Hi! This is my first FanFic for the Percy Jackson books, so it might not be too great. I'm thinking that every few chapters I can switch POV. Please, I need criticism! Tell me what can be improved and what you like. First person to comment gets an honorable mention on my next chapter! Anyway, enjoy!
My day started out calm enough. I woke up on May 19, my 12 birthday. Downstairs, I could hear my mom getting ready for the day, doing last minute details, like pulling together her notes from work. Reluctantly, I pulled on jeans, converses, and a T-shirt, my hair in a ponytail. Oh, and I'm not exactly... Tall. Well, understatement, more like on the bottom five percent of average height for a 7th grader.
I jumped the stairs two at a time and landed on both feet at the bottom. "Hi, honey! I've made you a birthday breakfast!" Mom said, rushing past me to grab her coat. I grinned and sat down at the counter. There was buttered croissant with a misshapen candle sitting in a plate, beside a mug of like-warm chocolate milk. It was pretty nice, a good effort on the part of my mom, who has to juggle work, life, and an ADHD kid. She walked in at that moment, kissed me on the head, and handed me a small package before leaving. "Oh. Emily. Things might start to... Change around here. We might not be seeing each other as much. Just remember, I love you." She said, before slipping out the door. I pushed the gift into my bag and made a lunch before the bus came. It wasn't until fourth period I remembered it.
The other kids ignored me as I swung my bag down at my desk and opened a book. Behind me, someone whispered about me being too serious. I turned around and scowled. After a few seconds, the sub looked up from his desk. He was wearing pants, and an orange T-shirt with writing I struggled to make out, despite loving reading. He wore a tall, rasta style cap, and converses. "Not very professional looking." I muttered to my binder. The teacher stood up nervously. "Ah-G-goodmorning, class. Ms. Vinci is out today, so I'll be standing in for her. I believe we'll be taking off from page 235 of your textbooks. Apparently, you know what to read. Please do not d-disturb your classmates." He made a weird kind of laughing sound, and went back to whatever stack of papers he was working on. The chapter we were reading was about the Greek myths, continued from the other chapter. I skipped over the sentences about Hades and Persephone and skipped to the interesting bits. Zeus- Head of the Olympians. God of lightning, sky, Roman Form- Jupiter. Wife is Hera. Okay, I though. Why not?
Poseidon- Brother of Zeus. God of oceans, earthquakes, horses. Roman form- Neptune. Wife is Amphitrite. I read the other descriptions, too. Only one thing bothered me. Pronunciations. I picked up my textbook and went to the desk.
The substitute was logged onto a private Gmail account. "Excuse me, Mr..." I squinted at the board. "Mr. Underwugg? Could you please help me with pronunciations?" I asked, feeling a little nervous. The substitute jumped, then turned around. "Of course! What are you having trouble with?" I showed him the two names, and could of sworn I saw him grin at the first. "That's Dionysus. God of wine. You pronounce it Dye-o-nee-sus. And the other is Hephaestus. God of the forge, and fire." I nodded, and he helped me. I felt kind of bad, since the entire time he'd been talking I'd been tapping my fingers on the desk, but I couldn't really help it.
"Thanks, Mr. Underwugg." I said. He looked surprised. I silently grimaced and waited to be reprimanded. "It's actually Underwood. Wait. Are you dyslexic?" He asked. I nodded, trying to ignore the stares of my class. He noticed me tapping my fingers against the cover of the textbook. "ADHD, too?" He asked. By now I was seriously embarrassed. All the kids in the class were watching, probably ready to launch their entire army of spitballs at any second. "A little." I muttered under my breath. "Wonderful!" He said, happily. I did a double take. "Uhh... What?" I asked stupidly. Luckily, the bell wrung at that moment, and everyone ran out to gobble down lunch. The sub was clicking through files rapidly on his computer. "Today's your birthday, hmm?" I nodded. He paused for a minute, thinking. "Normally... Maybe... Smells powerful? Iris? Hmm..." Finally he cleared his throat and looked up. "I don't suppose your parent gave you a gift or something, for your birthday? He asked. I rummaged around in my backpack for the crumpled package. Inside, there was a brooch shaped like a cloud. I took it out and examined it before pinning it to my collar. The teacher was watching me. "What?!" I finally yelled, frustrated. He faltered, on the brink of saying something, as the door thumped, and a blade appeared through it.
"Woah!" He yelped. I simply stared. The door fell through, and a woman with green skin and sword and net came in. She spied me, and tried to pounce. I stumbled to the back of the room and picked up a chair, ready to throw. Mr. "Emily!" He yelled. "Tap the pin!". I glanced down and tapped it, then screamed. In my hands, a two- sided knife appeared, before hissing and stretching into a 4 ft long javelin of lightning.
"Okay. Just slice the dracaena!" The sub yelled. He stood up at the same time. The monster was coming towards me, slithering on... Snake legs? I focused and swung the blade. The monster, dracaena as Mr. Underwood had called her, exploded into yellow dust. I lowered the weapon and stared at the spot the monster had been. The teacher came over and clapped me on the back. "Well, Ms. White, I think we'd better get you to camp." He said, heading for the door with a bag. "Oh, and you can bring your backpack." He said, turning. I picked up my bag and followed him of the door.