So this fanfic will be Опубликовано in chapters, and here's the first. The setting is Pre-Mark of Athena, but Post-Son of Neptune.
If you’re Чтение this, it isn’t a good sign. First, it means you’ve snuck into my room and stolen my diary (this very book)! It also means that when I find out, Ты will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real Вопрос is how you’ve managed to obtain this book. It means A) I’ve either been brutally murdered and am serving my eternal damnation in the Under World или B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean Ты have a while before I return. Now, I’m not going to go all cheesy diary on you. Don’t expect to find dramatic play-by-play scenes like “And then Tyson сказал(-а) this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” Ты get the point. And DEFINITELY don’t expect to find boys’ names drowning in seas of hearts and flowers. I assure you, my journal is anything but. So just sit back, relax, and read the story of my cursed demigod life.
It all started on a Tuesday. A very normal, very average Tuesday with a гитара lesson at six and Теннис at two. The whole trampled-to-death by spiders thing didn’t start until twelve. That definitely wasn’t on the schedule.
Let me explain.
It was 11:00 and I was sitting in English. Nothing exciting ever happens in English. Mr. Gaskins was droning on and on about some Shakespearean work and I, along with the rest of the class, was extremely bored. I don’t even think Tommy was awake. It was stifling in the classroom. The pressure of all of the humidity started to take its toll on my eyelids, too. My head started to slump onto my стол письменный, стол and my pen clattered to the floor. Just before my eyelids completely drooped closed, a thick tuft of my dark hair fell onto the desk. I looked at it curiously. Why would a clump of my hair fall out? I was only thirteen, I couldn’t be balding! Only, it wasn’t hair. The furry паук scuttled across my стол письменный, стол and I shrieked. Everybody turned around to stare at me. Tommy shot up. Mr. Gaskins stopped talking.
“S-sorry,” I mumbled stupidly. “Just a spider.“ They kept staring. “Um, as Ты were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the паук had fallen and not only was the паук still there, but dozens of other hairy-legged arachnids were literally multiplying. My classmates all ran shrieking from the room and I stood completely frozen. Spiders. They were filling up the entire classroom.
Every time one moved, another equally scary one sprung from its body. How is this happening? Pretty soon my instincts just took over. Destroy now, worry later. The only problem was that I had a horrible fear of spiders. They almost seemed to, as weird as it sounds, follow me. Like that one time when I was six…I could’ve sworn a тарантул six times the size of a usual breed had scuttled out of my closet. Dad didn’t believe me. And the other time when I was nine, I had taken a день trip to the park and a bright оранжевый many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring паук thing wasn’t exactly what I called a good time. I thought for a moment. I needed a plan. As my classmates and teacher evacuated the room, I grabbed the long pointer by the blackboard and prodded each creature I could reach with the wooden stick. Now, spiders don’t exactly react kindly to being wacked in the eyes, so I managed to make my way to the door…although bruised and scraped. I decided that this was too much for me. I just couldn’t accept that something so strange happened. I was used to good plain logic. Seeing no other solution, I took off down the hallway, my classmates staring at me like I was some sort of freak, and started to run Главная without looking back.
Tell me what Ты think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
If you’re Чтение this, it isn’t a good sign. First, it means you’ve snuck into my room and stolen my diary (this very book)! It also means that when I find out, Ты will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real Вопрос is how you’ve managed to obtain this book. It means A) I’ve either been brutally murdered and am serving my eternal damnation in the Under World или B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean Ты have a while before I return. Now, I’m not going to go all cheesy diary on you. Don’t expect to find dramatic play-by-play scenes like “And then Tyson сказал(-а) this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” Ты get the point. And DEFINITELY don’t expect to find boys’ names drowning in seas of hearts and flowers. I assure you, my journal is anything but. So just sit back, relax, and read the story of my cursed demigod life.
It all started on a Tuesday. A very normal, very average Tuesday with a гитара lesson at six and Теннис at two. The whole trampled-to-death by spiders thing didn’t start until twelve. That definitely wasn’t on the schedule.
Let me explain.
It was 11:00 and I was sitting in English. Nothing exciting ever happens in English. Mr. Gaskins was droning on and on about some Shakespearean work and I, along with the rest of the class, was extremely bored. I don’t even think Tommy was awake. It was stifling in the classroom. The pressure of all of the humidity started to take its toll on my eyelids, too. My head started to slump onto my стол письменный, стол and my pen clattered to the floor. Just before my eyelids completely drooped closed, a thick tuft of my dark hair fell onto the desk. I looked at it curiously. Why would a clump of my hair fall out? I was only thirteen, I couldn’t be balding! Only, it wasn’t hair. The furry паук scuttled across my стол письменный, стол and I shrieked. Everybody turned around to stare at me. Tommy shot up. Mr. Gaskins stopped talking.
