Hey everybody! :D DisneyFreak00090 here! Lol. So, this is my very first story up here on fanfiction. I hope all of you enjoy it :) Please remember to review! Flames ARE accepted! I'd love to here you opinion on my story and that's what REVIEWS are for :D alright, enough of me chitchatting, on with the show! ...I mean story! ...I mean FanFiction! :P

My life was a living hell, even before I found out I was a demigod.

When I was younger, I wasn't aloud to have any fun. My mother is a paranoid freak. Think of someone who is afraid of everything, then times that by ten thousand. That's my mom.

Now, because she was so afraid of the world, she never left the house, and because she never left she house, neither could I. The only time I ever left the house was when I was walking to and from school, and even then I wasn't alone. Well, at least it felt that way… I always felt like there was someone-or something watching me….

I suppose I might have been able to do something like go camping or have a quick weekend trip to the lake if my dad was around to tell her she was being ridiculous, but he drowned before I was born, so, he won't be talking anytime soon.

Most of my family is super strict towards me, reciting good manners to me if I do one incorrect thing. I was, unfortunatly, born into a rich, snobby family, so naturally, if I'm not perfect,, they couldn't care more! They hate that I'm a flaw in their perfect lives. They probably love my scaredy-cat mom more than me! The only family member that ever appreciated me was my uncle, Marcus Turner.

He understood my taste for adventure, my need for something more to life than just taking care of my mom and surviving school. Each year, the family would have two major reunions: one in winter and one in summer. During those two reunions, I would spend the whole day with my uncle . He would pretend to be varius monsters such as a Cyclops, the minotaur and even Furies! Of course, no matter how many times he corrected me, I called them 'One-Eyed Man', 'Bull Man', and 'Fuzzies' I had a stick-sword that I would slash my uncle with and kill the Fuzzies. At some point, my grandmother would walk outside, in the middle of my attacks, telling us we were barbarians and to wash up for dinner. After dinner, he would tell me stories about a place called Camp Half-Blood. The way he told them made me feel like I was actually there! One night I asked him:

"Have you ever been to Camp Half-Blood? 'Cause if you have, I want you to take me! We can have our own adventure, and I can defeat the Fuzzies, and then you'll be proud of me!"

He then chuckled, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I have, and someday, you will too. Take this," He reached his large hands into his pocket and pulled out a golden necklace with three charms on it: a pink seashell on the right, a blue horse on the left, and a green trident down the middle. When I took it, he said:

"As long as this necklace is with you, so am I. Your will have your own adventure soon enough, and just so you know, I already am proud of you"

That was the last day I ever saw my uncle, and with my uncle, my dreams of ever seeing Camp Half-Blood. Since then, I've been wearing the necklace every single day.

On top of having a missing uncle, a paranoid mother, and a super-strict family, I have three of the worst diseases any teenager could ever have: ADHD, dyslexia, and NO social skills. Which meant, I was the freak kid that nobody talked to unless they were dared to or lost a bet. There were very few people who took interest in me. Among the few, is my only friend: Charlie.

Charlie has a personality that you can't quite understand unless you've known him all your life. Even now, I sometimes don't understand him. Charlie's a ginger with bright blue eyes. His face is sprinkles with freckles and his arms and legs are covered in his reddish-orangish hair-the same color as his beard. He's about 5'5, just slightly taller than my 5'3 figure. He's always eating. I'm not kidding! I once saw him eat a pencil! Well, he claims it was beef jerky, but I'm certain it was a pencil….

Another person who takes interest in me, is my English teacher, Mr. Brady. Mr. Brady is a bald, six foot tall, super-strict(yes, like my family) and super creepy teacher. He almost never takes his cold hazel eyes, off me during sixth period and apparently has to call on me to read at least twice-despite me dyslexia. I don't think I would be surprisede if he was a monster.

Besides the fact that I get to hang out with Charlie, the only two things I have to look forward to at school is Zack and lunch.

Zack is one of those super popular kids who just about everybody knows and adores. He has shiny, wavy, black hair and crystal blue eyes. I only have one class with him(History) but every now and then I found myself staring at him….. Okay, so maybe I have a little crush on him, but, so what?

Well, I know your going to think I'm crazy, but the reason why I love lunch so much is because I can go to the library and hang out with the librarian, Mrs. Moore, I'm sure half of you are probably thinking 'Eww, an old librarian lady?' and the other half is probably thinking 'If your dyslexic, why are you hanging out in a library?' Well, first of all, Mrs. Moore is not an old librarian lady. She has long, curly, chocolate brown hair that she always wears in a messy, but cute ponytail. She wears glasses over her dark blue eyes and doesn't wear make-up. She just, doesn't need it.

Second of all, because I can't read, Mrs. Moore reads to me. She has read me many stories of Greek Mythology(upon Charlie's request) including Jason and the Argonauts, Hercules, and even the story of Medusa! Once we had finished all the stories, I started to request that she reread them, all over again, ending each week with my favorite myth: Perceus. Even though I know them all by heart now, they still fascinate me. The way she tells the stories reminds me of the way my uncle, Marcus used to tell me about Camp Half-Blood. Mrs. Moore, Greek Mythology, and even my lost uncle give me hope that maybe, someday, I'd have my own adventure.

I just never expected my adventure to start on a typical Tuesday!

So, what'd you think? Leave your comments and REVIEW! Just a reminder, flames ARE accepted. I repeat they ARE accepted :) I just want to hear your opinion!

~Midnight_x3