"Lexie…Lexie wake up class is over!" screamed a voice in my ear. I jolted upwards startled by the screaming, then gaining my bearings and realized I fell asleep in math class…(again) and my best friend Lucy was trying to wake me up without drawing attention from the teacher. Getting up slowly, still feeling sleepy from my nap I picked up my books and bag and we hurried out the door to our next class. Thank god I had my best friend Lucy in half of my classes or I would be royally screwed. Lucy is 17 and is also a junior like me. Compared to me and my shortness Lucy had to be several inches taller than me, making me look even younger then I actually am. Even though I wouldn't admit it out loud she was extremely pretty, the stereotype blonde with blue eyes but actually had brains. That's why loved her so much as a friend is that she hated the stereotype and worked hard to maintain her 4.5 GPA. As we walked to our last class of the day we talked about our plans for the weekend. Right as the bell rings we run through the door and straight to our seats in the back of the classroom like we always do. Right away our teacher Mr. Joylins, or Mr. Jolly as the class calls him because he has a slight resemblance of Santa Clause, begins his lecture and I begin to space out. This doesn't surprise me because in most classes my ADHD has been an issue for me. My whole life I had to suffer through a bad case of ADHD and as if that isn't hard enough I have Dyslexia to top it off. I am actually lucky I am actually maintaining my C average at this school. However this school is a lot better then the rest ive been in the past. Unlike most kids in this school I'm a homeless orphan and even the teachers are unaware and think my parents are just non-existent in my life. To be honest Lucy is the only reason why I haven't just dropped out of high school at the age of 16 by now and just lived on the streets or moved on to the next town. About a year ago I moved to Miami Florida just because I wanted to be closer to the beach and the heat. My whole life I moved from place to place before people realized that I was a homeless orphan and tried to put me back in the foster care. I refused to go back to the foster care because no matter what family they put me with no one could stand to keep me for more then 5 months. The only possession I keep is my locket necklace. The necklace is the size of any other locket and is a golden heart on a gold chain, and when you open it up on one side of the locket where the picture should be is a green trident, and on the other side is a seashell. When I was first dropped off at the orphanage when I was a baby the locket was left with me and I haven't taken it off since. Since I travel so lightly I barely make it by gambling and winning money for food and the occasional cheep motel room. However I don't gamble by playing poker or any other sketchy thing like that. I go to the racetrack. I go to the tracks that rarely ask for id when you place bets so I can easily get in without being 18. I have this crazy talent of being able to go back to the barns when no ones around and just spend time with the horses and just by watching their personality I can pick who's going to win. In the past three years iv bet on 50 races and have only lost 6 times. I know your probably thinking that this is no life for a kid, but I grew up living like this and cant think of any other way to live. Then all of a sudden a movement outside the window I sat next to caught my eye pulled me out of my daydream. I swore I had to be hallucinating because I thought I saw some strange kid gallop by on a horse but the horse was hovering above the ground. I shook it off realizing I really needed to lay off the caffeine. The rest of the hour sped by like it normally did when I spaced out and before I knew it the final bell rang and class was dismissed. As I was about to leave Mr. Joylins walked up to me at my table and as he cleared his throat "miss Jackson I just received a call from the office and they requested that you go there right away saying your brother has come to pick you up from school and wanted me to inform you since you had previous arrangements for transportation" he said with a suspicious tone.
"But I have no siblings, im a only child there has to be a mistake" I said confusingly
"well no matter what it is the office is convinced it's your brother so maybe you should just go check it out. The worst that can happen is that it is a mix up" he said with a teasing tone. The one thing I loved about Mr. Jolly was that he always tried to see the bright side of everything, even more of a reason to compare him to Santa.
"Hey what was that all about" Lucy said with a concerned tone
" O nothing some weird guy is claiming to be my brother in the office and I'm required to meet with him and supposedly go home with him"
"Well obviously he's wrong because you don't have a brother, for all you know this guy is a creep" Lucy said sounding even more concerned.
However I had this gut feeling that I should still go to the office and just humor my curiosity and see who this mystery man is.
"Lucy I'm just going to stop by the office and just see whats going on, but il just see you at school tomorrow ok?" I said trying to convince Lucy to just go home as we were walking away from our lockers and towards the front of the building. Lucy finally agreed to let me go and at that moment I didn't realize that would be the last time I would see her in a very long time. Before I knew it I was standing in the office having a feeling of Déjà vu wash over me. Sitting in one of the chairs was a guy who looked liked almost too much like me. Just like me he had black hair cut like a skater would wear it as his bangs fell into his eyes, and his eyes, o god his eyes, they were a deep sea green, exactly like mine. The more and more I looked at him the more I realized that we look almost to much alike that I could easily believe he could be my brother.
"Hi you must be Lexie" said the boy as he stood up to greet me. He was tall and lean built with an athletic body. He had to be at least 17 years old. Noticing my lack of a response he cleared is throat
"Sorry that must have sounded really creepy. I'm Percy Jackson and I know you don't know me but I'm your brother and you need to trust me and come with me at once"
"Wait a second I need more proof that you're my brother because I'm sure as hell not getting in a car with some stranger" I said trying to make myself sound as tough as I could. As I said this, a small smirk came across Percy's face.
"I knew you were going to say something like that" he said then leaned in and whispered in my ear " Lucy I know you're an orphan and have been living on your own and these people have no idea about this. Come with me and I will explain everything, including what happened to your parents in fact your father is still very much alive." When he said this I was speechless. After about 30 seconds I finally mustered up the courage and found my voice
"fine I will go with you but you at least have to tell me where your are driving me".
"O I didn't drive here, I flew here I hope you don't have a fear of heights" he said with that same mischievous look on his face.