Okay everyone. This story is like Percy Jackson where it's told through the POV of the main character. I'm going to try to stick to the books (while adding in my own originality) as much as possible. Other characters (like Percy) will be appearing in this story as well.
There she was again. Some lady in my dreams that glowed with a white light. Everytime I came face to face with her though I would awake with a start. This morning was no different. Also, whenever I had those dreams someone stupid would try to start a fight with me at school. I prayed to God today was different.
Another day, another fight. Although in all fairness I had (somehow) gone a whole 36 hours without getting into a fight, and 8 days (I don't really feel like putting that into hours) before I got caught. My rotten luck was bound to catch up with me, though, as it always did. I trudged into our doublewide knowing that I was going to be "talked" to by my parents. Really it was just them patronizing me amd then grounding me, but I was used to it.
When I walked into the frontroom my two older brothers started snickering. I shot them one of my famous evil glares and that shut them right up. I grabbed a soda out of the refridgerator and walked as fast as I could to my room, but it was too late as my parents were right behind me following me to my room. I plopped down on my chair and turned on the computer when my parents appeared in the doorway.
My mom was first. She's white with a pointy face and light brown hair. Alot of people say we look alike but I don't see it. I think it's because out hair colors look alike, but mine's dark blond, with blond streaks going up certain parts of my hair. Although I do think when I was younger my face looked like hers, as I've gotten older it's strayed away from looking like hers. Oh, and my face is more chubby but I'm actually pretty skinny. Muscular, but skinny.
Then my dad appeared in the doorway. He's portugese (I think) and kinda short (5'7) but the height reminds me of a wolverine, small but deadly. He's got piercing eyes that always look like they're peering into your soul. He also has puffy eyebrows thst everybody always calls devil brows. But inspite of those features ( as well as another thousand that say don't pick a fight with him) alot of girls at my school say he looks handsome. I think I look more like him than I do my mom.
"Riley, your principle called us today" my mom said in the doorway. "I know" I said never taking my eyes off the computer moniter. "You can't keep getting yourself into fights like that. Eventually you'll get expelled." That was they're favorite word when they had these little talks with me. As if I cared. Some part of me wanted to get expelled, so I could go to another school that maybe wasn't populated with freaks with attitude problems.
"You know if this keeps up," my Mom continued "we'll have to send you to that military school." I rolled my eyes as hard as I could. I knew they didn't have the money to send me to military school, though if they did I had know doubt I would be having this little "discussion" with some drill sergeant right now. They went on and on but I just zoned them out. When they finally left the room I waited a few minutes then turned the computer off.
I did that because even though I didn't hear all of what they said, I was sure they grounded me from the computer. I texted my (only) friend Darrell and told him about what happend. Afterwards I texted him I was gonna go to the park to which he hastily insisted upon coming. I wanted to be alone but I also didn't want to be rude either so I said okay.
We got to the park at exactly five. There was some guys in the basketball court, so our plans of playing basketball were shot out of the water, but as I was about to leave I heard one of the guys calling me names. Now usually I wouldn't mind. I mean I've been in anger management since the sixth grade ( I've just started the eleventh grade so that's a long time) but between school and my parents, I felt I had put up with enough crap for one day.
Darrell followed me constantly telling me to just get in the car and drive away. There was about 4 guys ranging from my age to about 22, but the one that had been antagonizing me was about 19 and looked to be they're unofficial leader.
He didn't do or say anything, just sneered at me. My eyes met his and for a brief moment fear entered his eyes. He voice was shaky as he said let's go before walking off. "Not cool" Darrell said not taking eyes away from them until they left. Darrell was a real fraidy cat. He was African American with a shaved head that had a whirlpool design (he thought he looked cool) and a pencil thin beard connecting to a scruffy looking goatee. He was about 6'1 with an athletic build.
"I honestly don't know why you're always acting so affraid" I said to him. I really didn't understand. You see I met him back in 9th grade when I went to anger managment. Apparantly he got into a lot of fights himself so, with that golden logic plus the fact we went to thee same school, we became friends.
