Disclaimer: I own nothing except my characters.
Persephone Jackson and the Lightning Thief
I never wanted to be a Half-Blood.
If you're reading this because you think it might be a good story then go on keep reading. I envy you for being ignorant. You remember those stories your mom or dad would tell you like Cinderella or Little Red Riding Hood? The stories where the bad guy loses and the good guys live happily ever after? This is not one of those stories. This actually happened even if I wish it hadn't. If you don't believe me then keep reading, but if you feel something stirring in the pit of your stomach then you're like me, a Half-Blood. And if you know then THEY will know. If you have that feeling in your stomach then throw this book away as fast as you can and hope THEY don't notice.
My name is Persephone Jackson.
Yeah I know stupid name, I mean who the heck names their kid after some Greek Lady? Anyway I'm twelve years old and until a few months ago I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah, you could say that. I could start at any point of my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started to get bad last May, when our sixth grade class took a field trip to Manhattan—twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers all in a yellow and black school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. I know, it sounds like hell but Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip so I had hopes.
Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and he wore a frayed tweed jacket that always smelled of coffee. He's actually a pretty cool guy I mean how many teachers do you know that have Roman/Greek gladiator armor and weapons in the classroom?
I had thought that this trip would be different. I had thought that nothing strange would happen like all my other field trips. I had thought I could have a somewhat-normal day…I was only fooling myself. This innocent sounding field trip started a chain of events that would change me from a twelve year old girl…into a hardened war veteran in just four short years. My name is Persephone Jackson and this is my story.
Well that's it for now. Let me know if you liked it or not.
Sincerely, ReaderofManyWords.