We landed in Long Island, my watch was on English time but it would be six at night. I sighed. I was in my uniform still a plain white blouse, black skirt, black high knee socks and black shoes. I had my grey hoody on also. I grabbed my bags and Grover gave me a sad smile.
"Here we are, the US of A" I nodded and looked around. I didn't like it.
"Okay, here's the address to your moms apartment, she knows your coming and ill see you soon, Ef" he gave me a stinky note with the a address on.
"Okay, I'll miss you, Grover" I smiled sadly. He smiled widely and hugged me.
"Be safe." He warned. I sighed.
"Okay, mum" I rolled my eyes and Grover chuckled. He got me a cab and winked at me, he always did that.
"Where too?" The taxi, cab, driver had a thick accent. I gave him the sticky note. He nodded.
"So first time in the state?" He asked.
"Yeah." I mumbled, looking though my purse. I didn't have any American money. Only a hundred pound.
"C-can I pay you with British money? I haven't had time to transfer it." I lied, he chuckled.
"It's fine, kid. Where's your mom and dad then?" He asked.
"In England. I'm meeting my.. Aunt at her apartment" I lied. He nodded and smiled at me. He put on some American radio chat show. We where in silence until we reached the apartment.
"Thanks" I smiled and gave him twenty pounds. He chuckled.
"Keep your money, it's fine kid" he smiled. I nodded and smiled back, walking to the apartment. I looked for the name on the sticky note. 'Jackson'. I found it and pressed the buzzer. Someone let me in, so I walked upstairs. A woman, slightly curly brown hair and blue/green eyes opened the door. She was smiling but her smiled faded slightly.
"Oh, I though you was Percy. Who are you?" She asked curiously. Before I answered a boy, eleven walked passed me. He looked like me, we both had black messy hair and similar feature. He had sea green eyes though while I had sky blue.
"Mom!" He smiled and hugged her.
"Percy!" She smiled back. They looked at me, the woman's eyes lit up.
"Persephone?" She asked, her voice cracking. How did she know my real name? I hate that name.
"It's Effie, actually Mrs" without much warning she hugged me.
"I'm happy to see you again" she whispered and lead me inside. She lead me to a bedroom, the boy, Percy, following. I sat on the bed and raised an eyebrow.
"How much do you know?" She asked.
"I was adopted and my father is dead and my English teacher turned to a dog maybe?"
"Oh Effie!" She hugged me.
"Mom, who is she?" The boy asked.
"Percy, this is Effie. Your big sister" the boy and I both gasped.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, just Persephone.
So liking the story? Say if you do. BTW I HAVE DYSLEXIA AND ADHD sorry about spelling and stuff. So year.