Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
I picked up the old book. At least I thought it was a book. What it was doing in my mother's stuff, I didn't have a clue. But, she told me to unpack the boxes, so there I stood, unpacking the boxes. The book was old and covered with a layer of dust and dirt. It had a leather cover, but the spine was a thin web of something that looked a little like it could be the insides of something. I dusted off the cover and looked for the title. After quite a bit of squinting, I could make out the title, 'The Borak Fragments.' It was such an unusual title, for such an unusual book.
"Catherina, are you okay?" I heard my mom shout out from downstairs.
"You might want to see this!" I called back.
"What?" I heard footsteps on the staircase to the attic. I looked over and saw my mother's head peek up from the staircase. I saw her beautiful blonde hair that I'll never have, as mine's jet black.
"This book."
"What about it? Its my old recipe book."
"What? No. Don't you see? It says, 'The Borak Fragments' right here on the title," but even as I said it, I knew my efforts were hopeless, she couldn't see it.
"Are you alright?" my mother asked, feeling my forehead, "You feel warm, why don't you lie down."
"I'm fine," I snapped.
"No, you should lie down," I really should be glad that my mom doesn't get mad at me for snapping, but I was getting frustrated.
"Lie down where? We just moved completely across the country, from Portland, OR, to some tiny town in the state of New York, away from all my friends. A town in which I am the youngest person. I mean, just on East Wigmore Street, we're the only ones living here who aren't over the age of fifty. I don't even have a bed set up to lie down in. And you ask my to lie down. I don't even feel sick!" I yelled at my mom.
"Cath, you need to calm down. Your matress is in you room. Why don't you go and lie down and I'll make you a cup of tea." Oh. My. God. Doesn't she get the point? Most parents, if their kid yelled at them like that, the kid would he in trouble. It's like I've got the opposite problem.
"Fine," I huffed, "but can I take your old recipe book?"
"Yes you may. I don't even use it anymore. Maybe you could pick out some meals or something."
"Yeah. Or something," I replied gloomily as I walked to my empty room.
A/N: Okay. Thats all, the next update will probably be longer, please review!