Chapter 1: I Get a (Very) Early Wake-up Call
All right, first things first.
My name is Nikki Wolfe. I'm fifteen, love the guitar, and I live in the old City of Coffee, the world-famous Seattle. Stop whining. Except for the fact that our football team made it to the Super Bowl and hosted the World's Fair one year, it's not the best. I mean, having two-thirds of the year be rain, and the other third hot as heck is okay, but it could be, well…better. We're way out in the West, so all the online stuff I play is Eastern Time, and sometimes we get stuff after New York and the East Coast does. But still, living in the Evergreen State is pretty fun.
Like that fateful night. It was Friday night, and a rerun of my all-time favorite show was on, America's Funniest Home Videos. After the show, I was going to head upstairs, read some of my new book, The Lightning Thief, and go to bed. It all went according to plan, until about midnight, when I heard a solitary rock hit my bedroom window (it's a huge window, so even if you were as lousy a shot as I was, you could easily hit it).
"What now?" I grumbled. I rolled over, sidestepped the stuff right by my bed (there's this little hidden area right between the wall and my bed, perfect for shoving stuff in) and went to my gargantuan window. I opened the blinds to see a person standing on the sidewalk, a rock in his hand. As my eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, I got a better look at him.
He seemed about thirteen, and had black hair, a bright shirt that could be any shade of red or orange, and jeans. He was about to chuck the rock at my window when he saw me standing there. I couldn't hear him, but reading his lips gave me the idea that he wanted me to come down.
All right, call me stupid for going outside in the middle of the night with some strange dude, but I was at least a few years older that him, and I could bet I was a lot faster. So I pulled on some clothes, snuck down the stairs, and opened the door.
"Come on!" the guy whispered once I was within range. I stood, folded my arms, and gave him my best I-don't-think-so look.
"Okay, I have no clue who you are, waking a girl up in the middle of the night, but I have something to say to—" I broke off when I saw his shirt. It was a bright orange, as I had guessed, but the lettering on the front sent shivers down my spine.
Camp Half-Blood.
"No…way," I gasped. He must've noticed my look, because he smiled.
"I'm Percy Jackson," he said. "And you are?"
Seeing as this was the dude from my newest book, it was like I knew him personally. "You're—you're—" I couldn't finish my sentence. "The Percy Jackson? The one who returned Zeus's lightning bolt and everything? I'm, like, reading the book, and like, wow, like…" I stopped, aware that I was babbling on too much. But, I mean, come on! What are the chances of meeting a character from a fiction book? One in a gazillion, that's what.
"Listen, we've got to get out of here. You're lucky that you're older than me and you haven't been found yet," Percy said. "I can learn your name later. Get your stuff and let's get out of here." I nodded and raced back inside, grabbing some extra clothes, a few little animal models, a couple of books, including The Lightning Thief, and my guitar (I couldn't leave it behind). When I came back out, Percy raised an eyebrow at my collection, but he showed me inside a van that I hadn't noticed before.
"Get in. We're heading to the safety of camp." I crawled in after him, struggling to fit my bag inside and looking at the weird guy in front with a bunch of eyes all over him.
"Where's that?" I asked, my memory of the story wiped out for a second.
He grinned. "Don't you remember? New York!"
Author's Note: Yay! First chapter of my first Percy Jackson fanfic. Please Read and Review, and if I need to change something or whatever, feel free to say so. Chapter 2 will be coming as soon as I have the time, so you'll have to wait. Thanks!