Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.
Third Person P.O.V
Chapter One
It was just a bright, sunny day in the country America. People were swimming, sunbathing, you name it. All but in one house on a friendly neighbourhood in Jackson.
(Smashing Sound)
"Ahhh-!" a girl screamed, but was cut off suddenly.
"Shut up!" a man hissed, "Shut up!" No one even suspected a thing. Brandon, the owner of that house, was a nice man. Everything was perfect about him. Only one thing ruined the image, though.
Isla Zobat. A fifth-teen year old troublemaker. Diagnosed with dylsexia and ADHD. So everywhere she went, trouble was right behind her. She looked like an angel. Black hair, excellent grades, smart: the list could go on. But one thing ruined the picture. Her eyes.
They were mysterious. They were pitch black, midnight blue and stormy grey all mixed together. Unbelievable but fasinating. Once you see them you just can't stop looking at them. If you meet her, all you get is cockiness and mischief. She doesn't have any friends. She blocks herself from everybody. Isla is THAT anti-social she walks out of almost every lesson she has. She just won't stay put.
Nobody can understand her, boys 'ask her out' and girls try to get close to her. Nothing works. Isla never talks much. If she does, it's because she's answering a question or showing someone who's the boss.
But lately there's been a group of new kids. They always look at her- especially a guy with a beard on crutches. They always ask her if she wants to hang out with them, do some school work. The fifth-teen year old always stare at them then walk off.
One guy's really stubborn though. He has dark hair and sea-green eyes. Whenever he sees her he starts talking- never stops actually. He just won't give up. You could just see the determination burning in his eyes. His name was Percy Jackson.