Daughter of the Sky, Son of the Sea - Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Ok. Calm down. It's not like it's the end of the world, you'll settle in eventually... Right?

I took a deep breath in, then released it. Maybe if I close my eyes it will all be a dream. Even though I knew I was just being stupid, I scrunched my eyes shut and opened them again a few seconds later. Nope, the school was still there.

I sighed loudly. Well, I'm here now. No backing out.

I threw my shoulders back and lifted my head up, heaving my bag up higher on my shoulder and striding towards the big glass doors confidently. Just act like you belong. 

Thank god it's signposted, I thought to myself as I spotted a plain blue sign pointing to the right saying 'Reception', leading down a long corridor. I followed the rest of the signs until I came to another door with a gold plaque on it reading 'Reception' again.

I opened the door and immediately gasped out loud. The woman who sat behind the desk bore an uncanny resemblance to Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. She was short, chubby, and had small watery yet beady eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. She wore a crumped velvet dress and ugly shoes that looked like they had gone out of fashion in the 1800s. On her head was a shapeless hand-knitted hat that certainly didn't compliment the colour of her dress. On the floor at her feet was a handbag fit for the stereotypical old lady, and certainly not fit for someone with an office job like herself. In neat piles on her desk, seemingly filed according to different categories, were pieces of paper, aligned with the edges of the table. Also on the desk was a plain and boring-looking computer, a stack of Post-It notes, and a desk tidy with a few pens in it.

"Can I help you?" she snapped irritably, looking me up and down. I had bought the uniform the school had told me I needed, but now I felt like I had forgotten half my clothes. Her glare seemed to burn into my skin.

"Hi, uh... I'm n-new here, and I was told that, uh... I would be m-meeting someone here to show me around?" I asked timidly. So much for the confidence.

She gave me a death glare as if I was purposefully ruining her day, and said in a disgruntled tone, "Yes, your guide for the first week of school is late, as usual. After the first week you'll have to make do on your own," she said with a sickly evil grin.

My stomach turned as I thought of the person who would be my guide. Why did I have to have the one that's late? I thought to myself miserably.

Just at that moment I caught a glimpse through the large glass window in the office facing the corridor of a disheveled figure running towards the office.

A boy burst through the door, breathing heavily, his shirt half untucked, his hair sticking up all over the place, and his face red with breathlessness. He grabbed onto the edge of a table and bent over, trying to get his breath back.

"Sorry- I'm- late," he gasped.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," the receptionist snapped.

After a couple of minutes, he managed to get his breath back, and he straightened up so I could finally see his face. An inaudible gasp escaped my lips as I took in his features. His jet black hair stuck up messily at different angles, making him look like he just rolled out of bed. His bright sea green eyes were mesmerising to look at, and I could feel myself easily getting lost in them and not want to look away for hours. His tall, lean body showed he worked out, but it wasn't displeasing to the eye.

As I was studying him, I couldn't help but think he was really good-looking.

I found myself staring at him for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and gave me a goofy lop-sided smile, holding out his hand for me to shake.