IDEA #13

Last Update: 08-29-11

A/N: This is a story idea about: SUMMARY ON THIS WEBSITE :

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Word Count: 918

It's not complete at all but it would be a good idea in my opinion if I ever get the chance to write it.

Percy Jackson Story: Tsunami Charade

"I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare. I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair. Nobody cares and I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me..." I sang before dropping the guitar from my grip. It stayed hanging from my shoulder because of the strap "...tonight" I whispered.

I've been getting guitar lessons since I was five and now I play the electric guitar. I'm only eleven but I have to say...I'm pretty good if I do say so myself. I thought that if I got good at playing, I could impress some kids at school and maybe make some friends. And I did! But that doesn't mean we're the best of friends. Like today Johnny Gable is celebrating his birthday at this roller rink and even though I'm not going...my 'friends' decided to go without me anyway instead of staying here with me.

I have five friends and three of them are really good ones but are not confident enough to ignore the other two, who are really bossy and mean. They act like jerks but at least the other three - Jesse Smith, Dartin Masters, and Eugene Xtraene (funny first name, strange last name, so we call him X) - are really cool and nice plus they also play instruments. Jesse, guitar; Dartin, bass; and Eugene, drums.

So we started our own band and have started writing songs. Well I am. They just go with them and surprisingly like them. Or course I sing them and play lead guitar. Today was actually supposed to be our practice night but our other two 'friends', Hector Torrent and Kyle Messer, had dragged them to Johnny's party.

I had written a new song and wanted to try it out with them but now it's time to try out the new equipment my mom was awesome enough to get me. In the corner of our garage was a desk covered in electronic...things. There were about five microphones, two keyboards, three guitars, three computers, and so much more.

So I got to work that whole night, recording every piece even the drum section with the small drum set to the far side of the room. When I was done, I started fitting everything together on the computers. Just before I could play the almost finished product, there was a knock on the garage door. I looked over to see my mom with her head peeking in.

"Honey, your friends are here!" I said okay and turned back to the screen. I put on my surround sound headphones and checked the song for any errors.

"Perce?" I heard in the small pause in the song. I turned to see all five of my friends: Kyle, Hector, Jesse, Dartin, and X. Kyle and Hector didn't look happy to be here. Well the feelings mutual, I'm not happy you're here either. I took off the headphones, leaving them to hang from my neck.

"Yeah? What?" I asked just a little rude. My three real friends looked uncomfortable and guilty. The other two looked frustrated.

"We're sorry for leaving you alone. To tell you the truth...it was pretty lame without you there" Dartin said, scratching his arm in nervousness. I couldn't really be mad at these guys, so I smiled at them.

"That's okay, I was able to write and record a new song in the meantime. Wanna hear it?" I asked, completely ignoring Kyle and Hector. They weren't part of the group and didn't deserve to hear it but if they wanted to stay, they could. They just have to keep their mouths shut.

"Yeah! Sure! Awesome!" Jesse cheered. He tends to do that a lot. He's the cheerful and immature member of our group. Dartin's his opposite. He is very laid back and calm. I'm a mixture of them both while X is something different entirely.

"Okay, here it goes!" I turned back to the screens and unplugged my headphones. The speakers are really loud so I made sure they weren't too loud before playing the song from the beginning.

Do you ever feel like breaking down
'Do you ever feel out of place
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away
Do you lock yourself in your room
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright...'

"What do you guys think?" I asked, waiting for the "EPIC FAIL!" that was sure to come. I know what you're thinking. Why are you being so hard on yourself? You could have a career in song writing, maybe even as a rock star?

Well get real people! I'm eleven and no one is going to pay any attention to some band made up of little kids. My mom has always told me that I could be whatever I wanted as long as I tried my hardest. But she's my mom, she's supposed to say that.

"Oh...my...GOD! That was so totally awesome, Percy! You wrote that today?" X asked, coming over to the screen to see the song on it. Probably looking for the name or the sheet music, since I usually put it up in my computer.

"Yeah...and another song. Let's just say that both are based on how I felt about...being left here." I whispered the last part, turning back to the screen for the song I recorded a little earlier.