Percy Jackson- Shots

That Day

I still remember that day. That day, when I was just a small little ten year old. When I was trapped in that cursed hotel. For decades. The decades of my life that I'll never get back.

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I remember standing at one of my favourite games, a game where you have to try and stop zombies from eating everybody. I didn't know why, but I really liked that game. I couldn't stop playing it. And that day, when I was playing it, I remember him coming up to me. A boy with black hair, maybe a few years older than me.

"Hey, what year is it?" He asked. So I told him.

"1941." I said. The boy scrunched his eyebrows.

"No it isn't. It's 2005." He said. I didn't take my eyes off of my game.

"No, it's 1941. August 27th, 1941." They boy looked scared.

"Oh, right. Um, thanks." Then he walked away. I hoped that I could play another round of my game, but I heard someone call my name.

"Nico!" My big sister, Bianca yelled. I turned around and faced her.

"Come on. You've had enough of that game. It's time for bed." She said. I groaned.

"But Bianca, it's only ten."

"Nico, it's bedtime."

"You're not the boss of me!" I said.

"Yes I am. Since mom and dad are dead, I'm your new parent. So you listen to me. And it's time for bed." She held out her hand. I ran up to her and held it. We walked out of the arcade, where we past the boy with black hair.

"What year is it?" He asked a girl with dark hair. I've seen her a couple times in the hotel.

"1993." The girl replied. The boy looked just as confused as he did when he asked me.

"Nico, it's rude to stare." Bianca said and pulled out of the room. But I thought about the boy with black hair. How he asked me what year it was. Then he asked someone else. I didn't think of it as a big deal.

Little did I know that that was Percy Jackson.