Chapter 1: My Version of an Intro
I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I give full credit to the brilliant Rick Riordan. Although, you don't really know the Percy gang yet in my story, or that their half-bloods. Oh well. That will come. ;D
We were going along down the street, getting bazar looks from people as we road our friend. Then all of a sudden we stopped moving. I looked down to see a Chiron statue.
"Close your eyes!" Mason yelled at me.
I only had time to be confused when we heard screams erupt from the mass of people walking down 5th Avenue.
Well, maybe I should back up a bit. Sorry, getting a little ahead of myself I guess. Maybe our introduction should be more like this:
Haven't you always wanted to be different? To have a life that's completely out of the ordinary? I hope not, because I do, and trust me, it's no walk in the park. Being on the run, never knowing if a minute will be your last? Nah, don't be different. It's scary. Stick with extra ordinary.
"Lanie!" I woke up that morning to find my half-brother standing over me with an empty bucket with a sneer on his face. The bucket was empty because all of the cold water that was in it was on me.
"Wipe that smile off your face," I snapped at him.
I got up and grabbed an old t-shirt and my ripped jeans out of closet and went to go take a shower. A nice, long, hot shower.
After I finished, I went to go to the jail they call a school here. My best friend Mason jumped out at me and scared me half to death.
"God, Mason! Was that really necessary?" I demanded.
"If you want to walk to school together it his," he replied with that crooked smile I always loved.
So, there I was, all naïve thinking it was gonna be a normal day. Guess what? I was wrong.
We walk into the school together and try to ignore the chaos going on around us. As we take our seats in English, we looked to the board and saw how we were supposed to be reading. Blech, reading. You know, I probably wouldn't even mind it so much if it weren't for the small dyslexia issue. Ok, big dyslexia issue.
As I open my book to pretend like I'm reading it, I let my eyes wander to Mason. I guess I didn't give you a description of him, so here it goes. He has shaggy, brown hair that always looks perfect even though he never even spends 5 minutes on it. He's got the big, warm, brown eyes to match. The thing about Mason, is that he looks good no matter what he's wearing. It's like he doesn't even have to try. Oh, God, what am I saying?
Anyway, my description is probably a whole lot less flattering. I have stick- straight, kinda thick dark brown hair with bangs. My eyes are a weird shade of blue, gray. I, on the other hand, look shabby no matter what I wear. Like today in my big t-shirt and ripped jeans. Oh, and my black converse that are so old and faded they look kinda gray. And that's the extent of my charms.
After what seems like ages, the bell rings. I race to be one of the first ones out the door. As I inhale the polluted New York air, all I'm thinking is Freedom! Eventually, I see Mason emerge from the crowd, and we start to walk home together.
"Look, let's take this short cut. I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted and ready to get home, but you're walking slow," he observes.
"Yeah, great idea. Let's cut through the dark alley," I mutter.
I go down the alley with Mason despite my better judgment. Mistake number 1.
Then, I hear a hissing sound that gives me the heebiejeebies. But, like an idiot, I keep walking down the alley. Mistake number 2.
What's next? You guessed it! Our horse friend runs up behind us, and we both scream. Second heart attack of the day. The scream was mistake number 3.
"Get on!" the horse yells.
I hesitate, but Mason is already on the guy by the time I react.
"Are you crazy? What if he's a psychopath?" I demand.
"Got a better idea?"
And with that, I jumped on the horse guy. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. What about the strangers rule? Well, when you're being chase by something that hisses like a snake, rules like that just don't apply.
So that brings us back to the beginning.
We were going along down the street, getting bazar looks from people as we road our friend. Then all of a sudden we stopped moving. I looked down to see a Chiron statue.
"Close your eyes!" Mason yelled at me.
I only had time to be confused when we heard screams erupt from the mass of people walking down 5th Avenue.
Great, now you're caught up. Now can we please move on?