So i just realized i have...

100 REVIEWS!

Congratulations guys! I love you all sooooo much! I also know that most of you aren't very happy with Percy's... um...

Death.

Well, that's what makes my story original and that's what keeps you coming back for more so stay tuned and btw's Percy's not totally out of the story. *wink*

'Beep, Beep'

The constant ringing of my alarm clock was enough to drag me out of my dream. Not that I minded. For the most part I dreaded the thought of sleeping, because of the haunting dreams I always had of a man with black hair and sea green eyes. The most common was of his death, but there were some about a woman with raven black hair and electrifying blue eyes.

Sister Mary Saint came up with a theory; God was bestowing upon me the pain of another to see if I was strong enough. But I didn't think so. I don't really believe in God or Jesus, but I was put in 'God's house of the Special' but truly special meant 'unwanted'. What are these people stupid? If we really were special our parents would have wanted us. I never knew mine; I'm not even in the government's records or the hospitals. Apparently I'm not supposed to exist!

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand; 6:00. Slowly I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom and cranked the water all the way hot. Water temperature never really bothered me, in fact I felt way better and energized after any contact with water. Another thing Sister Mary tries, and fails, to explain.

By the time I exit the bathroom I'm in full gear, allowing my brain to actually function, regaining memory; like that I set my alarm an hour ahead so it was really 5:00 when I woke up. It was an easy method; my brain knows that 6:00 is the minimum time to wake up if you're fine with sticking your hair in a ponytail, which I'm honestly not. It takes me at least an hour to shower and pick out clothes much less put on makeup and blow dry.

"Brenna! Hurry up, we are about to start!" my roommate Ailsa called from the doorway. I groaned, not wanting to have to do this all over again; the same morning routine everyday and the same boring things.

In the morning we all got ready for the day and headed down to the church building were we did our prayers. After praying to god and thanking him for all that he has 'done' for us, (I mean seriously… I think we decide what we do for ourselves and even if God did exist, he wouldn't interfere), we head to our first class which is, you guessed it; Religion!

I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time before rushing out the door. My white hair, which was as white as snow, was French braided at the side from the top of my scalp. I had a subtle touch of mascara just to make my face longer and a dap of cherry lip gloss. The church bell started to ding so I grabbed my cashmere scarf and flew out the door.

I slid into the seat beside Ailsa right before the priest began. "Took you long enough." Ailsa was from Africa, so she was black and had a strange accent but I got used to it after she tutored me for a few months.

"Sorry, two hours to get ready and I'm STILL late!" After that I let out a string of curses which Sister Samantha glares at me for before returning to the prayers. I sigh, this was not the life every girl wants; to make it worse it was an all girls orphanage which means that the dream of being that special someone's goddess is not an option. The nuns at our orphanage expect us to follow their example and become nuns as well, 'fat chance'.

Suddenly it came again. Another vision. More like a mental conversation though. There he stood, his black hair ruffled and his sea green eyes wild. He wore battle armor and was standing tall with a proud smirk on his face.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou…" I continue on and on as he just chuckles.

Finally I regain my composure and look strait at him, "How do you always know when we are doing prayers?" I place a hand on my hip and raise my blonde eyebrow.

"I was never one for religion either; especially since I found out when I was twelve they are all fake."

"How can you prove something is fake when you can't see it!" I countered, a smirk playing on my lips.

"You see something more powerful than that of the religion."

"Like what the Greek gods?" I scoffed. This guy was an idiot, I mean seriously I didn't believe in god, but I don't believe in any other gods either.

But the man just smiled, "Exactly!" The smile stayed plastered on his face until thunder was heard in the background where it turned into a sad smile, like he was remembering something that once brought joy but now just brought pain. I felt an odd sensation like I HAD to comfort him like it was the least I could do.

"She's waiting for you." I stared up at the man, confused. 'Yup, definitely bonkers.' I thought.

"Who's waiting for me?" I asked, curious. He smiled warmly before replying, "Your mot-"

My eyes sprung open just as it was my turn to exit the church. 'Was he going to say my mother?' I thought. No, it wasn't possible. They looked up all people with the last names Grace but the only woman they found was a woman who died, like, a bazillion years ago. She had a daughter too, but she went missing for three years when the police finally found her corpse in a dumpster. Actually I had two last names when they found me; Jackson and Grace. It was left up to the nuns to decide which I would take, and it didn't take them very long to decide. They would do anything to get on gods 'path to heaven' even though most of them are anything but good.

So I became Benna Grace.

Me: this is just the begining! (Rubs hands together evily)

Benna: Hey, Mrs. Author...

Me: Yes.

Benna: Who's the man i was talking to ?

Me: (sing-song voice) I can't tell you!

Benna: Oh yes you can and you WILL!

(Grabs me by the collar of my shirt)

Me: Wow, you really are your mothers daughter...

Benna: What about my mother? Do you know her? TELL ME!

Me: To learn that, my dear child you must stay tuned!

Benna: UGHHH!

Me: now much to my dismay, (because the number 100 looks so beautiful on the review part), Review please and hopefully we'll make it to... 150, maybe even 200! OMG LOVE YOU GUYS!

Benna: (evil planning to herself) Maybe we can plan a protest, say we won't read unless she tells me... (gradually get's louder by each YES) YES...YES... YES!