So, lets see how to start. I'm Persephone Jackson. But call me Effie. I'm 14 and a demigod. Yeah, those thing that teachers go on in history or Latin class about. My parents I don't know. I only know I'm a demigod. See I was adopted by this couple and we've lived in London for 15 years. I have ADHD and dyslexia. But, see I found out when I was at my boarding school, London academy for young lady's. Yeah, sounds horrid. It was, so I was at school taking a trip with my history class when my teacher, Mr Burner, took me aside. Burner is in a wheelchair but he's really cool and stuff. So he took me aside and gave me a letter saying 'don't open it, it's for your mother and father'. But then my best friend, Grover (he's only in school because he exchanged from America and no where else would take him), kinda started acting weird when our other teacher, Mrs Fisher, was glaring at me and snarled. I shrugged it off. Big mistake. So I went home, another big mistake, and well Mrs Fisher was there my dad was dead, while my mum was whimpering. 'Where is it?' Mrs Fisher snarled. I was confused to say the least but my mum gave me the 'pack your bag' look. So I swiftly ran to my room and packed a bag. I ran downstairs, my mum was whimpering loudly. Mrs fisher was gone but a MASSIVE dog thing was there. I couldn't do much, then I remembered the letter. Did she want that? I didn't know. But all I could do was run, I mean. My patents adopted me but had a kid of their own. They wouldn't miss me so much. I ran to the bus stop, no busses for a hour. I was dead. So I ran and I ran to school, yeah don't ask why. Mr Burner was there, he looked at me like he knew it was going to happen.
"Effie." He nodded. I nodded, panting.
"Sir, big... Dog... My dad.. Dead" I said between pants. Mr burner sighed.
"I knew it, I just knew it" he mumbled. That was as much conversation as we got before Grover and the dog was with us.
"Grover, take Effie to the airport. First plane to Long Island" he order, Grover nodded and took my rucksack, I had the other. He dragged me there, I couldn't say much but the docks was a ten minute walk, if that. We was on the plan in twenty minutes, sitting in silence. I was looking around, tears in my eyes.
"You okay, Ef?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"My dads dead, my mum probably is. And my brother is in Spain." I mumbled. Grover hugged me. I hugged him back, sighing. How was he running so fast? He was a cripple. I didn't question it.
"We'll be in Long Island in two hours, get some sleep" he mumbled. Two hours? Why was this plan so fast? I didn't question that either though and lay on the bed. I closed my eyes and that's really where my story began.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, just Persephone.