A/N: Hey! Percy Jackson and the Olympians does NOT belong to me.
The only thing that belongs to me is the character Brooke Tyne.
Please enjoy my story!
Chapter 1
Every day of my life starts out like this: Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth, miss bus, walk to school, get a tardy slip from school office, and then go to class and is excused from being late because my parents go to work early. My parents already explained that to the principal, so I'm excused every time.
But today was totally different, when I woke up I had the feeling that everything would change. Sometimes people say that that's the feeling when you know you're going to die. But I don't believe that. It can count for good things too.
I woke up and put on my clothes. A blood red t shirt, a teal zip up sweatshirt, black jeans, and my black wedge boots. Then ate breakfast and brushed my teeth.
Then the most amazing thing happened, I made it on the bus.
"Wow, Brooke, you made it." I commented to myself.
As soon as I got on I sat in the back in an empty seat. Then we stopped at the next bus stop. A boy entered and went to the back and sat next to me.
Just to clear this up, no one likes me, no one talks to me, and no one, absolutely no one, sits next to me.
I looked at the boy, he had shaggy messy black hair. His olive skin glowed in the light from the sun. His eyes were brown, they looked almost... wild.
He wore a pair of ripped black jeans and a sort of gothic black shirt, and a skull ring was on his finger. The strangest of all was his aviator's jacket, I hadn't seen one of those in a while.
He just looked straight forward. I decided he probably wasn't goth or emo. Emo isn't even a word so it doesn't exist, to my standards.
Then I noticed something he had, a sword. No one was allowed to have a weapon on the bus, or anywhere. Why did he have that sword?
The rest of the bus ride he looked straight forward. I looked out the window and listened to music.
As soon as we got to the school I went to my locker and got my books. My locker is surprisingly clean, compared to other people's lockers.
On my way to class I saw all of the teachers arguing. I have no idea why.
When I sat down at my desk I started drawing on a sketch pad. There was nothing else to do in class, it wasn't like I listened or something. I already knew everything the teacher was saying.
When I looked up I saw the teacher was standing next to the kid that was next to me on the bus.
"Class, this is our new student, Nico di Angelo. Nico would you like to say anything?"
Nico looked at Mrs. Kinster and said, "No, not really."
"Well then, since there's no other place left in the classroom you can sit by Brooke, she's in the corner over there," Mrs. Kinster pointed to where I was sitting and the empty desk next to mine.
Nico walked over to the desk and sat down, he looked down and his hair covered his eyes. Making him look mysterious and sad. During the whole lesson he looked the same way.
When it was time for lunch I sat at the table in the back, I never sat next to anyone. Everyone at my school is so annoying and doesn't care about anyone but themselves.
I heard someone sit in front of me. I look up and saw Nice di Angelo.
"Um... hi?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"Hi, nice drawing," he said as he looked at my sketchbook that I had brought with me to lunch.
"Uh, thanks. So... you're new here."
"Yeah. You?"
"Nope, I've been here since second grade."
"And you don't have any friends?" He asked
"Nope, not any," I responded.
He looked at me, as if making sure that I was 'friend material'.
"Well, um..."
"Are you asking to be my friend?" I asked.
"Sure..." he mumbled.
"Well then, welcome to my group," I held out my hand, he looked at it, then looked at me, and shook it.
When school ended I started to walk home, I noticed that Nico was behind me.
"What are you doing?" I turned around and looked at him.
"Just going home, I live right next to you."
"Oh."
"Yeah..."
This is a really awkward conversation.
"So... what are your parents like?" I asked.
"Um... I don't know," he responded.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm in the building to the left of your house." Nico turned and went inside his house. I looked at the building, it was tall, slender, and old. But what was standing out was the fake gold plate that said 'Orphanage for Boys'.
"Oh." I mumbled surprised.
That night I laid in my bed and thought about how Nico was sad, he never showed his face, it was like he was ashamed of being himself.
Him being an orphan just made me feel worse, how can I be a friend to someone who doesn't even have any parents? All I have is my Dad and that's fine with me.
My dad told me that my mom died when I was born. I always felt like I had killed her. Later, after a few unneeded counselor sessions I didn't feel any better. I felt almost worse. Then, I talked to my Dad and suddenly I felt better.
I haven't thought about my mom in years, why would this Nico kid make me remember her?
As I pondered on these thoughts I felt my eyelids droop and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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