The Half-Blood Diaries
A/N: Thank you for clicking this story. Anyway, this is a alternative universal diary about the lives of Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace and Annabeth Chase before the PJO series and when they are on their run, their lives at Camp Half-Blood and the quest Luke went.
I know the Demigod Diaries is published recently but there's only a small part about their run. Besides, I haven't read the book so I'm sure my story isn't as same as what Rick Riordan wrote.
Like I said, English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes in my story. Hope you all like it This is the prologue, not a chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does. T^T
Prologue
Luke was sitting at the back of his English class, bored as usual. In fact, his dyslexic doesn't help him at all with the language, the alphabets always mixed together, like a fruit punch, which stung his eyes.
His third grade teacher, Mrs. Buckley, was teaching the class what a diary is.
"Children," she started, "a diary is where you write down something happened that on a particular day and express your feelings about it." She paused, letting the students to swallow the information, and continued. "Usually, people write diaries every day or once a week."
"Now, children, "she looked at the class with a warm smile, "I want you to write a diary about yourself or what happened to you yesterday. It doesn't have to be long."
She passed out a sheet of paper to everybody in the classroom. All students took out their pencils and started working on their diary.
Then, a small girl, raised her hand and asked shyly, "Mrs. Buckley, can we write anything about yesterday? Even it's nothing special?"
Mrs. Buckley looked at the girl kindly. "Yes, Sophie, you can write anything you want."
Meanwhile, Luke had his chin on his left hand, biting his lips, unaware that his right hand was playing his pencil. He didn't know what to write on that piece of paper.
He had nothing special to write about, and he certainly didn't want to write about himself. Growing up in a single family, having ADHD and dyslexic, stealing things from others…
No. He just wouldn't put this down on that paper. He didn't want any sympathy from others or being treated as a freak, even though Mrs. Buckley is the nicest teacher he has ever met.
Just then, Mrs. Buckley walked past Luke, seeing him deep in thought and a blank paper on his desk. "You need any help, Luke?" She asked.
Luke snapped out of his thought quickly. "No thanks, Mrs. Buckley. I was just thinking how to write the diary." He replied.
"Oh, I see. Just that you know, writing diaries is the best way to express emotion." After that, Mrs. Buckley walked away, the sound of her heels lower and lower, then none.
Luke stared at the blank paper, tried to think of something, and managed to put down a few words like that:
17March 1996
Dear Diary,
My English teacher, Miss Buckley, taught us how to write a diary today. And now, I'm writing one.
I often go to the park nearby. There were lots of kids around my age playing there. Some were on the slides and some on the swings. It was a lovely day.
I really like the park, not only because there is always fresh air, I can meet some friends. Like yesterday, when I walked past the slides, one of the kids slid from the top and bumped into me. I fell on the ground quickly and hurt my knees. The boy who crashed into me apologized quickly and handed me a bandage. I comforted him that I was fine, and stuck the bandage on my knee-cap.
We had a small chat and a great time. I learnt that the boy, Andrew Mason is a fourth grader in our school and his loves nature. It's really a nice day.
After writing and rubbing out a few words, Luke handed the piece of paper to Mrs. Buckley and left the classroom.
There goes the prologue. Love it? Hate it?
The coming up chapters will be in First person point of view.
I know the diary Luke wrote is kind of lame but what will a third grader write anyway? It'll just be some normal stuff or a day at some theme parks.
Question of the day: There's once a girl whose hands can melt everything she touches, even diamonds and gold. However, a boy put something that didn't melt on her hand. What is it?
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-Moon girl