Chapter 1
I Get Attacked By a Dog
In my first fifteen years of life, I never thought I was that special. After all, I always have had a pretty normal life. Nothing exciting seemed to happen to me. Though, there were these moments where sometimes I thought I saw creatures that looked like they were monsters or I had dreams that seemed to be way too real. But my mother always said they were nothing. So I learned to dismiss them as nothing. So as I was saying, nothing ever happened to me.
I guess I should explain myself. My name is Shiloh Demitri. I am 15 years old and I am a sophomore at F. D. Roosevelt High school in San Diego (a/n: there is no real school like that in SD I looked it up). My birthday is in July so I will not be sixteen for a month more. I have a mother named Patricia Demitri; she is a veterinarian at a nearby animal clinic. I don't have a father that I know of and it has always been her and I for as long as I can remember. I have wide hazel eyes that change from grey to blue to a blue/green. I have light-colored skin and a few very lightly colored freckles that are on my cheeks. My hair is a sandy blond color and it goes down to my mid-back but I always kept it in a braid, always. I'm not really skinny or plump, I'm about a size 4-5 in jeans and compared to all these girls in my school who "try" to fit into size 1 or 3 jeans, I consider my size normal. Oh, and I have this pair of black combat boots that I just love to wear.
But back to right now, I am sitting in my English and trying to understand the teacher, but it's hard because I have dyslexia. Dyslexia and ADHD. They always made school harder, so I was constantly getting kicked out of schools, because my grades were never really too great. Now I started playing with my hair and twirled the braid around my finger. Today was the last day of school and it was 2 minutes to the bell. I just needed to stay occupied for a few minutes longer.
Finally the bell rang and school was out. Since it was the last day of school, this meant that I finally had passed this year. I would actually be able to make it back. I looked forward to spending my summer enjoying the nice weather of my hometown San Diego.
First though, I went to my locker and emptied my stuff, I had collected a lot of books, papers and items from over the year. I couldn't wait to enjoy the summer, to lie on the beach(I'm not the best swimmer so I don't go in the water), to relax, make art, and to write, dance, and sing to my music. I always have loved music, sometimes I wished especially to be a music star, but I never thought I would be good enough. Only my mother has heard me sing, and even though she is always trying to get my to join some music program I was always shy about it. I guess I should explain this a bit more, I am shy but I am not afraid of being in front of people, I'm more of just a quiet person but I do actually like to hang with people and I do have friends. I care for people and hate to see people sad. When I do talk to people I find it easy to talk up a conversation and help them out if they need it. I get them to tell me their problems and find solutions. I sighed as I took out more stuff, I wish I could talk to people as easily when it came to feelings, I usually let my emotions be pent up and though I was close with my mom, I rarely told her of my problems. Like the tiny bit of frustration I had over the odd things I saw, or dreams I had. I usually dismissed it as nothing, but because I was growing older, I was more curious as to what was really happening.
I stuck my hand in my locker and realized that it was empty. I got up with my heavy backpack on, closed my locker, and made my way to the building's exit. As I exited the building I stood and looked at the building and sighed, I couldn't believe I made it through the year. As I was thinking I heard a croak and a shuffling from my far left, I looked that way and saw my bird Kix hovering over this…this,…giant black dog that was running at me, it had eyes that seemed to burn with fire and seemed to radiate evil, fangs like daggers. I stood ,frozen… now it was 100 feet away, then 50, I looked around, all the students had already left school and I was probably the last, I wasn't going to see my mom until she got home at 6, then the beast was 40 feet away, 30, 25… and then I screamed.
Out of nowhere came this older girl. She held a bronze colored sword that she used to attack the monster when she ran to him. She tried to get close enough to stab the beast but it swung it claws at hers word. They fought like this for a while, her trying to stab it, it hitting her sword away. Then she made a mistake, she trust a bit away from her target and the big...whatever it was, clawed her, immediately red appeared on her shirt. She then passed out and the beast came over to her and stood over her, then completely to my surprise she opened her eyes and trust up her sword into the creature's chest. It exploded into gold dust. She trembled a bit as she unscrewed a thermos that she had clipped to the belt loop of her pants. She drank some gold liquid and then put it back. She then seemed to notice me and said, "Are you okay?" This was way too much and as I was trying to formulate a sentence…everything went black.
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Ok everyone, so this is my first story so do not go too hard on me. First I want to give thanks to SuperReadertotheRescue, Team-switzerland-4-Life, and Aethers Chosen who each helped me with a different character in this story. And especially thanks to silent-ninjas-twins who created a character for me that I felt inspired by. And after some adjustments, I turned Shiloh into our main character. Also silent-ninjas-twins helped me with some other characters that may or may not be seen in this story, but look out for them. I totally love reviews and if you have any helpful advice on my writing, it is much appreciated. Constructive criticism appreciated if there are errors or something that doesn't go along with PJO, but no flames. At least two reviews= another chapter=Love. This is how I will post a new chapter every time.
Love you readers.
Au revoir e avoir un jour de soleil,
Fidelis Dy