Kyle Snu and the Mark of Ananke (PJO fanfic)

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I walked out of the building. Snow blanketed the pavement beneath my feet. The dark sky shown no stars at all, and the only light came from a broken lamppost near the sidewalk. My dad was no where to be seen. He should have been there to pick me up. Practice ended half an hour ago. I swung my back pack off and looked through until I found a small foil package labeled Mythomagic. The swim team had a Secret Santa thing every year, of course I never got anything useful. I tossed the cards into a trash bin next to the lamppost. As if on queue my stepfather Hunter drove up next to me in his black Mercedes and rolled down the window. Although he was my stepfather, we looked extremely alike. We both had pitch black hair, bright green eyes, and a similar scrawny build. The main difference was his slightly darker skin.

"Need a ride?"

I couldn't help but smile, something in his voice always made me crack up. "You're late."

"Sorry Kyle, I still had a few papers to grade."

"Did I pass my history test."

"What do you think? I raised you to know everything that ever happened. Tenth grade history is nothing."

"True, so you gave me an A?"

"No, you earned an A."

"Good enough for me."

"So how was practice?"

"Pretty stupid. We did a Secret Santa exchange. I got some stupid Myth cards."

He began to look a little concerned. "Really? Where are they?"

"I threw them away, it was a stupid looking game."

He began to get a little more calm. "Oh."

After that we sat in silence. Carrie Underwood's Little Toy Guns played on the radio. I looked around at the trees and hills surrounding the car. Pennsylvania looks amazing all the time. Even in the dead cold of winter.

After about two more miles of snowy hills reflecting the moonlight, we pulled into a small driveway leading up to are small cottage like house. We got out and walked in the back door, the front door is always to snowed in. Inside the house was warm and the smell of cinnamon filled the air.

I turned to my dad, "So what's for dinner?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"Lobster and caviar."

He gave me a comical smirk. "Are you even hungry?"

"Not really."

"Well then I'll make myself a bowl of cereal."

I walked to my room as he went into the kitchen. Not much to look at in my room. Just a bed and dresser. Unlike most kids I don't spend lots of time playing video games or watching television. Normally I just study or sleep. And because I have no homework, sleep it is. I sprawled out across my bed and closed my eyes. As usual I immediately fell asleep and dreams began to play in my head.