AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! :D Welcome to the first chapter of Koufios Libadia. Now, if you're curious- Koufios Libadia means... well Actually I can't remember what It means. Erin came up with the name. And now she's forgotten it.
Anyways, this is a story that my friend Erin and I are writing together. The chapters with Sunday's POV will be Erin's writing, and the one's with Lenna's POV will be my own (oh, i'm Sam by the way. Hello!)
I hope that you enjoy Koufios Libadia! :D Please Read and Review and also, we do not own ANY of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters or locations that may or may not be mentioned in this story. Thank you! :D
~Sam
Koufios Libadia
Chapter 1
(Sunday's POV)
Every story seems to begin with an alarm clock screaming in the main character's ear.
I had it a bit differently; every morning I would wake up to exactly this: music blasting from every
corner of the house and my father screaming his favorite Led Zeppelin song (LOOK UP SONG LATER), it's his wake-up song.
He also had his breakfast song, his lunch song, his work song, his dinner song, his shower song...etc.
let me put it this way: we always had music playing in our house.
I never said I was complaining though. I like it, but sometimes I just wish it was quiet.
But it was our daily routine, and I was used to it.
"Sunday, honey!" my mother called from downstairs, her Irish accent incredibly noticeable.
"Hold on, Mom!" I shouted back down to her. I was already up 20 minutes ago, which I had spent showering and putting slight make-up on. My hair usually dried on its own in a span of 5 minutes, so I never bothered.
I grabbed a pair on skinny jeans and a band tee, and quickly threw them on.
Running down the steps of our modern cottage-looking house I felt like I was missing something.
I stopped at the third step from the first-floor.
What am I missing...?
I curled my toes in thought, feeling the cool wood of the stairs beneath my feet.
Wait, beneath my feet? Shoes! I need shoes!
I ran back up stairs, snatched my green converse from beside my bed and some socks that were lying around, and ran back downstairs.
I sat on the bottom step and put on my shoes, then standing up and I made my way towards the kitchen, where my mother sat at the
table drinking coffee and my father was singing some opera song in baritone and flipping chocolate-chip pancakes.
"Good morning, sweetheart" mom said to me, smiling warmly as I sat down. She continued to stare at me and smile.
"Morning, mom. What's up?" I asked, feeling a bit weary.
"Stand up, please." she orders as she also stood.
"Okay?"
My mom then rounded the corner of the table and gave me a hug. One of those tight, motherly hugs and then
proceeded to sit back down in her seat. I also sat, giving her an odd look, but smiling none the less.
"What was that for?"
"Because I felt like giving you a hug, that's all."
"oh, alright" I laughed.
"Top of the mornin' to ya darlin'." my father sang, still in baritone, but his accent also becoming slightly noticeable.
"And the rest of the day to you, kind sir." I sang sweetly back to him as he placed two pancakes on my waiting plate.
Like I said, just a daily routine.
After eating breakfast, I said my goodbyes and glanced at my phone, 8:27.
8:27! I was going to be late to the bus! As I was running out the door, I snatched my backpack and slammed the front door shut behind me.
I ran past the length of the two houses next to mine, seeing the bus in sight.
Gladly I didn't live far away from the bus stop, but that didn't change the fact that I always almost missed it.
I also saw in sight, my best friend Lenna Jay leaning against the stop sign
I smiled widely and yelled to her
"Hey Lenna!"
She smiled slightly back at me. As I had my momentum and I finally reached Lenna, I didn't bother to slow down
and grabbed her arm, still running, and bounded up the steps of the bus just before the doors closed behind us.
I only then stopped as I plopped us in the nearest empty seat.