I do not own anything from the original Percy Jackson and the Olympians in this story except for everything else I made up!

Chapter 1

(Luna's POV)

What's up? The name's Luna, Luna Sertori. What you're about to read is the story of how my life changed, or in other words, how I found out I'm a demigod.

My alarm clock blared Misery Business by Paramore (Do not own Paramore or Misery Business, but I think it's an amazing song) and I reached a limp arm out to smash the button to make it stop.

I let out a groan and dragged myself out of bed, passing my calendar on the way, where today's date, November 2nd, was circled numerous times in red marker with the words "My Birthday" written in messy handwriting. I gave myself a small smile, but it was wiped it off my face. Today is my fifteenth birthday, but it didn't mean that much to me; it was the day I hated, and I hated it even more today because it was on a Monday.

I mean, seriously, who actually likes Mondays?

I trudged to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and showered, brushed my teeth, and walked back to my bedroom, feeling slightly more awake, but wincing in pain with every step I took. The bruises across my stomach and face were sore and ached badly.

The cuts across my wrist didn't help at all; they hurt when anything touched it slightly. My sensitive ears listened for any kind of noise from my drunken mother, but only heard soft snoring; she probably had a hangover and went back to sleep.

If you're wondering, yes, the bruises on my body are courtesy of my own abusive and addictive mother, but the cuts on my wrist are my fault.

I tossed on a short-sleeved loose black T-shirt that had "LOVE" written on it in rainbow colors, light grey skinny jeans, and a rhinestone belt that drooped around my tiny waist carelessly. I stood in front of an old, full-length mirror that was cracked in the edges.

My reflection grimaced and I covered my face with my pale hands, ashamed of how I looked. I had never had any self confidence in myself at all. I thought of myself ugly, either too skinny or too fat, too pale, messy hair, incredibly dull eyes, and a lot of acne, when some people I used to be friends with told me I had an amazing figure, good complexion, straight hair, bright eyes, and an unblemished face.

Other people didn't help at all with my self esteem.

My ebony hair was straight, down to the middle of my back, and parted right above my left eye, but it was currently sticking out in every direction since it wasn't brushed yet.

I fixed it up as best as I could by brushing out the tangles and I stared at my reflection again, my sea green eyes boring into my pale face.

Finally tearing my gaze away from the mirror, I threw on every bracelet I could find onto my wrists until I satisfactorily covered both of them.

I quickly brushed on some waterproof mascara, eyeliner, foundation, purple eyeshadow, and lip balm.

Walking out of the house after grabbing a granola bar, my red shoulder bag that carried all of my school stuff and personal stuff, a jacket, and my iPod (Do not own), I slipped out of the house to walk to school. (Outfit on profile)

Luckily, Serpentis Intermediate School was close to my house, so I didn't have to walk too far, giving me enough time to scarf down the granola bar.

Serpentis Intermediate was the most clique school I know.

Other schools I've been to are caring and respectful where everyone is equal, but here at Serpentis, everyone uses labels on other people and themselves, and let me just say, their labels apply to their personalities as much as it applies to their appearance.

For example, the populars are all snobby and bitchy, the jocks are arrogant and careless, the nerds are studious and smart, etc.

Apparently, I've been sorted into the "emo/loner" group . . . actually, I can't call it a group since I'm the only one. I get called names by jocks, populars, and bitches every day at school: "ugly, fat, cutter, loner, waste of space" and more terrible ones I really don't want to repeat.

My main enemy at school is the star couple: Sabrina Calyx, head cheerleader, and Zach Dagwood, football star. Sabrina is more abusive in her words, and Zach . . . I admit, I've had the longest crush on him since elementary school, but he's the one that hurts me the most physically and mentally, besides my mother.

So I guess my pain cancelled out my love.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice I was already at the front doors of the school. Welcome to another day in hell, Luna, I thought to myself as I pushed my way through the doors.

How was it? Not the best, and pretty sad on the abusive parts, but it'll get more romantic and Percy Jackson-ish in the second chapter. Remember, please leave a comment telling me how I did; I really want to know!

Also, here's some extra stuff on the characters if you want to know more about their appearances:

Luna: She usually wears gothic, emo clothes, and has straight, poofy, scene-style black hair with red, blue, and purple streaks dyed into them with sea green eyes. (I bet that's a guess on who her godly parent is) She also has pale skin and a good figure for a teen her age.

Sabrina: She usually wears preppy, neon-colored clothes and has light brown hair with a few blonde streaks pulled up in a high ponytail, with a darker shade of brown for her eyes. She has tanned skin and a good figure. (She is not a demigod)

Zach: He usually wears a random tee with jeans and a jacket from Serpentis and has long-ish, blonde hair cut in Justin Bieber style, with crystal blue eyes. He has tanned skin and is built with a good body.