Hey PJO fans, this is my first fanfiction (besides my poem). I hope you enjoy it. I would really love reviews and feedback so I can improve my writing. Thanks.
Setting: 1 year after the end of the Giant War, mid August
Nicholas 1
"Hey Nick! Hey Nick!" a high pitched voice repeated.
"What do you want Andrew?" I grumbled.
"Come on, get up!" my brother said shaking my shoulder. "It's your birthday today!"
"Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Yay!"
I heard my brother run across the floor of my room and the bedroom door slam close. I grumbled as i reached for the clock on my nightstand. Seven-thirty was displayed in red digital letters. Today was my birthday: August thirteenth. I was finally turning thirteen. I then noticed what day it was. It was Saturday. Who in their right mind, besides old people, get up at seven-thirty on a Saturday? I placed the clock back on the nightstand and let my head drop back onto my pillow. It seemed like only a couple of minutes when I heard the door open again.
"Go away Andrew," I mumbled without lifting my head from my pillow.
"Nicholas, it's nine o'clock," a female voice responded. "Get out of bed and come get breakfast."
"Yes mom," I replied rolling out of bed.
I made my way down downstairs still dressed in my pajamas. Andrew, my mom, and Jeff, my step-dad, were all sitting at the dinning table waiting for me. Eggs, bacon, hash-browns, and pancakes were laid out on plates on the table. My mom and Jeff were waiting for me; Andrew took the liberty to start eating without waiting for me. I sat down across from Andrew and began placing food onto my plate.
"Happy birthday sweetie," my mom said ruffling my hair.
I grumbled in response as I began to eat. I was definitely not a morning person.
"Stop treating him like a little kid, hun," Jeff said while giving me a light punch on the shoulder. "He's starting to become a man."
"Well, he'll always be my little baby," my mom replied.
"What about me?"Andrew piped up, his curly brown hair bouncing as he jerked his head up from his plate.
"You too Andy."
"You know I don't like that name!"
"I got to agree with your mom," Jeff said. "I like that name."
Andrew just pouted and crossed his arms. He may be four years younger than me, but I was jealous of him. He had two parents he had known since he was born. I never knew my father, and my mother hardly talked about him. When ever I asked about him, she would tell me the same thing every time. They met during a Christmas party. He didn't stay long; he traveled a lot and couldn't stay in one area for more than a day. Jeff never gave me the same attention as he did Andrew. He only included me in things when my mom suggested it. My mom had to split her attention between me and Andrew.
I finished my breakfast quickly, put my dishes in the sink, and went back to my room. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt, and a Gears of War baseball cap.
"I'm going out with some friends," I shouted as I reached the front door.
"Who are you going with?" my mom asked from the kitchen.
"Friends."
"Who?"
"Jen and David."
"Okay, have fun. Remember the party is at eight."
I slipped on my sneakers and reached for the door. Before I could grab the knob, Andrew ran in front of me and blocked the door.
"Where are you going?" he asked, rocking on his heels.
"None of your business," I replied, annoyed.
"Can I come?"
"No."
"Please? Please? Please?"
I just closed my eyes and rubbed my temples as Andrew continued to chant please. A few seconds later, I snapped.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him. "You aren't coming! Now get out of my face you brat!"
Andrew stopped chanting and just stared at me. Then he began to cry as he ran off. Just as I opened the door, I heard Jeff yell.
"Nicholas Johnson! Get over here right now!"
I was out the door and down the street in a matter of seconds. Jeff never cared what I had to say when Andrew and I fought. He always took his son's side. I kept grumbling about how unfair my life was. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and I ended up bumping into someone.
"Sorry," I said as I looked up at the man.
The guy was about six-foot three with black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He looked like he had some sort of rodent had attacked his face and left scars. The weird thing was that he was wearing a tuxedo in the middle of August, outside. Maybe there was a wedding going on nearby. This was New York, so maybe it was part of his job.
"It's quite alright young man," he replied. "Just pay better attention to things around you."
"Okay."
"Everything alright?" he asked. "You seem distracted."
He sounded concerned.
"Just some family issues," I answered.
Why am I talking to this guy? I don't even know him.
"Your step-dad?"
"How do you know?"
"I've been watching you, Nicholas Johnson. I've been waiting for this very moment."
I turned around and took off. I needed to find a police officer. This guy had been stalking me. The next thing I noticed was that I was falling and everything went black.
So that's chapter 1. This was more of a set up chapter. I don't think I'm going to go into too much detail on Nicholas.
Anyway, I would love some reviews and feedback on my writing. I plan to put up the second chapter soon. I already have about 3 or 4 chapters written on paper. I just need to type them up. So, thanks for reading and if you reviewed, thanks.
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