Hello fanfiction! How are you all doing? In case you're wondering, my former pennames include Solangelover and Cholobabes. I just deleted my story Camp Survival. I will most likely revisit it after a while. Enjoy the story! ~Ms. Chenandler Bong
Third Person POV
"Mr. Perseus Jackson?" The policeman asked the figure lying down in solitary confinement. "Yes, that's me. Unless you have any other people in solitary with eyes as green as mine." Said figure grumbled. "You will be released into a government monitored community as long as you agree to a set of conditions. 1) You will have a tracker placed on your shirt any time you leave the community, it may be concealed as long as it is on your person. 2) Your house will have a log. Any time you leave the house you MUST register, failure to comply will merit this contract false and you will be placed in a maximum security facility. 3) Lastly, you will be required to speak to a therapist. Every visit will be logged, but not recorded. You may speak to your therapist about anything you wish." The officer stated. "That's definitely better than solitary confinement." Perseus stated. "Alright, I agree." "Ofcourse you agree. Sign at the end of this paper and you will be collected within the hour by two security personnel." The officer stated with a smile.
Hey guys! This is just the prologue for this story. Expect another update within the month. You shouldn't expect it any sooner because I'm extremely lazy. Although, if I scrap together a chapter sooner that I deem worthy, I'll post it. Bye guys! ~Ms. Chenandler Bong