Hmmm let's see here… Hurt hand? Check. Broken Elbow? Check. Monster killed? Check. Annoying centaur who keeps telling me that I am related to the gods? Check. Man, why is it that when it seems like nothing could be worse, it gets worse? Do you ever have that feeling or is that just me? You must be wondering what in Hades I am talking about. Ha ha… that's great! Now I am talking to myself in third person. Gods, sometimes I hate my life! But before you get confused random third person I am talking to… Read on and then maybe you can make some sense out of my crazy life.
It all started when I was about seven years old and I saw out of the corner of my eye a giant man with one eye. At the time, I was living out on the streets and could not remember either having a mother or a father, let alone a family. Now that I think about it I really can't remember anything about my life before I saw the one eyed man. I would dig in the dumpsters for food and if I got the chance I would steal it (did you honestly think that I would not steal? Trust me, if you were hungry enough you would). That was pretty much what my life revolved around; food, money, wishing I had a family, and places to sleep. That is, until I saw the one eyed man.
At this point in my life I figured that maybe I really was going crazy like the other kids living off the streets always told me. The thing was though, that after I noticed the one eyed man I kept seeing other weird and unnatural things until I couldn't handle it anymore and went into foster care. The question you should be asking yourself is…. Why didn't I go before? The answer is simple… Would you like to go live with strange people who you didn't know and who you had heard horror stories about as you were huddled around a garbage can fire trying to stay warm? That's what I thought. So please, I will only say this once, lay off.
My life was pretty uneventful if you count uneventful as getting kicked out of every foster home you ever stayed in when weird and strange things happened and never understanding what was actually going on. As things got worse and worse I turned to books for the answer. I had and still have dyslexia and ADHD so as you can guess reading was extremely hard for me until I discovered the miracle of audio books. At the library they had these giant displays full of audio books and CD players so you could listen to them. I listened to all the traditional stories and finally moved on to fantasy and fiction. There I could go on wonderful adventures that helped me forget my life and give me a chance to soar and be free for a short period of time until I had to go "home" (whatever home was). It wasn't too long until I discovered the Harry Potter series and I had myself convinced that maybe the reason I was kicked out so much was because I really belonged at Hogwarts. A stupid dream, I know. But I was only ten and on my eleventh birthday I waited and waited for the letter but it never came. I cried my eyes out finally coming to the conclusion that my life really was terrible and it would never become better.
Like any other foster kid I went to school and studied, and like some (not all) I was bullied and picked on because of where I came from and because I was a little bit different. My only friends in the world were Robert and Tammy two people who were even more social outcasts than I was. We hung out at lunch and at recess but nowhere else. My life continued on in this fashion until I turned thirteen and all Hades broke out.
The year I turned thirteen I had this weird (yet cool) teacher who was called Mr. Thornton. He taught history and that year we were learning about the Ancient Egyptians. Now, I would like to point out that I have never been a teacher's pet and I probably never will be. But Mr. Thornton really liked me. He would ask me about my day and listen to me. Whenever I had to go to the principal's office he was always there to defend me and without him I do not know what would have become of me. The only odd thing about Mr. Thornton was that walked with a slight limp and he liked eating raw carrots with peanut oil on top (gross if you ask me).
Now, back to the story; Like I said, the year I turned thirteen all Hades broke out, and I don't mean that lightly. On my thirteenth birthday (April 15) I was attacked by what I can only describe as a disgusting smelly old lady with batwings on her back. Let me tell you, that is the last thing you want to get attacked by. Trust me. As she attacked me she yelled out something in what to me sounded like Pig Latin (and was actually Ancient Greek). As I tried to defend myself Mr. Thornton rushed out of his classroom holding what looked like a knife and flung it towards me. Without even thinking I grabbed the knife out of the air rushed forward, and watched as the old lady turned into dust and melted away leaving behind a necklace of gray beads. I shuddered as I took in what happened and as I bent down and grabbed the necklace Mr. Thornton came to me, picked me up and took off running as I screamed a loud and shrill scream. Still holding onto me he dropped a gold coin onto the street and stuck out his hand.
There was a noise like thunder and a gray dumpy looking car pulled up and stopped a few feet from us. Still not sure what was happening (and having nothing better to do) I followed Mr. Thornton into the car sat down and listened as he told the three drivers to step on it toward long island. It was only then that I noticed there was one eye between the three ladies and the lady with the eye was sitting in the middle giving directions while the driver swung back and forth and bickered with her sister about giving her the eye. The conversation was very odd and it went a little like this….
"Hand over the eye!"
"NO! I have been waiting three centuries and when I finally get it you want me to hand it over? I don't think so! (At this point the two started attacking each other and we narrowly missed hitting a car)!" After this little spat the third sister reached out, took the eye of the middle sister's head and popped it into her own.
"HEY!" shouted the other two sisters in unison as the third sister cackled in delight. By now as you can probably guess I was terribly frightened and was beginning to panic. Meanwhile through all of this Mr. Thornton sat there calmly chewing on a raw carrot. Just as I was beginning to feel really nauseated the car came to a jerky halt and I was flung face forward into the window. Cackling in delight the sister shoved myself and Mr. Thornton out and disappeared in a hazy cloud of what looked like exhaust, but knowing that car it could have been anything.
Going over to a nearby ditch I began to throw up not stopping until all of my breakfast was lying in the road. My nausea going away I looked up and a beautiful sight met my eyes. Strawberry fields stretched out for what seemed like forever and there was a huge white farmhouse that overlooked what seemed to be a ginourmous expanse of land stretching out for miles. Feeling a little of every emotion I looked at who I assumed was Mr. Thornton and demanded some answers. Giving me a sheepish grin he began to give me a weird explanation involving Ancient Greek and I don't know what because I began to zone out (hey! I was bored!). About half way through is little speech he looked scared and begun to run. I turned around and instead of a beautiful sight of strawberry fields I saw a giant half man half bull who I am afraid to say was wearing the biggest fruit of the loom underwear I have ever seen (no joke).
Having nothing better to do with my time (FYI that was sarcasm), I grabbed the knife that was in my pants pocket and ran at him with all my force waving my knife (okay, I know, terrible. But what would you have done?). The half man half bull thing roared and started bounding toward me at an alarming speed. Frightened, I stopped what I was doing and stood still with my knife held straight up in the air waiting for the monster to land on top of my knife. For what seemed like hours (and was actually only minutes) I watched the half man half bull thing in the air and when he landed on me I heard a great crack felt my arm basically inflame and saw the half man half bull thing start to disintegrate just like the creepy old lady. When he had all but disappeared a giant horn dropped out of the air and landed on my head knocking me out for a long time.
AN: I hope you liked it! I will try and update about once a week (cross my fingers) so please review and tell me what you think! Thanks. Also, this is my first story on so let me know how I did and what I could improve on. Also, ideas for the story may be suggested but may not be used.
