Um hi guys this is my first Fanfiction please be kind while reviewing although constructive critsism is welcome. Please tell if I should continue. This story is from Pipers POV and I hope it is in the right format as this site does not support pages, anyway new fanfic writier Lollipop signing out.
P.S. sorry for the lame title I coulden't think of anything else :)
"Bye dad" I called behind me not expecting a response.
You see my dads a famous movie star and is always busy, most of the time I just look after my self like now as I head out to the diner about seven blocks away. Any way my name is Piper McLean my mother left us just after I was born, they say she was very beautiful although my dad has never told me her name. My dad the famous movie star Tristan McLean can always find some girl to hang of his arm although he never forms a lasting relationship with them; not that I mind they are only a few years older than me and are always swooning about "his rugged looks with a sadness behind his eyes' what a load of c**p I say having people moon over your dad is embarrassing!
We live in a fancy mansion in California with huge rooms and enough servants for each room (theres about 12 bedrooms without a purpose if that gives you an idea). The house is greek style and was built by my dad after he was inspired by a movie set in Sparta he did a while back. I chose the smallest bedroom in the house which has a bay window with a view over the garden. I refuse to have servants clean my room or wait after me. I also refuse to wear designer clothing and instead wear my snowboarding jacket with some jeans. My only friend here is Annabeth whom I met at school.
After I waiting one minute 14 seconds without a reply I walked out the door; it Isn't like I need his permission anyway I'm eighteen and graduated from high school last year my university course starts in August (It's currently June). Although the weather is quite warm I prefer to wear my jacket as the breeze the from the water in San Francisco is quite cool in the evenings. I'm walking quickly with the breeze tickling my cheek, the diner is only seven blocks away but is shorter to take some side alleys and makes the trip faster.
A strong stench emits from the from the alley and mist curls around my feet as I walk briskly with my head held high to fake confidence as my dad wisely told me to. While using the alley way makes the trip faster I always feel as if there is something behind me watching me like a cold presence just out of sight. Still with my confident facade I continue forward head high while my eyes dart around nervously.