What happens if Voldemort had a child with a Greek goddess? What happens if this boy has the power to defeat him, and other powerful people. But when the goddess sees the power hungry and evil she takes the boy to another continent, to be raised to...
Okay so I had to go to high school. So as a habbit for my panic attacks I snap the rubber band that's on my wrist. I had black jeans, with a grey short sleeve shirt on.
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I walk to school. When I get there a lot of them are staring at me. I walk to the office and grabbed my scheduale and locker cobination. I get my things for the first class and walk to that class listening to music snapping the band on my wrist. The teacher motions me to take off the ear phones. I turn off the music and slide them to hang around my shoulders.
He motions me in front of the class.
"Okay you must state your name, age, anything intresting about yourself, and why You came to this school." The teacher said.
"I am Brandon Hero Riddle-Solace-McKenzie, I am Fourteen, I had traveled the world with my first adopted mother. She was a traveling Doctor. I am fluent in Russian, German, Indian, African, Spanish, Greek, Latin, Japanese and Chinese. I was In Egypt when I had witnessed my mother get murdered by theives at the age of seven. I was adopted by the McKenzie's two weeks later. I have been shot in the stomach. It was extremely painful. I was shot because my friends stepdad was drunk and abused him and we turned him in but he grabbed a gun and went to shoot him and I went in front of him. A month before my eleventh birthday my home was home invaded in which I was chained to a chair and watch my second adopted parents get murdered. I was considered a doctor in Africa because of my knowledge and experience. I was claimed missing since then and I finally escaped and now forced to school. If you see me zone out I am probably have flashbacks. If you need help with any school work I can also help you. I came here because my friends family is fostering me." I said looking at the gapping teacher if I was done.
I quickly sat down and everyone is staring at me in shock. One asked me to prove I can speak those languages. So I said Hello, my name is Brandon in each language. The bell rang I quickly got up and walked to my next class.
That's how my classes went. They would ask me to introduce myself and prove that I could. In my spanish class I did it in spanish and the teacher smiled at me and said that spoke it fluently. I told her of course. I had lived there for months and would come back once a year for the hospitals. I told her that I was fluent in the others also. That I am just taking this class because it says I need to have it to graduate.
Paul picked me up from school and I was eating blue cookies as I told them how the day went. When there was three nocks on the door. Sally opened it to see low and behold Percy. I grabbed the plates of cookies and went to my room.
"Brandon get back in here with the cookies young man." Sally called.
I walked in there with an empty plate. I gave it to Percy and told him they were invisibale. He actly thought that they were invisable. I laughed so did Paul until he told me to give him at leat one cookie. I took out a charmed one and hand it to him with a fake sigh. Percy eyed the cookie with distrust. When he bit into the cookie I went on laughing like a maniac. His hair turned Green and his skin turned pail and scales popped out onto his hand. Sally and Paul gapped at me while Percy glared at me.
"Turn me back right now." He said crossing his arms.
"No you deserve this." I said looking at him with a straight face.
"I said I'm sorry Brandon how many times do you want me to say it." Percy whined.
"You don't get it Percy. Sorry won't cut what you and everyone else did to me. You guys didn't prank me. You guys ignored me, tried to kill me by poisoning my food, I had to sleep outside with the Harpies and they would try to eat me! You were my brother! I dragged you to the police station to get rid of that whale of a drunk step dad. I took a bullet in my stomach for you. I kept the bullies away from you and helpped you with school. And you shunned me because of my parents I never met. You knew me the most. I did everything to prove I was good and a hero. But you call me evil behind my back. Sorry wont cut what you and everyone else did to me. And no sorry cookie wouldn't either. You lost my trust and your label as my brother. It is up to you to prove that you actually want to be my brother and gain my trust until then. good luck trying to talk to me." I said. I turned and stormed to my room and locked the door. I laid doen on my bed too stressed by what happened today.
