CHAPTER ONE

The Dream

I woke up from my dream dazed.
In it,
I was five years old again and a tree was burning. It was dead.
I was standing in a ring of fire, my mom on the other side of it screaming my name.
I didn't see what all the fuss was about. I wasn't dying.
It began raining. The sky that had been bright blue moments ago was dark and cloudy.
Zeus was helping me.
Most likely under my fathers orders.
Dad controled water, but could not make it fall from the sky. Only the Rain god could do that.
Zeus was the rain god.
Poisedon was the god of the sea.
Poisedon was my dad.

I sat up on my couch and rubbed my eyes.
Today was the last day of High School at Walden. Walden High School opened up a year ago in Manhatten, named after Walden Pond, a place where some famous guy wrote a lot of famous poems.
Big deal.

My room was painted Lilac and covered with band posters; e.g. Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, The Beatles, Aly & Aj, Taylor Swift, etc...
Covered in movie posters; e.g. Once, Fantastic Four, The Messengers, Get Smart, Night At The Museum, etc....
Covered in drawings of elves, fairies and gods and goddesses,
And covered in photos of my friends and I being enormusly stupid. Some were of my High School friends and I being stupid; some were of my Half blood friends and I being stupid. Either way, we were all being stupid.
The only common fact between them.
My wall above my bed, written in black marker, giant words read out the lyrics to my favorite song. Next to that was my body length mirror, decorated in blue, black, red and green marker, words like POO HEAD and I KICKED THUMPERS ASS littering the sides of it. Not to mention the hearts and bubbles.
My bed was made and empty, and my light wooden desk facing the busy NY street below was messy with overdue school reports. my dark wooden floor and rug was littered with crumpled up peices of paper and my guitar lay on the ground instead of on its stand.

I put on my black, skinny jeans and a multi colored rainbow polka-dotted singlet.
Over that I put my gray Walden jersey on. I picked up my orange backpack off the floor and slammed my white closet door shut, then headed to my bed room door which had a Green Day poster on it and an MCR poster underneath it.

Funfun, the last day of school.
This was going to be riot.
And I meant that. Literally.