AN. This is my first story ever, so sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson, I wouldn't be here, would I?
I'm going to make this plain and simple: it's hard to be a demigod.
I suppose I'd better explain who I am first, though. I am Justin Black. I am 12 and I have light brown hair, sapphire blue eyes-at least, that's what most people tell me- and tan skinned. I am tall, and I have a so-called 'mischievous' smile. I am very, very un-organized. I like to build things. I like the color green. I'm very creative, artistic, resourceful and energetic.
Now that you've gotten to know me, I'll explain. Until recently, I was a normal eighth grader at St. Vincent High School. Don't bother looking for it: it doesn't exist anymore. I, erm, well, sorta kinda burned it down. I guess I have a knack for it. April 26, my best friend Marco's birthday, and I burned it down. Just like that. Oops.
On the bus ride, Marco saw a friend and they walked away, talking quietly. When I left, (and I left in a hurry- I didn't want to be questioned by the police!) Marco came with me to my house. I thought that was a little odd, but I've stopped questioning him on his weirdness. Anyway, I went upstairs to my room and plopped on my bed. I heard my mom talking to Marco.
The next day, at two in the morning, we were woken up by-who would've guessed-Marco. He said something to my mom, like mints in tar and furries or something. I didn't know what was going on, but we all got in my mom's car and were going somewhere. Something almost hit the car, and Marco sounded like a goat. Then the car ran out of gas!
Just then, I saw something like a football player holding a blanket over his head. His hands made it look like he had horns. The guy ran towards three people I didn't notice before. With a start, I realized that it was the guy who was sitting next to Marco's friend. I realized that he was holding Marco's friend. Then what looked like three oversized bats swooped down towards me. Then, with horror, I realized what they were from my Anchient Greek lessons.
"Furies!" I gasped. So that's what he was talking about!I looked around and saw that one of them had my mother. Rage fueled me, and without hesitancy I jumped on one Fury and hopped to the next. When I went to jump on the third one, however, the first Fury grabbed me by the ankle. I fell, all the way toward the ground. I rolled over in time to see the third Fury disappear with my mother. I scooped up two sharp rocks and expertly flipped them into the other Furies. Marco still wasn't anywhere near, and I was so overwhelmed, I keeled over and lost consciousness.
AN. Haha, it's a cliffhanger, I hate them… Sorry I probably suck at writing, and it's REALLY SHORT, but please tell me what you think! I like italics! Yaaay! XD