This is a new story I'm trying out. It's Percy Jackson fanfiction. Should have a bit more action. Hope you like it.
Melanie Livingston was… different. She was considered pretty by many guys, but she never wanted to flaunt it. She had a guy best friend named Henry, but he was her only friend. She was nerdy, and she never seemed to get along with other girls.
She had dark brown hair that curled elegantly, and bright green eyes that caught the attention of everyone. She was about average height with a thin body frame that looked beautiful. Just about everything in her body was perfectly proportioned, except for her abnormally small feet.
Melanie never got along with her mother, at all. Her mother didn't understand why she preferred guy friends over girlfriends, books over shopping, and shows like "Doctor Who" and "Sherlock" over shows about teen high school life. Her mother was the refined wife of a politician, whereas Melanie was a nerdy daughter who didn't fit in with her family.
Melanie's father seemed to understand Melanie, but not enough. This was one of the drawbacks to being adopted, her family barely understood her. That's why she had Henry though. Henry had curly black hair and brown eyes. He always had a terrible limp that seemed to limit his abilities, well sometimes at least.
As Melanie was walking to school one day with Henry, he pulled her into the bushes a block away from school.
"What the-" she started to say before he put his hand over her mouth. He then he put a finger over his lips as he peeked out of the bushes. Melanie joined him, and as she peeked out she almost screamed. Standing across the street was a creature. It was probably the ugliest thing Melanie had ever seen. It was a nine feet tall creature with large body parts. It wore rags for cloths then it started calling.
"Mmmmmmm. Goat. Come out goaty and bring the little girly with you. I promise I'll eat you both very quickly!" He said menacingly. Henry gulped. Then all of a sudden a white van pulled up and a girl with blonde hair yelled at them to get in. Before Melanie could protest Henry threw her in the vehicle, and the van sped off.
"What the heck Henry? What was that giant talking about!? Goat? In Chicago? And what does he want with some little girl? God! And who the heck is she?" Melanie yelled in frustration.
"Well..." Henry hesitated, "I'd like you to meet my friend Annabeth."
The girl, Annabeth looked back in the rearview mirror to get a look at Melanie and smiled. Melanie got a look at her face. She was pretty, in a way of a girl who doesn't really care for her appearance. She had gray eyes, and they seemed to be one of her most prominent features. Her blonde hair was thrown into a sloppy ponytail that seemed like she had barely had time to put her hair up. Melanie couldn't see to many other things about her, except for a orange T-shirt she wore with a logo on it that Melanie couldn't make out in the mirror.
"You didn't answer my other question," Melanie reminded them, "I asked what that thing was and what exactly it wanted."
Henry hesitated, but it was a little late for explanations. Out of nowhere, there was a loud thud and the van was thrown off the road onto its side. Then there was something at the side of the van, which was now the top, and it was pulling the door off like it was the lid to a sardine can. Then Annabeth was pulling Melanie and a dazed Henry from the van. Annabeth slapped Henry across the face and told him to get ready to do his job. That really confused Melanie. Henry was not quite even fifteen yet, and he didn't have a job, that she knew. She was about to ask him about it when she notices his usual black cap was gone, and he had horns! She was about to ask him about to ask him about it when he just started running, pulling Melanie after him. And for once she shut up and ran.