The Follower

Chapter 1

   
 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the PJO series or the cover picture.

  THE LAST THING I NEEDED was to be away from him. I just finished fighting in a war about two months ago, I literally crawled out of hell. I survived the darkest pit in the underworld, more terrifying than words can describe. I'm exhausted, and I still fought queen dirtface. I survived, we survived.

     

      Now, the only thing that kept me alive that whole time is across a continent from me. I love Percy Jackson, but he is in New York, while I am in San Francisco. I am stuck here with my artificial family that hates me, counting the days until I can see him. Actually, hate may be too strong a word. My father doesn't hate me, he's just too busy to make time for me. I don't mean to sound conceded, but I think that is ridiculous. He insisted I stay here in San Francisco,  thousands of miles from Percy to live with a step mom that hates me and he is too busy to give me the time of day. When I came here, I was actually happy that I would be able to form a real connection with my dad, but it didn't turn out that way. I know my dad means well, but he frustrates me sometimes.

            Helen, on the other hand, does hates me. She thinks that I, being a demigod, create a "highly dangerous environment" for her twin sons, Bobby and Mathew. They can be a bit demanding of care, but they love me and I am extremely fond of them, as well. Mathew is 12 minutes older than Bobby and they both recently turned nine, going into fourth grade. I, on the other hand, will be going into eleventh grade at Lincoln Highschool.

             I have been to this Highschool for one year before, but I did not attend last year because the only priority I had was to find Percy. That was the year that Cow Queen kidnapped him. In the previous year I attended, I made three close friends. Their names were Chris, who had dark brown hair and green eyes, Micah, who had black hair that shaded his brown eyes, and Tajah, a loud-mouthed girl who cussed a lot. She had light brown eyes that matched her skin and crazy dreadlocks. They were not as close to me as Hazel, Thalia, or any of the seven, but they were definitely good friends. I was very excited to surprise them when I came to school tomorrow, the beginning of the year. 

      That night, I went to bed early-around 9:00- so I could wake up on time for school the next day. Anxious, I had a hard time falling asleep. This bed reminded me of when I was little and I would hide under the covers for fear of the spiders that were gathering around me, trying to consume me. For some reason, I believed they could swallow me whole, despite the fact that I was so much bigger than them. I know now they can't hurt me, though. If Tartarus couldn't break me, they sure as hell can't. I know now I don't need Percy to protect me. I am strong. These thoughts of Percy and bravery and anxiety for the upcoming day lulled me into a peacefull sleep.