[PERCY JACKSON FANFICTION 🌊⚔️]
"My name is Alex Wild
Im 14 years old
Curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5'7,
That information is for the ladies."
Meet Alex Wild🧑🏻, a Wild kid who lives on the street, running away from the police,🏃🏻
And trying lives h...
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Alex Wild
Hello to all readers, if you are reading this you are probably a cute satyr at comic con.
Why satyr? I hope maybe you, survived
And why comic con? Because I've always dreamed of going there.
so sit back and read about my blowing mind story.
My name is Alex Wild Im 14 years old Curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5'7, That information is for the ladies.
I'm writing this story because maybe there is still a demigod out there
All that started at 11pm, dizingof street, tell aviv:
6 police cars, one kid, and guess what that kid is me, and yes the cars are totally chasing me.
what did I do? There's a chance I stole some things, but hey in my defense I'm kind of homeless.
you see my mom is in prison, the coolest thief you'll ever know, and I'm on the run from the police and child welfare.
I don't want anyone to take me to a new house or a boarding school and absolutely not to a juvenile detention center.
But hey running away from the police is my special talent, my mother taught me everything. hey look we've arrived,
I enter a dark alley while the police continue to drive the car without noticing that I turned into the alley.
I hold the rope, and with a light pull, a wooden ladder and ropes falls, what a cool entrance, to this day I am proud of myself for this.
I get on my ladder. I climb to the roof of a low building , yes I sleep here, I have an inflatable mattress here with all kinds of pillows scattered on it, next to it is a cardboard box with some food and water inside.
and all my clothes are scattered all over the roof.
How can you forget a picture in a small frame of me and my mother next to the mattress, I was 6 years old, she looked around 30, still the coolest person I know.
I haven't visited her in months but she understands, if I visit her I will be caught.
believe me when I tell you that the way I live now is better than anything they offer.
I have freedom why should I care about food and a comfortable bed if I will actually be imprisoned there.
Well, enough with the chatter, I haven't slept in 27 hours, I think, I'm dying of fatigue, good night.
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Sometimes I have unexplained dreams, it got more and more recently, but tonight it just got weirder.
