So this fanfic will be گیا کیا پوسٹ in chapters, and here's the first. The setting is Pre-Mark of Athena, but Post-Son of Neptune.
If you’re reading 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, آپ will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real سوال 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 یا B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean آپ 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 کہا this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” آپ 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 گٹار lesson at six and tennis at two. The whole trampled-to-death سے طرف کی 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 ڈیسک 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 مکڑی scuttled across my ڈیسک 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 آپ were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the مکڑی had fallen and not only was the مکڑی 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 tarantula کی, ترانٹولا 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 دن trip to the park and a bright مالٹا, نارنگی many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring مکڑی 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 سے طرف کی 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 ہوم without looking back.
Tell me what آپ think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
If you’re reading 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, آپ will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real سوال 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 یا B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean آپ 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 کہا this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” آپ 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 گٹار lesson at six and tennis at two. The whole trampled-to-death سے طرف کی 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 ڈیسک 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 مکڑی scuttled across my ڈیسک 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 آپ were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the مکڑی had fallen and not only was the مکڑی 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 tarantula کی, ترانٹولا 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 دن trip to the park and a bright مالٹا, نارنگی many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring مکڑی 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 سے طرف کی 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 ہوم without looking back.
Tell me what آپ think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
OMG GUISE THIS IS THE FULL منظر پیش OF THE DEMIGOD DIARIES
Annabeth and I were relaxing on the great lawn in Central park when she ambushed me with a question.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
I went into red alert mode. It's easy to panic when you're a new boyfriend. Sure, I'd fought monsters with Annabeth for years. Together we'd face the wrath of the gods. We'd battled Titans and calmly faced death a dozen times. But now that we were dating, one frown from her and I freaked. What had I done wrong?
I mentally reviewed the picnic list: Comfy Blankets? Check. Annabeth's favourite پیزا with extra olives? Check. Chocolate toffee from La Maison du Chocolat? Check.Weapons in case of a sudden greek mythological apocalypse?
So what had I forgotten?
I was tempted (briefly) to bluff my way through. Two things stopped me. First, I didn't want to lie to Annabeth. Second, she was too smart. She'd see right through me.
Annabeth and I were relaxing on the great lawn in Central park when she ambushed me with a question.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
I went into red alert mode. It's easy to panic when you're a new boyfriend. Sure, I'd fought monsters with Annabeth for years. Together we'd face the wrath of the gods. We'd battled Titans and calmly faced death a dozen times. But now that we were dating, one frown from her and I freaked. What had I done wrong?
I mentally reviewed the picnic list: Comfy Blankets? Check. Annabeth's favourite پیزا with extra olives? Check. Chocolate toffee from La Maison du Chocolat? Check.Weapons in case of a sudden greek mythological apocalypse?
So what had I forgotten?
I was tempted (briefly) to bluff my way through. Two things stopped me. First, I didn't want to lie to Annabeth. Second, she was too smart. She'd see right through me.
This is just the regular,you know,I'm crazy about HOO,and this is my first fanfic.Please review!
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