Secrets are Meant to be Revealed
HEYOZ! S'UP? HAVE A GOOD DAY, WEEKEND, OR HAVING A NOW AWESOME DAY BY READING STORIES BY YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? (JUST SO THERE'S NO CONFUSION; THAT WOULD BE ME.)TE HE! ANY WAYS I WANTED TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW THAT THIS IS A WEIRD FANFIC, THE CHARACTERS (MOSTLY MY OC, MONICA) WILL SAY RANDOM THINGS JUST 'CAUSE. SO, YEA. JUST LETTING YOU KNOW. ON WITH THE STORY!
Hi, you know Percy Jackson and his story, right? Well, NONE of you know mine. Am I close to Percy? Yes. I am Monica Jackson and this is my story. My hair is black, like Percy's, but it's curly and elbow length and its silky soft. I have sea blue eyes, I am thin and bony. I am 4'5 and I am 10 years old but in the same class as my older brother. How? I truly don't know. Anyway, my story begins on the day of our fieldtrip to a Greek/Roman mythology museum. On the bus a kleptomaniac girl named Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of her ketchup and peanut butter sandwich at Percy and I's best friend, Grover, that stuck in his curly brown hair. Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny and cried when he got frustrated. He walked like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him running when it was enchilada day at the cafeteria. Anyway, he dodged a piece of Nancy's lunch. "That's it. I'm going to kill her." My brother said, "I would be delighted to help." I said we both got up out of our seats on the bus. Grover pulled us back down, "You guys are already on probation. You know who'll get blamed if something bad happened." I sighed.