Chapter 1

Hello everybody and welcome to my new story, Say Something. This is a rough draft of a book that I plan to write in real life, with names changed, so don't expect proper story line following. I will try to get another chapter tomorrow or Saturday, but that's iffy. After that I should say that I will be gone for two weeks. I know that most stories have cussing and sexual themes in them, but I am a twelve year old boy who follows Jesus Christ to the ends of the earth, so don't expect that. I will promise you another book called Reach for the Stars, but that's a sequel to this. Anyways, I've been rambling long enough, so on with the drama we call stories!

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PERCY

Percy Jackson was the boy who was made fun of, the one with ADHD who couldn't keep his grades up. He was made fun of for always singing, even though he was a good singer. He was made fun of for his lack of friends. That was in California, now he was in Oregon. It was a fresh start at a small coastal town called Pacific City. He was me, and I was he.

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I walked along the beach, breathing in the fresh, salty air. A few other people were on the beach, building sand castles, surfing, or even Para-surfing. I wished I could join them, but my mother had told me that I could only take a short walk before coming back to help finish un-loading the moving boxes. I breathed in one more deep breath before taking off sprinting towards our new sea side house.

When I got there, I couldn't believe my eyes. The house that looked abandoned and old a couple hours before had been completely transformed into the most beautiful house I had ever seen. And it was ours. My mother was sitting in a comfy looking rocking chair, humming some old sea song from when she had sailed fishing boats. The house was two stories, more than enough for just her and me. A small line of stone bricks were around the bottom, making the white and blue painting stand out more. I walked slowly up the cobblestone path and into the house, smiling.

"Like it?" My mom said, also smiling. "I decided to finish without you."

"Thanks mom, this place looks wonderful!" I replied. It was genuine, too.

The whole house was wonderful, just what my mother deserved. After all, she was the most wonderful mom I had ever known. I quickly grabbed some celery and frozen blueberries from our fridge and headed upstairs to my room. When I first saw my room, I knew what I was going to do to it. The wide, circular space was most likely meant for a study, but it was perfect for me. The room had two doors on each side, one leading to the loft, one to my own personal bathroom. The north side was all glass, giving a perfect view of the beautiful sea in front of me. The south side was just plain, so that was where my bed was. My boxes and some white paint that I had requested were in the middle of the floor, just waiting for me. I started unpacking immediately, putting clothes in my dresser, placing books on a shelf, and tacking up posters of surfing on the walls. When that was all done, I started with the white paint.

I carefully painted shark teeth all the way around the room, making them perfect. Each took a long time, I had to paint carefully, otherwise I would screw up. When I was done, I looked at my masterpiece. It was perfect and beautiful, just what I loved. I had to wait for the paint to dry, so I went down to the living room to watch my favorite movie, Maverick. I enjoyed while I could and went back upstairs to get ready for bed. The sun was setting into the ocean, and it looked beautiful. I sighed and watched until the sun had disappeared. Then I got into the shower, brushed my teeth, got on my pajamas, kissed my mom goodnight, and went to sleep, after all, the next day was the first day of school.

As soon as I closed my eyes I wondered into Dreamland.

I was sitting on the beach, watching the sunset when two people started fighting in front of me. I ran forward, trying to break them up. They ignored me until I got so frustrated I decked one of them across the face. They turned and stared at me, staring at me like they were looking into my soul. Finally, one spoke.

"Percy Jackson, what a fancy meeting you here." One said in a deep, gravelly voice.

Then they pulled out knives and lunged at me. Right as the first one sunk into my heart, I woke up.

Great, I thought. Another pointless nightmare to make me superstitious.

I got up out of bed and got ready for school. Before I got out though, the scenery of the ocean once again caught my attention. A large rock jutted out of the ocean, it was called Haystack rock. At least that's what my mom told me. On the other side was a nature made dock that went out about fifty feet. Between them was a large yacht, like the ones they use in James Bond movies. It must have cost at least 200,000 bucks, but hey, that just added to the awesome new town I was to call home. Then I got ready for the day.

When I was all dressed, I went to make sure I looked good in the mirror. The reflection that looked back at me defiantly looked ready for the first day of school. Although inside, I was nothing like I looked like. Except for the surfer look. I shrugged and went downstairs, had breakfast, kissed my mom goodbye, and started to walk to school.

Well, that ends this chapter, so thank you guys all for the reading and the (Hopeful.) support. I shall see you guys all next time.

-The Firelands