A/N: Um...I never thought I would do a Percy Jackson and the Olympians story, but here I am. Typing this after a day of boring school. Yay. Just a prologue so it's not very long. Title in pending, so suggestions are welcome. If anybody bothers to review.
Hey, how's life going for you? Boring? Exiting? Or just plain weird? Well, I could tell you for a fact that my life isn't much of a normal one. Why? I suppose being some sort of freak of nature might count. Also having an uncanny ability to literally smell out danger before it actually happens probably falls under that category too. But enough of that. Time to start the bio. I'm a shy and silent person, not very sociable, and a total bookworm. Give me a book and you can be assured my nose will be in it for a long time.
The few friends I actually have tell me I blush a lot, especially when up in front of people. Large groups of people make me nervous for some reason. I hate poachers and hunters who kill for fun, lowering the population of endangered species. I have average looks; pale green eyes, reddish brown hair cropped to my shoulders, and a pale complexion that gives me a frail look. Even though I may not look it, I have startling stamina and can throw a mean punch.
I suppose the next thing I could put here would be my family life. Well, I don't have one. None, zero, zip, zilch. I don't know my parents because I was in an orphanage ever since I was a baby. They say I just appeared on the doorstep one night with a folded note attached to the blanket I was wrapped in. All it said was 'Please take care of her' in loopy cursive letters. I still have the note as a memento, always praying that one day my parents would come to take me back. It's been twelve years, almost thirteen, and I'm still praying.
I guess I'll explain the whole 'I'm a freak of nature' thing now. Well, I have really good senses. I can hear things before other kids, smell stuff a lot more strongly, and have night vision. Creepy huh? Another fact for the record book: I love raw meat. You should have seen my friend's faces when I stuffed an uncooked meat patty down my throat at lunch. I'm beginning to regret I didn't have a camera then.
Another thing is that I often see odd looking animals and people around my street. Whenever I try to tell someone about them, they'd just scoff and blame my imagination overreacting. I'm not so sure that's the problem. But they never do anything. They just watch me or walk idly around where I am. Anyways, that whole page is my weird life, just about to get weirder.
My name is Abby Miller, and I am the descendant of a mythological creature.
A/N: Very short and boring chapter for the win! Whatever. Should I continue this? Should I leave it as a one-shot? Please tell me. Review and make my day a little brighter. (Maddie -Oh god, did you seriously just typethat last bit? Have you degraded to using sappy reasons? Have you l-) *Slams hand over Maddie's mouth, shove her into a closet, and locks the door* Shut up, Maddie. Sorry about that.R & R!