Note: I don't own any of the PJO characters, or any of the names of anything (wouldn't that be nice?). The only things I DO own are the characters Artemis, Apollo (the demigods), Mrs. Jobs, and the "Man-Goat-Thingy" (Who will have a name...eventually)
Also this is my first FanFiction, so please be nice, It will hopefully get better. AND I know it's kind of like The Lightning Theif, but I promise it gets much less like it in the next chapter, I just couldn't think of a way to start it off really well.
Chapter 1: Uhm…okay?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Ugh SHUT UP. I looked over at the clock, seven thirty, that gives me plenty to go back to sleep. Snooze. That dream was shortly lived when my twin sister yelled at me, "Get up, get up! We're gonna be late!"
"Bu scool suuks…ugh!" I muttered which even to me sounded like a bunch of gibberish.
"Come on Apollo!" Ugh! I hated my name, more then anyone could know.
"It's Pol (pronounced Paul) god damnit!" The problem was my sister knew that, she just loved to piss me off; she also loved Greek mythology and thought to be named after Greek gods was an honor, I hated it.
"Come on Pol were gonna be late!" said my sister striding into my room. My sister is the happiest person you'll meet. She's nice, funny, and has a personality bigger than the sun. It's the only reason I get up in the mornings, her "sunshine" rubs off on you after a while.
"Come on Artie, I don't want to go to school!" I yawned getting up from my bed.
"Don't call me ARTIE!! My name is Artemis and that's the way I want to keep it!" Her eyes changed into that unnatural shade of orange.
"Jesse somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed…" Boy was that a mistake. Before she could get fired up I ran out of bed into the bathroom. My sister was pretty hard to piss off but one thing you don't want to do is make fun of her name. I locked both doors and turned on the shower. While the water was heating up I grabbed the toothbrush labeled Apollo. I sill don't understand why my parents named me that, I'm the exact opposite of my namesake. I loved the night, the moon, and absolutely HATED poetry. I took a shower, got dressed, grabbed an apple and walked out the door where my sister was waiting, looking anything but happy.
"Hey sis," I said smiling.
"Do you know what time it is?" asked my sister. But before I could answer, "It's 8:15 Pol, were going to be late."
"Well don't just stand there, let's go!" I said running in front of her.
As we walked down Genevieve St. we noticed a strange boy with a peculiar look on his face, a look that told us that something was about to happen. My sister and I had grown accustomed to strange things happening. We kept walking down the street and what seemed to come out of mid-air came a swooping bird-like creature lunging straight at us.
In that very moment I saw one of the strangest things that I've ever seen. The boy with a hood covering his head took his pants right off. He had the legs of an animal and hoofs. I was too stunned to react at anything. The goat-man-thing yelled, "MOVE!" As I did just what he told me, the beast missed my sister and I by inches. I could tell she was worried, a complete look of utter shock on her face.
The man-goat-thing ordered us to follow him. I did as he told me (what other choices did I have). We ran miles and I finally got the nerve to ask, "What was that…that thing?"
"That…was…a Harpy…How is that possible, I mean what the HELL?!" yelled my sister. Her now yellow eyes shined with fear.
"That never happened," said the man-goat-thingy, and with that he ran away, playing a soothing song on hit flute.
"Oh ya because that's not hard to FORGET!" I yelled.
"Not at all," said my sister sarcastically. But the strange thing was I had already forgotten what happened. All I could remember is the word "harpy".
"You know what?" she said completely cheery, "We're going to be late for school!"
"Ew."
* * *
Ugh, school. My least favorite place to be, and to top it all off, the clock read, 10:20.
"Shit," said my sister pulling the words right out of my mouth. We were late, and I mean REALLY late. One little thing about my school, if you're late, you're screwed, but you get in more trouble every minute you're late.
"Mrs. Harmon, will KILL me." I said. Mrs. Harmon hated me, in fact she scares me more than a "harpy" or whatever that flying Greek monster was. Whoa…I just remembered what happened.
"Oh no! Where's my homework!" said my sister shuffling through her backpack.
"Artemis, do you remember anything that just happened?" I asked, while a soothing flute melody rushed through my head.
"What do you mean? We walked to school, don't you remember?" I did, but I also had a weird feeling that something important just happened. Oh well the only thing I should be worrying about is Mrs. Harmon.
"Never mind," I said.
"Crap Pol, what are we gonna do?! Were screwed!"
"Not exactly," I said shuffling through my backpack. "Dentist appointment, or doctors?" I asked her pulling 4 different colored slips from the front pouch.
"Dentist, I'm a better doctor then anyone I know."
* * *
"Hi Mrs. Jobs, my sister and I had a dentist appointment and it went a little longer than we expected."
"Oh sure!" Mrs. Jobs was awesome, she was definitely my favorite teacher in the school, except she worked in the office. We got late slips and went off to our classes. My sister, Math, me, English. I hated English, not only was it murder on my dyslexic brain, but we had Mrs. Harmon, who was also my homeroom teacher.
I silently opened the door while Mrs. Harmon was in the front of the class explaining the theme of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I snuck into my seat and without even looking up from her podium, "You're late Apollo Hunter" Her perpetually angry voice sneaked in one ear and out the other.
"I'm really sorry Mrs. Harmon, I had a dentist appointment."
"Sure you did," she said. Her angry voice still lingered in my head. "Class, do something productive, I need to see Mr. Hunter." As I was being pulled out of the room I saw a wicked smile grow on Ben Peircon's face.
Crap! This could not be good. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. She's going to kill me… What did I do?! The she-devil took me into an art room, which I had never been in before.
We stood there in silence for a minute. I was pretty confused. "Well?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. She just stared at me, giving me no answer. I was getting angry and I started for the door. She grabbed me and turned me around, then the strangest thing I had ever seen happened. Mrs. Harmon's hair started to flame, one of her legs turned hairy and brown and the other was bright bronze. But the strange thing is right at that moment a woman riding a bright red Harley motorcycle crashed through the wall turning the monster to dust in seconds. Riding on the motorcycle was Mrs. Jobs.
"We need to go, NOW!"