Disclaimer: I own nothing but Elizabeth. Everything else belongs to Rick Riordian.
I stood on the balcony of my father's apartment. He was with Sally Jackson, his new girlfriend. I had met her once and instantly liked her. Tomorrow I was meeting her son, Percy.
My name is Elizabeth Rose Blofis. My mother left when I was a baby. Dad says I look like her. He says I have her eyes, which are hazel with blue around the pupil and silver around the irises. I have long, straight blonde hair. It has blue highlights, courtesy of me. And no, I'm not Goth.
My dreams are weird. I see things, people, and places. Like, one time I dreamed a boy went to the principal's office and the next day, it happened. I'm a fast runner. I do track and soccer.
I'm a loner as people call me. If anyone ever takes the time to know me, they would know that I am a tomboy and hate girly stuff. I also have ADHD and dyslexia. I'm antisocial as well.
I have one friend: Rae Jenson. She's a cripple, but she's my best friend.
I turned 15 a few months ago.
Right now, I was thinking about my mother. Whoever she was. I wished I had known her before she left. Why did she leave me and Dad? I thought she loved us.
The door opened and Dad walked in. I went back inside and started to watch TV. I was too scared to fall asleep after my latest dream. It was about a boy with blonde hair and startling blue eyes trapped under an avalanche. I couldn't move because something was holding me back. I screamed and that's when it always ended.
I gathered up the nerve to go to sleep.
I was in a camp. I stood with a sword in one hand, a shield in the other. A big girl in armor advanced on me with a sparking spear. I was scared witless.
Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground by an unseen force. A bright purple light flitted over my head. I looked up to see two crossed stick-things above my head. A horse-man bowed in front of me and the others followed his example.
"Hail Elizabeth Blofis, daughter of…"
Then it was over.
When I woke up, the sun was out. It was 9:30. In an hour or so I was going to meet Percy, my soon-to-be stepbrother.
I took a shower and changed into blue jeans, a Paramore t-shirt, and converse. I went into the kitchen to see Dad eating breakfast with the newspaper. I grabbed a plate of pancakes and wolfed them down. The dream took a lot out of me.
Soon, Dad drove up to the apartment of Sally and Percy Jackson. Dad knocked and Ms. Jackson answered. "Come on in Paul. Hello Elizabeth."
I smiled as we walked in.
"Percy, come meet Paul and Elizabeth!" Ms. Jackson shouted into the apartment. A boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes jogged up. "Hi, I'm Percy."
He shook hands with my dad and me. "Well, I'm Paul and this is my daughter, Elizabeth," Dad said.
I waved slightly. As you can tell, I'm a little shy. Like I said, I'm antisocial.
By the end of the day, I had gotten to know Percy. He was like my best guy friend. Then I had to go home.
My dad was finishing up some things at school. I was just sitting on the couch, reading. The doorbell rang. I opened it to reveal my very worried dad. "Honey, you need to pack a small bag and meet me outside."
I did as told and ran back outside to see a wolf pack and a seven foot tall she-wolf in front. "Hello, Elizabeth. I am Lupa."
"H-h-hi," I said nervously. She was a talking wolf, though.
"I am here to train you and then send you to Camp Jupiter."
Thought she was Greek? Ha, think again!