Unlike me though random fights didn't just pop-up out of nowhere for him, and even when they did alotta times he would take a beating. Other times however it was like watching a different person, like a green beret in a warzone. I myself had doubts if I could beat him in a serious fight. And I don't doubt myself to often.
Darrell rolled his eyes like he always did and started shoot hoops. He had done this so many times before, it was like his silent way of saying this conversation is over. As it turned out we didn't even get to play basketball for very long before those creeps from earlier showed back up. Darrell looked uneasy so I grabbed the basketball and said "Let's go home."
When I walked though the doorway I smelled the aroma of tacos, but I wasn't in the mood to eat right now. I still had school work, so I decided to do that instead of hing around the glare that my family was going to be giving me if stayed in the front room to watch T.V. As I expected the computer wire was out. Big mistake leaving the computer in my room, because I had a backup for moments like this.
For Mythology (my favorite subject) I had to write a brand new story about a demigod. Our teacher Mr. Cyprus liked originality, so instead of Heracles, like everybody else would be writing about, I decided on Thesius, or as I liked to call him quite simply, the Minotaur Dude. I went to Wikipedia to look for information about who he was. After all I didn't want to put Thesius in an all-out battle against Medusa when they've never even met.
I was doing well. I decided to put Thesius in a battle with Minos, in a tale of revenge. Minos was also a demigod so I was going to give him some super cool ghost god powers with an ancient Excaliber esque sword. Me mixing up the mythology like that would put a smile on Cyprus' face, and give me an A. But then on accident I saw Greek letters. I don't know why but trying to read ancient Greek always gave me a headache. But never from a glance? That's never happened before.
It was now 8 at night ( roughly two hours since my tryst with Greek letters) and was finally over the headache. I even managed to get my dinner without my parents trying to explain things to me like it's for your own good and we just don't want to see you get hurt. You know, the usual parent stuff. As I bit into my second crispy taco a wave of dread washed over me. For a scary second I felt like crawling underneath a blanket and hiding. But as soon as it passed sommeone knocked at the door.
My brothers both ran in the opposite direction. I sighed. "Figures" I said aloud as I got up to answer the door. When I answered a man stood their in a tiger striped Hawiin shirt with bermuda shorts. The guy looked like he was about to go golfing or something. "Is this the Y'barbo residence?" he asked in a tired (maybe it was bored) voice. The odd thing was he pronouce my last name with the y pronounced as an e an the r rolled. Most people (and by that I mean all people) pronouce the y or just botch the name completely, which has happened more than a thousand times.
He stepped in and for some reason I simply stepped aside. This mystery man looked over at my father and said "Yes! I knew I wasn't wrong." He walked into the living room mumbling something about Araidne needing her eyes checked. Part of me wanted to ask a million questions, but the one that came out was You two know each other? It wasn't even in the top ten of questions I needed answering.
This old fart sat on the couch and motioned for everyone to sit. Who did he think he was, just coming into our house and ordering everyone around. My anger rose and the fear faded. Somehow this man no longer had power over me, but when I looked over I noticed my parents had sat down, so I did the same.
"Look, he said it's rather rare of me to even consider making a house call, much less actually going through with it. But, it seems your father believes you to be too powerful to live in the outside world for any much longer. You're untrained, unprepared. You, my son, need to be taught proper education, and for people like you that's Camp Half-Blood. I didn't pick that awful name, and nor can I even stand the place, however it does give great results."
The old coot may as well been speaking like an adult from Charlie Brown, because all I heard after Camp Half-Blood was dead silence. My parents had finally done it. Even though they were both struggling they had somehow found a way to send me to military school. But, wait a minute. That didn't explain why my mom didn't know who this gas bag was either. It kinda seemed like to me my dad and this dude were sharing an inside joke. Plus my dad didn't act like my mom or I when he first showed up. It looked like he was used to being around this old timer.
"So what you're trying to say," I said" is that I'm going to some military school." That's when the old man burst out laughing. "If only, he said No no the way they train you there is like special forces training time ten. No my boy, what I'm trying to say is this. You, are a half blood."
Okay, so their was chapter one. Chapter two is when it will start to pick up.