A/N: Okay, so I know this is a big Mary-Sue thing on fanfiction, but I'll try to make this one different. Let me know what you guys think!

Chapter 1

Autumn POV

This was wrong. I knew it was wrong, and yet I did it anyway. The blade had just looked so malnourished, so hungry, that I felt bad for it. I knew what it needed. I brought the blade to my wrist, like that girl from the bathroom had shown me so many years ago, and gave the blade what it needed. There. Much better. This blade was one of my only friends. The rest of the freaks like me who didn't fit in don't count. They barely talk. I guess that's why we hang out with each other: for our similarities.

A few years ago, I hadn't been like this. There was no blade, just me, my friends, and 'stupid' school. I don't mind school anymore. I'm not ignorant anymore, either, to the fact that my stepmom only married my 'dad' for his money. I'm not ignorant, anymore, to the fact that my mom's death should have made a bigger impact on my life. Her death wasn't a recent thing, it had happened when I was nine months old. I'm fourteen now. Confused? Let me un-confuse you.

Once upon a time, I had a family that cared about me. A real mom, a real dad. My mom had died. Brain tumor, remember? My dad had no one else to give me to but the orphanage. Why would he want me? A nice couple adopted me. And then the wife had died. Car accident, but that's another story. The husband, his name was Jeffrey but I called him dad, had remarried. Why do I call him dad, you ask? He's the only family I've ever known. And now I'm stuck with this witch: Margaret.

I know I should have gotten over my mother's death by now, but it hits me like a ton of bricks, like when Margaret will do something, and I'll think 'My mom never would have done that if she were still alive'. Which mom? Oh, the first one, of course. My biological one. Her name had been Colleen. The second one, by the way, had been called Helen. Helen was nice. Decent. For an adoption mother, anyway. I didn't know my first dad's name. Enough about the past.

I put the blade back in my dresser, and continued to get ready for school. I put on my black eyeliner, black mascara, a tight 'My Chemical Romance' T-Shirt, a black hoodie, and black skinny jeans. Surprise, surprise. I looked at myself in the mirror and grimaced. Same me. Emo hair cut, dyed-black hair with red streaks in it, the bangs covering half my face , too-pale skin, and way too skinny. I was one of those people who, no matter how hard they tried, could not get a tan or gain weight. Depressed for the day after seeing my reflection, I took an apple out of the pantry, slipped on some converses, and began walking to school.

But today just wasn't my day, now was it? Because, of course, I had to run into a cheerleader. She started mocking me, which wouldn't have been unusual , except for the fact that there was something I detected in her voice. Something... metallic? Whatever it was, it was giving me the creeps. I kept walking. But she followed. Strange. Usually the cheerleader would have been hysterically laughing right now.

I walked faster. The cheerleader matched my pace. And then I was spun around by bony fingers. "I like to see my prey before I kill them," the cheerleader said, and began to morph. She smiled a sickly sweet smile, and I discovered that fangs were coming out of her mouth. Am I dreaming? But I couldn't have been, because the blade had felt extremely real to me, not ten minutes ago. A look of horror plain on my face, I backed away. Her smile was getting wider. My eyes widened. This was the end.

Helpless, I felt her lock my arms behind me in a death grip. I felt her fangs graze my skin, and then... nothing. The 'cheerleader' fell back, a knife through her stomach.

I looked up. A boy, probably about my age, was behind the thing that tried to kill me. He had dark hair, and olive skin. He was skinny like me, and dressed in a black T-shirt, a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and worn-out black sneakers. Also like me. I couldn't see his eyes, because his hair was covering them. But that wasn't the surprising part. No, the surprising part was the fact that he was riding this big, black thing. It looked almost like a huge dog.

"Hop on," the boy said to me. I backed away like I had earlier. Stay away from me. That was the only thought that could come to my mind at the moment. I was completely stunned. Five minutes ago, I was walking to school, two minutes ago I was nearly killed, and now a boy was telling me to hop on a huge, scary dog's back. After seeing my expression, the boy said, "Just do it."

"How about... no?" I said, my voice calm. I surprised myself at that.

The boy rolled his eyes. He grabbed my forearm and before I even had the chance to scream, we were in front of a huge sign saying 'Welcome To Half-Blood Hill'. I let out the scream I'd been holding in. The boy didn't even look back at me. I was on the dog thing. "Where am I?" I demanded. "Who are you? What was the thing that tried to kill me?" The boy merely shook his head, which enraged me. I almost die from a vampire attack, he comes to the rescue, puts me behind him on a huge dog, we teleport to what I'm guessing is a camp, and now he won't even offer an explanation!

I hopped off the dog thing, and starting walking away from the camp. "No, wait! What are you doing?" The boy sounded panicked.

"Leaving," I huffed.

"I don't think so," The boy said, and grabbed my arm for the second time. Grab me once, shame on you. Grab me twice, shame on me. I spun around and kicked him in the stomach so hard I could hear the breath in his lungs escape. Then I kept walking.

Alright, so what do you guys think? I know this chapter is really short, but I wanted to know what your opinions on this story were before I made it so long and everyone hated it. So let em know if I should continue on with this story! Keep reviewing!