Amelia Wise, Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Wensday

I thought of what a horrible day it was going to be. I was greeted by my smoke-scented foster parents early in the morning. I tried to avoid them as musch as possible, even at home. I squeezed in between them and the wall as they had their early morning cigarette on the couch.

I had read somewhere that second-hand smoke was bad for you, so with my shirt pulled over my nose, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a shiny green apple.

"Amelia, you idiot. Are you going to school now?" Grumbled my foster father, Bob. He took a long suck at his smoke and slowly exhaled the poison into the living room. I rolled my light grey eyes and replied.

"Yes. I'll be home before ten tonight, I have a project I need to work on with friends." I said. Thought it was a complete lie. I hated my 'family' so much I was just waiting for the right opportunity to high tail it out of there and run away like I had done so many times.

My foster mother flicked her cigarette embers into her dingy burnt grey robe "What friends? You don't have any friends." She wheezed.

"Yah. Your right." I retored, trying to hide my sarcasm. I wasn't about to get yelled at in the morning "I'm going now." I walked to the door and with the two adults paying absolutely no attention to me at all, I slipped my hand into Bob's coat pocket and pulled out his wallet. As quietly as I could, I pulled out two twenties and put the wallet back where I had found it.

It was a common routine for me by then. I wasn't a thief, but I needed money for food and clothes. God knows I didn't get any from them originally. I walked out of the door and into the small porch.

To the left of the door I grabbed my dirty white roller blades and put them on. I loved to skate, it was the only thing that cleared my head. It also helped getting to school. Either walk three blocks in New York and get there late, or get there fast and have fun.

I skated with a mildly cool breeze while munching on my apple. Looking at all the angry people in traffic and the hurried pedestrians.

In little to no time I had arrived at Maddison High School. The halls were abuzz with gossip and laughter. I quickly switched into normal shoes and stuffed my rollerskates in my locker. Yep I thought today is gonna be so bad.

See, every Wensday, which it was, my bully would come and beat me up after lunch at her locker. Luckily for me, the first two periods were simple. Science and Reading.

Then, lunch finally rolled around. As I entered the lunchroom, I saw my friends wave to me from our special table in the corner.

"No friends" I grumbled to myself. I'd beg to differ. I had three best friends, Helen Adams, Georgia Ross, and River Lee. As I sat down my anger dissolved and was replaced by a big smile.

"Hey Amelia." Said River. She grabbed her books and set them on the ground so I could sit. I sat down my tray of mashed potatoes and pizza, and took a seat.

River started talking to Helen while finger-combing her sort black hair. Helen was intently at River, being the wonderful listener that she was, and eating her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That left Georgia and me to chat. Which started of a bit weird.

"Mashed potatoes and pizza? Really?" She questioned with a smile. I returned with a playful grin. "Hey. I love mashed potatoes and pizza is amazing."

Georgia crinkled up her face. "Gross.." She hated potatoes and cheese, so it was understandable why she didn't like my lunch. She had always been a good friend, despite being a bit picky.

 We talked mindlessly for a few minutes then silence. Then we just listened to River telling Helen about her crazy summer in Florida.

"And then," she said with her eyes getting wide " my cousin got caught by an alligator!" Helen gasped and asked if he was okay. "Oh yeah, he's fine, but he now has a WICKED scar."

Just as soon as lunch started, it finished and my friends dispersed into the crowded hallway. I slowly made it to my locker, cursing to myself about how slow people are in the halls.

Just as soon as I had opened my locker, it was slammed shut with a bang. Oh no, I thought. I turned around and behind me was Joe, short for Joanna.

"Hey tiny Amelia Wise." She said in her masculine voice, her face barley inches from mine. "Prepare for pain."

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Hi! I know It's just the beginning, but I'm so exited! I really hope you like it so far. I will try my best to make it as best and magical as I can. Enjoy!!

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