While this does contain some characters from Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus, this was meant to take place after the events of in which the seven participated in, and consists mainly of OCs and such. While this may not be what you're looking for, if you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy it.
You might have heard of me, and you might think of me as stupid. Trust me, at the beginning of it all, I had no idea what I was getting into.
My name is Kassandra Santos. At the time, I was living in a small house in which I had one room, my mother had one room, and then we had a kitchen with a TV. I went to a public school, and my hobbies consisted of swimming, studying, and listening to a song that was not in itself horribly depressing but made me horribly depressed. I am the not-so-average nerdy outcast with an athletic side. I'm a little on the pale side, with green eyes and dark red hair. I have a small scar that's just a slice from the chin heading towards my eyes, about an inch and a half long from a freak accident from when I was a kid.
I usually donned the mad-scientist-in-training look, with a white, very plain dress shirt, jeans, and a long-sleeve black t-shirt. While I was an honor student, I did have a case of ADHD, and, if I stared at the page for long enough, the words would start to start to float of the page and do turns and flips and cartwheels and whatnot. Nonetheless, I was still in a good grade range.
My friends consisted of those two or three people in the grade who happened to be friends with everyone, the team captain of the swimming team (a perky blonde girl with a social life that makes my socialization look like solitary confinement), and a boy named Ruben Cardona. He spends a lot of time tinkering with machines. He's got a happy-go-lucky kind of attitude and spends a lot of time grinning and making jokes. I had never asked, but he had a sort of complexion that made me infer that his ancestors had lived somewhere in Latin America. He had dark brown, wavy hair and brown eyes.
I'm going to warn you right now, if you think you're normal, double check. And triple check before you go pointing fingers at other people, because their lives might be harder than you think.
Be careful when you read, because sometimes people lost between the pages of this story don't come back. Because this isn't just my story. This is their story.
And this might be your story, too.