A.N. So, here's chapter 3. I hope you like it. Most likely, just a few more chapters, maybe 1 or 2, then I'll get to the big quest-type-thing that Percy Jackson fanficts need. At first, I had no idea why I named this "A name to uphold", but I had a stroke of genius at around 2 o'clock last night, or well this morning, when I couldn't sleep, after around five or six cans of Dr. Pepper at 1:45. (Not my smartest move) Anyway, enjoy I'll get to the good stuff soon, I promise. And I'm not Rick Riordan, in case you were wondering.
Chapter 3 Alex
If my stupid sister wants to be stupid, I don't care. Not my problem, right? She can make a huge mistake, and it shouldn't bother me at all, right? It does. A lot. Gods! Why do I care so much!? I curse myself, repeatedly, as I destroy dummy after dummy, without thinking. Mom doesn't understand, that's for sure. I'm just trying to keep my little sister from making a huge mistake! Yeah, little sister, I happened to be born three whole minutes before her. Holy Hades she is dense! Catie can't see, or maybe doesn't want to, the fact that I'm just trying to keep her safe. I know Josh; he's the kind of guy that makes you feel like most important girl in the world, until he gets tired of being called your boyfriend. Then, he just breaks up with you, and who cares about the reaction. I hate boys like that. No one like that can be called a man. They are so full of themselves, and they don't care about anyone else. I hope I'm not like that. No, I know I'm not like that.
I had just brutally murdered a practice dummy when I hear a familiar voice. "Are you okay, Son? You mom told me what happened. You seemed really upset with your sister." My dad wonders.
I know his intentions aren't to make me mad, but that is exactly what happened. "Go to Tartarus!" I snap, stabbing another dummy.
Dad just laughs and the sound catches me off guard. "I've been there. It's not fun. I don't really want to go back. Thank you for the offer, though."
I'll never understand my dad. When I expect him to be angry, he isn't. Maybe I remind him of him at my age, though I doubt it. From what my parents have told me, my dad wasn't anything like me. He just seems to get it, and not all parents do. My mom doesn't. Sometimes she doesn't even try. She just assumes. She calculates, and tries to find the wise, rational way to figure things out. It drives me nuts! I explain my predicament to my dad, and he slowly nods his head.
"I understand. It's what I love about her. It drives me crazier, crazier for her. Just give her a chance, Son. You'll find she's more compassionate than you give her credit for. Though, I'd apologize to your sister. She doesn't quite understand the way a brother thinks."
I guess my dad has to be right, he usually is. No, actually he's not, my mom is, but I figure he can't be too far off. So, I go find my sister. It's harder than I expect, she can be very hard to find when she doesn't want to be found. Finally though, I catch her.
"I'm sorry I ruined your 'moment' with What's-his-face. Am I forgiven?" I ask sincerly, and my sisters friends almost faint. I'm not sure how I did it, but it happends way too often. I assume it must be the way I move my eyebrows. I heard that girls like that stuff.
"Of course you are Alex. I guess we both over-reacted. Am I forgiven?" I just nod, smile, and rub the back of my head where she slapped me.