I Wish I Never met Percy Jackson

Chapter 1

Hey this is my frist fan fiction so... I don't know if its any good. But, I'll let you be the judge of that. This story takes place After The Last Olypian

Just in case anyone is asking. this is not a annabeth fate story...

:)

Fraternal twins my butt.

There is no stinking way that I am related to that piece of cow manure.

First of all, even though we are fraternal twins, we look nothing alike. I have Brown hair, he has purple hair. (Well, not really, he dyed it.) This brings me to another point-

What self respecting boy dyes their hair purple?

*Ugh*

Right now I am trying to get into the sinkhole of a bathroom we share. Aaron, my brother, has been in the bathroom for over an hour. I, however have been knocking on the door so hard, it wouldn't surprise me is my knuckles started bleeding. But I might as well be trying to complete mission impossible, because there is only five minutes left until the bus comes and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet. Gross.

"You have two seconds until I barge into that bathroom and slap you so hard, you'll think Suzy Boogerman is cute," I yelled.

"Hey, it's not that easy being me, I mean, you try being this devilishly handsome," he yelled through the door.

"Yeah right, you're so ugly that….um…" I stuttered.

"Ha! You're so stupid you couldn't even come up with a good comeback!" he said. "That's why you in remedial English."

I blushed, even though he couldn't see me, I was ashamed. I hated being made fun of, and even if I would never admit it, It kind of hurt.I quickly changed my expression when I heard the door creek.

Slowly he opened the door to reveal…

That jerk.

He looks like he just rolled out of bed.

(Guessing from the tile imprint on his cheek, he was probably sleeping on the bathroom floor.)

He still has sleep in his eyes, his hair is a wreck, and I bet you could smell his B.O from China. His brown eyes have this taunting look, the same look he gives me before he lets a huge fart loose. (Which, now that I think about it is pretty often.)

"Well," he says, "How do I look? It's the last week of the sixth grade, and I want to look my best. Do you think the hair is too much?" He laughs.

Now I get it, he was purposefully wasting time in the bathroom so I would have no time to get ready this morning! This sucks, and I have science class today… so it means I'll be able to see… him. *sigh*

When I say him I am referring to the cutest guy in the entire school. Jessie. He has the most amazing face… I could just eat him up. But I won't. Then what would I drool over?

But I don't want Jessie to see me like this, I look worse than Aaron! (A/N- that's an insult! Oh Yeah!)

I side stepped past my brother and rushed into the bathroom, and that's when the stink wave hit me. Imagine the smell of burning plastic mixed with rotten eggs, it was worse, and it made my eyes shrivel up.

"What the-… Holy-… Aaron! It smells horrible in here!" I cried!

"Well what did you expect? The sweet smell of daisies!" he said simply, "that's what happens when you're locked in a tiny room with no air circulation.

I raised my eyebrows, scrunched my nose, and glared at him.

"That and...… I had a breakfast burrito this morning…" he smiled wickedly revealing his teeth, he had a black been stuck in his braces. Not that I was going to tell him about it. I was going to make him suffer! I had to smell his horrific farts after all.

I groaned in despair, then held my breath, and quickly splashed some water on my face. Felt around for a towel, got Aaron's undershirt instead, and dried my face. After shoving my hair into a baseball cap, I ran downstairs and grabbed a few Tic Tacks from the pantry. (It's not like I had time to brush my teeth. Again, gross.)

With Aaron at my heels I ran to the bus stop as fast as I could, just in time. As I walked into the bus, the creepy bus driver winked at me. Strange. I turned and faced my fellow peers; from the looks on their faces I could tell I looked horrible. And from the laughs and coughing, I knew I smelled just as bad.

I sighed and sat down in the closest seat, Aaron kept walking to the back of the bus making hand gestures to his friends. I knew he was telling everyone about my meltdown this morning. I looked at him and his friends; they were all laughing and pointing at me.

Could this day get any worse?

I did a double take.

Apparently this day CAN get worse.

Aaron was sitting right next to a beautiful boy, with blond hair, and teal-blue eyes.

Jessie.

I let out a shriek and sunk back into the gray bus seat. My heart was beating about a thousand times per minute. My hands were clammy, and sweat poured down my face. I gulped.

Aaron was probably telling Jessie about the time an old, fat, naked, lady sat on me, and how I started crying.

(Can you blame me? Imagine the wrinkled butt of an old woman crushing the life out of you!)

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I thought, "It's not like I have enough to worry about, I'm already diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. That alone gives kids a reason to make fun of me, now the coolest guy in the world is going to think I am some mental girly-girl who cries over everything. Great."

I turned to the window so nobody could see me angrily swipe my hand across my face, removing the hot tears that were sliding down my cheeks.

I took a deep breath, knowing it was time to start a new day. It's not like I had a choice.

Kerry Greydon, party of one.

Wow.

Can Anyone Guess who Kerry's Godly parent is?