This is my first fanfiction, so yeah. I don't care about what you say in your review but please don't be too harsh. Yeah that's it bascially. By the way, I don't own PJO or HoO, Rick Riordan does, but I wish I did.

Frank I

"Hey honey, wake up. We're almost home."

I opened my eyes and my mom is nudging me to wake me. I blink for a few moments to clear my blurry vision. My mom was to my left and George, my step dad, was to my right. I looked around and we are on an airplane heading home from our vacation in Florida.

"How much longer?" I asked my mom sleepily.

"About twenty more minutes."

"Just think sport," George said. "You'll be starting middle school next week."

That's right. I was entering Merryweather Middle School next Monday. I was not looking forward to school, but I gave him a grudging smile. I didn't want to look too disappointed. I felt a spark run through my hand and connect with my armrest. I just assumed it was static shock. Just then to captain spoke over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have encountered some electronic difficult-"

Whatever he was going to say next was interrupted when the lights went out in the plane. All the electronics in the plane short circuited. The plane suddenly lurched forward and started a nosedive.

"Brace for impact!" a flight attendant shouted to the passengers. Everyone around me was screaming except for my parents who just kept telling me that I was going to be alright. I leaned over my mother, looked down aisle and saw a fireball coming straight for me.

Just before it hit me I woke up, sitting up so fast that I hit my head on the bed above. I was breathing hard and my face was covered in sweat. It was just a dream.

"Frank, are you alright?"

I was jolted back to reality by the voice. My cousin James slept on the bed above me. I must have woken him up when I hit my head.

"Yeah, just a bad dream," I responded.

"M'kay," he said satisfied with the answer as he fell back asleep.

I laid back down realizing I just relived the most depressing night of my life. I raised my right hand and felt a tingling sensation. Electricity was dancing along my fingers and around my palm. I clenched my hand and the electricity disappeared. My parents died on the plane crash, along with everyone else on the plane. I was the only one who survived. And the plane crash was my fault.

I was woken up by the bright sunlight that entered through the window directly into my face. I checked my clock. It was 7:30 and that was early for me. I got out of bed and checked the calendar: October 10. It's been exactly four years since my parents died, which also happened to be my birthday. I looked in the mirror looking at my hair which looked like I had an eagle nested in it. I sighed too myself and decided to get ready for school.

After getting dressed, I headed down stairs for breakfast. James was sitting on the couch with his step-sister, Courtney, watching the morning news.

James was a little bit shorter than me which surprised me since he was three years younger than I was. He had bright red hair and green eyes. He was a little paler than me but just as physically built as me. Courtney was an inch or so taller than me, being the same age as me. She had pitch-black hair that went down to her mid-back. She usually had it in a ponytail, but this morning she just let it fall down her back. She had amazing emerald-green eyes and a beautiful smile.

I just walked to the couch and flopped down next to her. She looked at me concerned and grabbed my hand. I jerked my hand away from her, and then felt a little ashamed. I looked at her and realized she was trying to comfort me. She knew what today was and she didn't want me to feel too bad. I mentally kicked myself for being rude. I smiled to her and gave her a hug and she hugged me back. It lasted a little longer than James was comfortable with.

"Can you not do this in front of me?" James said annoyed.

"You could be a little more considerate to your cousin today," Courtney retorted.

"Why?"

"Are you that thick headed? Do you know what day it is today?"

"Yeah it's October 10th... Oh. I'm sorry Frank."

I sighed. I didn't need to be reminded. I got up off the couch and went into the dining room just as my aunt was setting the food on the table.

"Good morning Aunt Mary."

"Well Frank, you're up earlier than usual. You're just in time for breakfast. Can you get James and Courtney?"

"JAMES, COURTNEY, BREAKFAST IS READY!" I shouted into the living room. Aunt Mary glared at me, and I just smiled at her.

After a great breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast, the three of us grabbed our bags and headed out our silver Ford pick-up.

"I'm driving!" James said as he ran towards the driver's door.

"I don't think so," I responded. "I've got the keys."

I dangled the keys in front of his face. He made a desperate grab for them as I pulled them back. We started wrestling for the keys. Just then, Courtney grabbed the keys out of my hand, got in and started the truck. James and I stared at her not believing what she just did.

"You guys better get in before I leave for school without you."

I rushed over to the passenger side and jumped into the passenger's seat. James jumped into the seat behind me annoyed and mumbled something about not driving or riding shotgun. The rest of the drive to school was silent. All three of us attended Theodore Johnson High School, which was on the outskirts of New York City. Courtney and I were in our senior year and James was a freshman.

We finally arrived around nine o' clock, fifteen minutes before school started. Just as I was exiting the truck, I saw a man, about six and a half feet tall, wearing a black trench coat and a black fishing hat the covered his eyes but I got the feeling he was staring right at me. I turned to Courtney and her face was just as pale as mine, so I knew I wasn't seeing things.

You see, for the past three years, that same person has been following me everywhere I go. I told my aunt and they called the police. They couldn't find anyone matching description so they gave up. Eventually I told James and Courtney. James would never see him and told me I was just stressing over school. Courtney however told my I wasn't crazy and that she saw him too.

And on that happy note, we walked in to school.

So yeah that's chapter one. Umm... please review it would mean a lot to me. Thanks.

-Tank