MY CRAZY, STUPID, WHACKED-UP LIFE
Zoe here, and this is our first Fanfiction story! Olivia and I are so excited to share with you this story. A brief explanation of MCSWUL is a girl named Angela is the oldest of a huge family. Her dad is Percy Jackson, and her mom is Annabeth Chase. She has 4 sisters, and 3 brothers. When a family night turns wrong, Angela is determined to know more. Having help from her sisters and her brothers only gets her deeper into her past and discovers a secret to heal the ages. I'm gonna let Olivia take over from here. Hey guys, Olivia here and now what I'm going to do is give you a brief look over everyone in Angela's family, cause it's a lot of info to remember.
Percy: 39
Annabeth: 39
Angela: 19
Michael: 18
Brittany: 17
Bethany: 16
Kyle: 15
Libby: 15
Kayla: 14
Manson: 13
Okay, that's their name and their age. Now some other characters:
Jamie: 18 (Angela's BFF)
Marcus: 19 (Angela's Love Interest)
Kassie: 16 (Cousin)
Sage: 21 (College Student)
Parker: 18 (Friend)
That's all the info you need to know! Now you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the first chapter!
ANGELA (ZOE HERE)
I put on some rolled up denim shorts and a graphic design tank top. It was hot outside, and I was lazy, so I slipped on some black flip flops. Light makeup was already settled on my face from this morning, so I just had to straighten the dark black hair and pin the front back.
I moved away from my vanity to look at my appearance through the mirror. I had just turned 19 and was going to college in less than a month. I deemed myself ready to go and walked out of my safe house, aka my room, and into the empty hallway. I walked down the stairs and tripped on Manson's skateboard. I tumbled, doing a full somersault and landing in a heap on the floor. I brushed the hair out of my face and carefully stood up, only to see my mother hiding in her laughter.
I groaned and then she waved her hand around, untying her apron. "I'm sorry, honey. I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings." She craned her neck to look at the top of the stairs and called out, "Manson! Come here RIGHT NOW." Her grey eyes flashed and she was grinning. She loved a good battle, for some reason.
Manson came down the railing of the stairs, on roller skates of course, crouched down. At the last second, my father came into the kitchen as Manson flipped off the railing and landed. Manson hooted and skated over to dad. "Dad! Did you SEE THAT! I totally just rocked that new move!"
My dad laughed and nodded. Turning to me, he smiled and said, "I'm gonna miss you Angie. Be sure you drink lots of water while you're away, and stay away from strangers, and don't use electronics often, unless it's mandatory. Did I say to drink LOTS of water?"
I laughed. "Don't worry, dad. I'll be completely fine. I'm a responsible child!"
My dad nodded. "If anything and I mean anything, strange happens while your away, call me immediately."
I grabbed a bowl and some chips and sat down on the couch, watching a Greek Gods and Goddesses show. I'm obsessed with that stuff for some reason. I can speak and read Ancient Greek, my entire family can. Most of my family is dyslexic and some have ADHD. I have both, sadly.
My dad called me over and told me to gather the rest of the family as he checked his emails. I swear one of them said 'Hades Hate Mail'. Minutes after finishing my chips, I marched up the stairs and into the hallway, buzzing from the loud music coming from Michael's room.
Michael was in the 'punk' phase… for three months. He got the boy band haircut and plastered posters of rock musicians all over his walls. He plays electric guitar all the time, and his amp is practically a table for him. He wears street clothes, and loves going to parties and doing gigs with a band him and his friends made, him on the electric guitar, obviously.
I knocked on his door before coming in. He was lying doing on his bed, guitar in hand, blasting a riff from some awful rock n' roll song. I unplugged the chord to his amp, and he immediately sat up, and threw off his headphones. "What the hell was that for, Angela?"
I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Okay, I was just gonna say we were getting ready to leave for the concert, but you can stay home and play that doggone awful song."
(Olivia Here)
Michael jumped off his bed and smirked. "I was just kidding, Angie. Chill out, would you. This environment doesn't need that childish poster."
Raising my eyebrows, I pointed to the poster collogue over his bed. "Says the young adult who has an Avril Lavigne poster hanging above his bed."
Rolling his eyes, "Avril is my jam, my lady jam."
Shivering, I muttered, "Never, ever do that again. Be ready in five." I walked out the door and into Manson's room. He was chilling on his bed, blue and red clothes strewn everywhere. Hanging out of his dresser drawers, lying in heaps on the floor, under the bed… Everywhere, basically.
His media set was covered in Three Musketeer's candy wrappers and dirty socks. Playing on the TV was a daredevil show. "Manson, get ready to leave for the concert in five minutes." As I walked out, Manson called out, "Angela, have you ever wanted to be a daredevil?"
I laughed. "That dream just isn't for me. I want to be more graceful in something. Dance, gymnastics, I'm even a little good at wrestling. You're ADHD; you must know what I'm talking about.
He shook his head. "I want risks, action, weapons, scary obstacles. When I'm your age, I'm gonna be on the DAREDEVILS!"
Oh how wrong he was.
Okay, hope you enjoyed the first chapter!