Sorry about the spelling. I dont have microsoft word, I use word pad. Its great, but there is no spell check.
I dont own any characters except for Charolette and Peyton. Anything you recognize is Rick's.
Chapter 1:
FLASH!
The woman walked into the house as if it was her own. The mother of the 2 children, Sally Jackson, was at work in downtown new york, and the 2 six year old twins were home.
The girl got up, and walked over to where the woman was standing. "Momma?" she asked. She had long, brown hair pulled back into pigtail french braids, and stunning green eyes.
The boy, noticing his sisters dissapearence, followed the girls path to the kitchen. He looked a lot like the girl, with shorter, shaggy hair.
The woman bent down and grabbed the girl. She let out a blood-curtling scream. "MOMMYYYY!"
The woman smacked the girl across the face. "QUIET!" But the girl only sobbed harder, calling out for her mommy.
"Sissy?" The boy said tentatively, walking up to the woman. She grabbed the boy, and ran out of the apartment. The mother would soon come home and panic, noticing her children were missing.
FLASH!
"Someone get the trash!" The same woman, a few years older, yelled. She staggered toward the kitchen counter, leaning against it drunkenly.
The boy and girl exchanged glances. They were both a few years older, maybe nine now.
"I'll get it." The girl scowled, giving the mother an annoyed look.
"You got it yesterday." The boy said quietly.
"No matter." The girl shrugged.
"Get on with it!" the woman, Charolette, yelled. She smacked the girl across the back. the girl had grown a lot since that day,both maturity wise and appearence. Her curly brown hair now fell down her back in layers.
The girl fled out the door.
FLASH!
The fire blazed. The girl and boy were both crouched behind the couch. Charolette was drunk, clearly. She had a lighter and a broom in her hand. She had a mad look in her eye.
The woman lit the broom on fire, before making her way towards the twins trapped between the couch and coffee table. She swung it. The girl shoved the boy to the ground, and flung her arms in front of her face.
The broom came in contact with a loud hissing noise. It was greek fire. The girl screamed, looking terrified at the peeling on her arm.
"RUN!" she screamed. She, along with the boy, were about 11 or 12 now. They both jumped up, just as the fire hit the gas generator. There was an explosion, and then-
FLASH!
The boy was with his mother now. They were both crying. He hadn't seen her since the day they were kidnapped when they were six.
"Where will i go to school?"
"Yancy is a nice boarding school outside of the city i was thinking about."
"Kay."
And with that, Percy Jackson woke up from his dream. He turned around. Hazel and Frank were sleeping. But he could only register one thought. He had a sister. Well, he had had a sister. She was dead now. Or so he thought...