This is the first chapter to my first story ever. Hope you enjoy. :)
I know that the character's problems are a little exagerated, but you'll understand why later on.
Disclaimer:
I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HoO. Duh.
Rick Riordan does. Duhuh.
I own Alexandra. Duhuhuh.
Chapter 1: Story Of My Life
I'm just a girl. I'm just an innocent little girl with a long life ahead of her. I'm a little angel just waiting to be told what to do. I keep my marks to a B average and no one ever complains. I'm the teacher's pet and "Such a good-looking little girl!" Obviously, I'm going to meet a nice guy and live happily ever after, right?
But I know better. Things are never that simple, especially not for people like me. A happy ending is hardly even a possibility for me. I could go on and on about why it sucks to be me, but first, let me back up to a couple of months ago, when it all began.
I'm Alexandra, and I always knew I wasn't an ordinary girl. I was never happy. I tried to be, I really did. I woke up every day, acting like nothing was wrong. It fooled everyone around me, but when I got home at night, I went into my room, closed the door, and the tears started trickling down my cheeks. Every night, I was reminded that I could never fool myself.
I tried so hard to be the perfect little girl, but truth is, I wasn't. School was the worse. I had extremely strict teachers and I couldn't understand anything. I was in seventh grade and I couldn't even read. The letters just kind of flew off the page when I concentrated too hard. I spent my class time scribbling all over my notebooks and agenda because if I didn't, I would have to get up every minute and dance or something. I had so much energy and didn't know how to contain it. So I drew, and when came the time for a test, I cheated. I was ashamed and wished I could stop, but if I did, my marks went down to an F. I knew there were some special groups for people with attention deficiencies, but I could never come around and ask for help. I knew I was probably dyslexic, or was it diabetic? Couldn't remember. I was also ADDH or something. I knew I should tell my father, but I didn't want to disappoint him.
At lunch, I sat alone in a corner and tried to stay out of trouble. I didn't talk to anyone, not even the friendly people. I was too scared they'd think I was weird if they got to know me. There was this one guy who was kinda cute and often tried to talk to me, but I just shied away. His name was Justin Lake.
That's not all, though. Weird things seemed to happen around me. Once, in second grade, a woman came up to me while I was playing in the sandbox and said something, but I couldn't understand because she was hissing, almost like a snake. Before I could ask her what she said, my father came running and she left in a hurry, but I swear I saw something moving under her dress. When I asked my father who she was, he said he didn't know who I was talking about. This year, a new teacher arrived at my school. But it was weird, almost like she popped up out of nowhere. At the beginning of the year, my history teacher was Mrs. Gray. She was old and grouchy and absolutely horrible. One day, she was gone. No one mentioned why. At first, I thought she was sick for the day, but when the substitute teacher came in, Ms. Addison, she acted as if she had been teaching the class since September and she knew everyone's name. She was young and absolutely charming and the other students acted like nothing was wrong, so one class, I put my hand up and asked where Mrs. Gray had gone. Justin gulped, the rest of my classmates looked at me with confused expressions and Ms. Addison looked at me with a newborn interest, almost like she was planning to eat me for dinner. After that, anytime I asked about Mrs. Gray, people would look at me like I was crazy and walk away.
Now, my family. Um, should I just say my dad? 'Cause that's all I had. I was a family girl and I always preferred spending time with family instead of friends. Unluckily, I only had my father and he was always busy with his work. He was nice and funny and he made me laugh all the time. He was a business man, more precisely a wedding planner. I know, a stupid job, but it kept him busy and loaded with cash. I'd like to say I didn't enjoy being rich, but I really did. I got the best dresses and fancy clothes, lived in Manhattan and went to a prep school on the Upper East Side. But all that was about to change. I was 13 and my life was about to get turned upside-down.
Okay, sorry but this is just an introduction. You WILL get some action later on.
I'm just starting out so please review and let me know what you think.
I will try to update often, I swear on the River Styx.