“S-sorry,” I mumbled stupidly. “Just a spider.“ They kept staring. “Um, as Ты were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the паук had fallen and not only was the паук still there, but dozens of other hairy-legged arachnids were literally multiplying. My classmates all ran shrieking from the room and I stood completely frozen. Spiders. They were filling up the entire classroom.
Every time one moved, another equally scary one sprung from its body. How is this happening? Pretty soon my instincts just took over. Destroy now, worry later. The only problem was that I had a horrible fear of spiders. They almost seemed to, as weird as it sounds, follow me. Like that one time when I was six…I could’ve sworn a тарантул six times the size of a usual breed had scuttled out of my closet. Dad didn’t believe me. And the other time when I was nine, I had taken a день trip to the park and a bright оранжевый many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring паук thing wasn’t exactly what I called a good time. I thought for a moment. I needed a plan. As my classmates and teacher evacuated the room, I grabbed the long pointer by the blackboard and prodded each creature I could reach with the wooden stick. Now, spiders don’t exactly react kindly to being wacked in the eyes, so I managed to make my way to the door…although bruised and scraped. I decided that this was too much for me. I just couldn’t accept that something so strange happened. I was used to good plain logic. Seeing no other solution, I took off down the hallway, my classmates staring at me like I was some sort of freak, and started to run Главная without looking back.
Tell me what Ты think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
WELCOME!
After that warm welcome I feel a tad like my uncle/cousin, Apollo.
Anyways, the Название says it all. Who the heck is your godly parent?
Mine, Ты ask?
Ah, I thought you'd know from Чтение The Trap Door on Wattpad!
No, really, Ты should know.
Anyways, mine are Poseidon and (yes I have to godly parents...I'm a goddess myself) Athena...
Shocked? I thought Ты would be.
I know, impossible match, right? Yeah, I thought so, too.
So, here's YOUR challenge:
Below, in the comments, tell us who your godly parent/ parents are.
Tell if Ты are a god или goddess, and what Ты are of. (Did that make sence?)
Make an Статья with a link to this one to prove your awesome challengeness!
In that article, tell about Ты godly parent(s) and your story on how Ты discovered Ты were a demigod/god/goddess.
Don't worry! I'm doing one, too!
Can't wait to see them! Now, I'm off to work on my Сообщить for English!
~goddessoflife~
After that warm welcome I feel a tad like my uncle/cousin, Apollo.
Anyways, the Название says it all. Who the heck is your godly parent?
Mine, Ты ask?
Ah, I thought you'd know from Чтение The Trap Door on Wattpad!
No, really, Ты should know.
Anyways, mine are Poseidon and (yes I have to godly parents...I'm a goddess myself) Athena...
Shocked? I thought Ты would be.
I know, impossible match, right? Yeah, I thought so, too.
So, here's YOUR challenge:
Below, in the comments, tell us who your godly parent/ parents are.
Tell if Ты are a god или goddess, and what Ты are of. (Did that make sence?)
Make an Статья with a link to this one to prove your awesome challengeness!
In that article, tell about Ты godly parent(s) and your story on how Ты discovered Ты were a demigod/god/goddess.
Don't worry! I'm doing one, too!
Can't wait to see them! Now, I'm off to work on my Сообщить for English!
~goddessoflife~
Percy,
He ran back to the Argo II, afraid and hopeful at the same time, just in time to see Piper and Hazel dragging Annabeth's lifeless body across the трава " NO! He yelled!", he cradled her cool head, the one that never again would spout Болталка facts he didnt want. He knelt, distraught. Slowly, everyone left. He would'nt. His only though was Annabeth. After a few hours, Nico came." Percy, I know this is tough, but if she is gone, she cant come back." He thought." Can Ты get to her as a ghost?"
Nico shrugged " I suppose, but its late Percy, tomorrow."
He ran back to the Argo II, afraid and hopeful at the same time, just in time to see Piper and Hazel dragging Annabeth's lifeless body across the трава " NO! He yelled!", he cradled her cool head, the one that never again would spout Болталка facts he didnt want. He knelt, distraught. Slowly, everyone left. He would'nt. His only though was Annabeth. After a few hours, Nico came." Percy, I know this is tough, but if she is gone, she cant come back." He thought." Can Ты get to her as a ghost?"
Nico shrugged " I suppose, but its late Percy, tomorrow."