I never did feel like I fit in. Now I know I truly don't.

My dad drove me to school at 8:15. I sat in the front seat, looking out of the rather damaged window of our car. A guy had crashed into it the day before, so glass was shattered and a big crack etched itself in the center. I could just see my dad's pepper black hair at the corner of my eye. His large hands on our white leather steering-weal.

"Sierra, you haven't spoken all morning," he said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." was my immediate answer. Of course, there was always something, but I didn't need my dad's advice.

"I know you too well, Erra honey," he spoke as if it where nothing, eyes fixated on the road ahead. "It can't be 'nothing'.

I sigh and drop my hand from my face. I clapped then let both hand hit my lap and I turn to face my dad.

Donum Dux was not a dumb man, though sometimes his pride would blind him. Often he was brag about is name and good-looks. Why brag about is name? Well, 'donum' is Latin for gift. He believed he was a gift to Earth. His last name was also Latin. 'Dux' means leader. Guide even. He would often think he was a gift of guidance to others.

He was rather tall, 6 foot 5, with ragged pepper black hair. Usually he wore a night black shirt that fit his masculine figure perfectly. Blue jeans, with the occasional hole, and black shoes; either combat boots, or sneakers.

My own name meant nothing in Latin. Sierra McCloud Dux. Sure, I had Dux in my name as well, but I never preferred it as my last name. I was always Sierra McCloud, as I saw myself.

"Mom," I say rather simply. "Where is she? Why did she leave? Is she dead?"

My dad sighed, and pulled a corner down Broadway street. "I would like to have said I knew..."

"But you don't." I finished. We've had this conversation before. "I could have walked. I know the way." I added.

We passed Pacific avenue. "I know. But it's faster like this. And.." he seemed to choke on his words briefly. "And I wanted to spend time with you."

"Yeah, sure." I murmur under my breath. My dad was never home, never spending time with me. Why start now?

We pulled down Jackson street drive and pulled up to Sterne High School. I'd been there for a week and two days after being kicked out of my previous school. It must have been a record.

Sterne High School was for disabled kids, like me. I mean, I wasn't disabled, I could learn just fine, if it wasn't for my dyslexia and ADHD. Now if you're wondering why I was kicked out of my old school? It wasn't because I blew up my history teacher's class room. That was not my fault. I had already made friends at Sterne, so it wasn't so bad. Not to mention my boyfriend...

I open the passenger side door, and grab my bag from the back seat. It would have been easier to open the back door and get it, but I didn't want to spend another minute in this car. I sling it over my shoulder and growl a bye to my dad before slamming the door and walking away. No waving. No smiling. No looking back.

I walk over to the railing where I slide down, not bothering to use the steps. My friend Carley waits at the bottom. I reached the end and jumped off, landing right next to Carley.

"Hey," I say, my usual perk back into session.

"Hey." Carley responds, giving my shoulder a light punch.

"Ouch, that hurt Carl." I say in a mock pained voice, rubbing my shoulder.

"Yeah right, like that would hurt you."

"You know me too well."

"Yes, yes I do."

I laugh along with Carley, before two hands cover my eyes. They where slightly rough, but gentle. "Guess who?"

"Keith?" I say, even though I already know it's him.

"The one and only." He takes his hands off of my eyes, and kisses my cheek. My boyfriend, Keith, was probably the greatest guy you'd ever meet. He had chestnut side-swept brown hair, with a perfect smile, blue eyes and dimples when he smiles. Rather masculine, with probably the hottest body you would ever see. Okay, so I get carried away. I'm his girlfriend though, so why should it matter?

"Come on. Romeo. We're going to be late for class." I say, taking his hand and walking with him and Carley.

Alriiight! So, my first ever PJO fanfic. I really hope you guys like it, because I am a massive PJO fan. Also, I felt like I should change from Warriors for a while. Anyways, remember; REVIEWS = HAPPINESS = CHAPTERS

Until next time!

xoxo

~Sundrop