A Forgotten Life

This has nothing to do with my other story. I'm just trying this first chapter out for any thing that I might change or if I want to continue the story. So if you see it, review please.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own PJO at all. Nothing.

Being part of the coolest clique in school has its ups and downs. Boy friends, girl friends, fights, rumors, people desperate to get in our group. All part of my life here at my school.

I live a considerably normal life. I go to school, do homework, things like that. My friends can describe me as smart, pretty, and maybe a bit devious. It was just life as we knew it. Nothing strange had ever happened to me, until that one morning...

"Hey mom," I mumbled groggily as I sauntered into the bathroom. She said something that I didn't hear correctly.

"What?"

"I...am so...tired...." she muttered, stifling a yawn. Most of my family were 100% not morning peoI nodded in agreement as I took out the hairbrush.

"I just remembered something," I said suddenly. "I woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn't see where I was so I moved my head but it banged against the wall-"

A sudden vision flashed across my minds eye, making me stagger. A bull's head was ramming into a wall. That was all. It went as quickly as it came. I knew it wasn't a memory of mine. I had never even seen a bull, let alone see it smash its head against a wall. I mentally shook it off, willing it away.

"Isn't that weird?" I questioned my mom. She nodded and continued to apply her make-up. I ran a hand through my hair and stared into the mirror. My almond-shaped eyes stared back, and I sighed. Just another day.

Days passed, weeks even. I had almost forgotten about the wierd bull ramming into a wall. It was a Friday and my progress report had come home from school. I thought it would be a nice, relaxing rest of the day. No, I was wrong.

"Drella! An 80% science average? I know you can do better!" My mom's voice was steadily growing louder. I looked up from my book.

"Mom, jeeze, chill, it's only for the last two weeks, that's not my whole average for the semester," I called from the couch.

"No, its not, and you are going to work harder in math." I sighed in frustration.

"Mom, you aren't listening to me! It's only for the-"

"I expect straight A's from you! I know you can!" My temper flared. My mind buzzed and I could hear my heart beat echo in my ears.

"You know what? Fine!" I shot up the stairs. I yanked the door open, and slammed it shut behind me. That's what set it off.

I was standing high up in the air. It was around autumn, because there was a cool, brisk breeze and golden colored leaves fell around me.

"Drella!" a blonde girl called my name. My dream self whipped around. She was staring fearfully at me. She was dressed in old, Greek armor, and her golden locks were in disarray. "Percy's down there." I leaned over a three foot wall, and found that I was on a very large wall. Monsters and kids were marching up to the wall. A half-man half-bull was slamming its head into the wall I was standing on, sending tremors through the ground. A boy with a mop of black hair seemed to be fighting this army by himself. His sword glinted in the sun, and every time he sliced through a monster, they would disappear into smoke or dust. I turned back to the blonde girl once more, before launching myself off of the wall into the frenzy. I could hear her calling my name, over and over again. It seemed to echo, and all I could see were the golden leaves.

"Drella?" my mom's voice queried. My eyes felt heavy and my whole body ached,

"Mom?" she was bent over me, concern clearly written across her face.

"Are you okay? Nausea? Broken bones?" She gulped. "Hallucinations?"

"No, I just ache a little bit," I answered. I struggled to get up and she reached to help me.

"How many fingers am I holding up? What's your name? Who's the president?" I sighed.

"Three, Drella, and the prez of the US is Barack Obama. I'm fine," I insisted. She stood up and walked over to the door before casting a wary glance over her shoulder. I reached up to see if there was a bum on my hand, and I touched something strange. I pulled it down and found that it was a leaf. A yellow one.

The next day, the bus rattled along the road to school. I was talking to my friends, Ruthie and Caroline.

"Really? Not even skiing, he fell down the stairs?!" Ruthie exclaimed. We were all giggling at the thought.

"And get this, it wasn't even a lot of stairs, it was just three!" Caroline said between laughs. I glanced out the window, and saw a man standing on the curb. He wore baggy jeans, a large sweatshirt, Nikes, and a scowl. I turned away, but then craned my head for a second glance. But the bus turned a corner, and I couldn't see him. But what I saw was real; in the middle of his forehead, was one eye.

The bus screeched to a halt. Kids piled out, calling to their friends and listening to I-pods.

But I paid them no attention. Instead I was pondering what I had seen. Was I crazy? Was it because of the bump on my head last Friday? Was it because it was Monday and I'm always tired on Mondays? Or am I schizophrenic? Before I could come to the conclusion, I heard my name being called. I looked to see Lily and Eleanor racing towards me.

Eleanor was a blonde girl with caramel shade underneath. She had light freckles across her nose and cheeks. She was somewhat scatterbrained, but smart and funny, even if she wasn't intending to be funny.

"Drella!" Lily called again. I stopped to wait for them as they cam into the building.

"Guess what? I saw this old tree house club-thingy on the way to school, and just now, Eleanor told me that she had a dream about an old tree house, and-"

"Hey, can we talk about it at art class?" I asked. Lily smiled and nodded and she and Eleanor went off to their own lockers.

"See ya'!" I opened my locker and took out what I needed; textbooks, notebook, agenda, writing notebook, pens and pencils, and my reading book. I slammed it shut and was walking to homeroom when I passed Lukas and this other kid I had never seen before. Must be a new kid, I thought. Lukas smiled at me and I smiled back. The new kid nudged Lukas and he blushed. I grinned to myself as I walked into homeroom, but ice flooded my body as I realized something; the new kid had been in my last vision...

So, I hope its okay. I'm still not sure about continuing and stuff.......

~Dwia