stylist in Sam's Club, while my 19 year old brother, Andie, was at his second year of collage and my 22 year old sister, Hattie, was probably with her fiancée. Mom will be back at five with food from the grocery store so I wouldn't have to find food , when my homework was finished for the weekend, I sat down on the couch and watched TV thinking to myself how this Friday could not have been weirder.I was dead wrong, as usual, about my 4:08, I heard a knock at my door as I was gazing at all of the details on my mom's silver sword with a blue and gray hilt after I already memorized the details of my mom's set of bronze samurai swords. I went to see who it was before I could think of opening it. What I saw through the peep hole was a seriously frazzled Emma. Without another thought I opened the door and in she came dragging a dark skinned and black haired boy about our age that I had never seen before in my life. Before I could ask the question I was wanting really bad to ask, which is one of the many reasons that me and my friends thought I had ADHD, I heard a loud roar right outside the door. As I looked upon the confusing and horrifying seen before me, all three of us backed into the table that I had set the swords down on. As instinct overwhelmed me, I grabbed the silver sword and ran out the door. I then tried to stab the hydra looking thing but when I got within an inch of its foot it turned to dust. I turned around to find two happy children staring at me from inside my luckily undamaged house. They both said "You killed it!" at the same time. If they said I killed it then I hope they're the boy walked up to me and said "Hi, I'm Nico Di Angelo. Emma is my half-sister. If you don't already know this then you're a demigod of the Greek gods. That means tha-""The name kinda implies the meaning if I do say so myself. The Greek gods being real doesn't surprise me because I could have sworn I saw three Cyclopes last Sunday at the mall." I cut him off."Oh. . . Okay then. I think you should pack up some stuff so that we can go to a place called Camp Half-Blood. Half-Blood is another name for demigod or child of one god," he quickly exclaimed so I couldn't interrupt him Half-Blood . . . That rings a bell. Oh yeah!!! "Is that the place M&M said you guys were going to this summer, Emma? She said Camp Half before she covered her mouth." I just gaped at me."I'm going to call my mom first." I didn't wait for them to answer in any way before I dialed the number on my home phone. "Hey mom!" I said when she answered the phone. Without waiting for a reply I continued saying, "Emma and her half brother say that I am a half-blood of the Greek gods and that I need to go to a place called Camp Half-Blood. Is this true?""Yes, it is," she replied. "But there is something you need to know and someone who will come to help you get ready and get you to Long Island faster than any other form of traveling. She will help in ways you can't even begin to imagine. But first you need to know your heritage."
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