AN: Hey y'all! This is my first fanfic so I doubt it will be great. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing that would be awesome. I know my grammar is bad and I would be grateful for help.
I know this first chapter is sort of boring but it was mostly me trying to figure out where the story would go. By the way this is about PJO. I know it doesn't seem like it, but you'll see later. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
I thought my first day at school would go bad, but not like this. Yeah, I expected my lunch to be stolen or it being hard to meet people, but I didn't think that crazy snake ladies would crash my algebra test. Or that I would get stabbed and have to reveal my big secret.
"Come on honey, you don't want to be late."
I rolled over and shoved my head down into my sheets.
"Come on, Timothy, you need to get up." My mom called through the door.
"Ok," I muffled defeatedly into my bedspread, "I'm getting up."
By the time I had pulled myself out of bed and gotten dressed in my new (ugly) school uniform the nervousness washed over me. I was actually going today. It wasn't orientation, I don't have a few more days. I was going now.
Of course I've been to several new school do to my ,well, to quote my teachers, 'difficult behavior', but it didn't make it any better. I didn't make friends easily. Mostly because I knew I would probably be gone by the end of the year anyway. I guess I was afraid to get attached.
I was standing in front of my mirror staring at the short figure with curly brunette hair and light blue eyes. I saw my unruly hair and thought I might as well make a good first impression. I picked up this "comb" thing my mom always wanted me to use and started taming the beast upon my head. After two, unsuccessful minutes I gave up. At least this way I wasn't setting high expectations for the future.
By the time I had made my way down the stairs (falling or walking either way I reached the bottom quickly) and eaten breakfast it was time to leave. My mom walked in as I was tying my shoes.
"Did you brush your hair?" She asked with her eyebrow raised.
"I tried," I said as I remembered the battle between my hair and the comb, "it didn't work out."