Holly Watson And the For Granted Trident

Chapter 1 The Guy with the Hairy Socks

Disclaimer: The Percy Jackson and Heroes Of Olympus books do not belong to me and either so the charactors they only belong to Uncle Rick (Rick Riordan.) It all started when I was on the bus home from school. I should probably give you some context, I'm Holly Watson and if I had friends they would call me Will cause Willow is my middle name. I am 12 years old and I have ADHD and Dyslexia and I'm am also a kleptomaniac. I have been kicked out of every school I have gone to (Except Homeschool, which was half of  second grade only). I am an weirdo, idiot, stupid or dumb dork, you get the idea, or so I've heard, and my mom is single. Anyways aside from my pathetic life, I was on the bus and people were doing the usual, throwing moldy sandwiches at me that they'd purposely left in their backpacks for months. But I didn't care because I would be home soon and I could hope I would get dinner.

At my stop I went to "Dumpster lane" I called it and scrounged for food or anything worth my time. I was lucky and found a peanut butter jar that was hardly scraped out it had a few ants but hey, their great protein, and ate it as a after school snack. Then I made my way home. I live in a small rental three roomed house in Manhattan one bedroom a bathroom and a living room/ kitchen.

I spied the rich Burtons house and hopped the five foot fence and landed in there back yard like usual. I kicked their pitbulls face and it callapsed in pain before it could even growl. I stole A.KA borrowing without giving back is what I said it was, some of their grapes from their grape vine. Then hopped the fence as the dog realized what was happening and started barking and Mr. Burton came out and yelled at me, but why would I care.

Finally I got home and ran to my room, it was a simple room with a small worn down bed, night table, mirror and a backpack on a hook with all my belongings in it. I sat on my bed it creaking like a rusty gate. My dirty salt and peppery hair fell on my shoulders and I thought. I thought for half a hour which felt like a few seconds thanks to ADHD then I got up and changed out of my school uniform into dirty jeans and a ripped black shirt by best looking clothes besides my school uniform. My mom didn't let me wear it at home cause she said I would ruin it, which was true.

I waited around for a while and finally my mom came home she walked up the dirt path to our house and opened the door. She looked at me and smiled. My mom was a AWSOME mom she had blue eyes and brown hair up in a messy bun she was a waitress at Waffle House. She always smiled at me no matter how bad she felt.

My mom said "I brought dinner!" in a sing-songy voice. I ran to the table, a few boards on cabinets, and saw what was inside it was some old waffles and butter packets. My mom sometimes brought home waffles from waffle house when they were too old to sell but not too old too eat.

My mom made a fire outside our house and we found some sticks and washed them then we put the waffles on the sticks and warmed them up with butter. I also brought the grapes from the Burtons house. We then ate and it was delicious, but something wasn't right.

Nothing had been quite right today. Every thing had been some what normal today, great in fact, I got on the bus without anyone noticing me and avoided getting hit with apple sauce at lunch. Once I was at school no one saw me. They looked at me and talked about me behind their backs. But it wasn't right. I had felt someone was watching me all day blending with the crowd. I remembered something, that kid my age...

I remembered seeing him on the bus staring at me and at lunch and glimpses in  the hallway always looking just looking. He hadn't been there before today just today.

My brain trailed off as I jumped back to reality, and my mom had been talking to me I said "What did you say I was thinking." She just looked at me and restarted what she was saying, this happened a lot. I listened to my mom without really listening, finally after dinner my mom said to get ready for school tomorrow which basically meant get your uniform out and clean or as clean as possible. After I cleaned the uniform and my face I got into my pajamas which was just old cotton shorts and a big T shirt. Then I brushed my teeth and went to bed.