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Chapter 1

The Move

"We're moving."

Probably the worst sentence you could ever say to a person. It meant saying goodbye to all of my friends, the people who knew me well, and the small old lady who lived next door with three cats.

But here I was, moving all the way to a town that nobody had ever heard of in a state that everyone made fun of on television. Decatur, Alabama. It was so small and spread out that you were pretty sure that everyone knew everyone else here, just like in every other small town you'd ever heard about. It probably would've sucked.

However, I was moving with my mother, who made the best blue cookies in the world. Yeah, I know, a bit weird that she makes blue cookies, right? Not really. You see, I used to have this step-dad named Gabe, who told my mom that there was no such thing as blue foods. Naturally, she made it her personal goal to prove him wrong. It was funny the first time she laid a batch of completely blue chocolate chip cookies on the counter in front of him.

Anyways, I was looking out the window of my mom's blue car and immediately noticed that there were only a few houses scattered around an area. My mom turned down a bumpy dirt and I took in the details of the few houses and trailers. One had an older woman with her hair pulled into a bun and a grandmotherly look that said 'I'm a kindhearted soul and I wouldn't hurt a fly'. Another house had a man asleep in a chair.

However, we just continued to pass the houses until it became fields.

Finally, we turned down an uneven driveway, which led to the most amazing farmhouse I'd seen yet. It was obviously painted a light beige recently, with a bright red door and a red roof. The car stopped and I had to remind myself to stop staring and get out.

After about thirty minutes of getting the stuff we managed to fit into the backseat of the car, unlocking the door and staring in amazement at the wondrous inside of the house, I decided I already loved it here. I mean, my room was blue! And to add to it, it already had a bunch of furniture. You see, this used to be my dad's house, before he died that is, and even though I can't say I remember ever being here, I loved every little bit of it. My room was blue and looked suspiciously like the ocean, had a king sized bed(with all it's stuff on it and lots of pillows), a dresser, and a desk that had a brand new laptop. I opened up my backpack and set up the few pictures of my old friends that I had, a few trinkets here and there, all my clothes in my closet and dresser, and voilá! Perfectamundo.

When I was finished with my room, I found my way to the kitchen to see what my mom was planning to cook. Of course, the moment I stepped into the kitchen, she was already hard at work over the stove making quesadilla's. Seeing as it was easy and simple, it was actually pretty nice for the first day here. And then my mom decided to make me work out in the fields with the person who technically could do anything he wanted with that half of the land.

So I went out there after I had finished off two quesadillas and I worked the rest of the day, learning how to harvest a crop and all that jazz that practically nobody has to do anymore. The dude was sorta fat, so it was pretty interesting trying to figure out how he did all the work in one day, but I figured he probably had a bunch of people doing the work for him.

Overall, it was a pretty interesting day. I just didn't think it could get even more interesting. But I am Percy Jackson, and I get all the surprises.

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