Hey, this is my second story, my first Percy Jackson fanfiction. Not much left to say, except enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grace does not own the Percy Jackson series or people thereof.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Things in life happen for a reason. Everything does—no exceptions. Some good, some bad. The only way to stop that cycle is to mess with fate. And if you know anything, you know not to screw around with fate. That's why I'm not going to cry endlessly over the dead. Morn? Yes. Act helpless? No.
It all began a while ago. I was a normal girl going to normal school, and had normal friends. But my home life was not all that great. It was okay, but not perfect. I had a single mom, and a little sister. We lived in New York, trying to make ends meet. It was tough on my mom, because she could never keep a job longer than a few months, because her short temper usually got her into hot water with her many-a bosses. She usually ended up working third shift, so I was the one who cleaned and took care of the house, made sure Kristy did her homework and had food to eat. So, I guess you could say, I was my sister's second mother, rather than her sister.
That's why I was late that day. It was a Monday; I was running late for school, because I had to take a shower, find my black leather jacket that was lost in my mess of a room, find my skinny jeans, and boots, then tie my hair back into a ponytail, leaving it to dry on its own. Then I had to help Kristy get dressed, make her a breakfast, scarf food down my throat and get her to a bus stop. I had to ride my skateboard to school that day—faster than walking, but slower than a car.
I was about three blocks away from my school when this kid came out of nowhere, hitting me smack in the face.
"Ow," I hissed. "Watch where you're going, idiot!"
The boy looked at me with worry. He had olive green eyes, with long black hair, bangs covering his left eye. He wore an aviator's jacket, baggy jeans, and a silver skull ring.
"What?" I asked, getting even more ticked off by his looks of worry.
"You're a… Wow," he said, stupidly. Then I noticed he wasn't looking at me, so much a above me. I looked up to, but only saw a mist red vapor disappear.
"I'm a what?"
"Daughter of Ares," he said. "What's your name?"
I got to my feet. "River. You?"
"Nico. Come here, I think I can help you with some… things."
I didn't trust him. Who would? He sounded crazy, so I simply scoffed and rode on to school. The number of psychos in this place is amazing, I thought, as I got to my locker in the safety of my school
Sucky first chapter, I know. But it will get better as the story goes along. Thanks for reading! ~Much Love