Percy Jackson Headcanons

DEATH CLOCKS

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I am currently writing a book from a prompt idea that I got from Pinterest, and I just wanted to make sure people knew. Imma post it here and on a different story. Look on my account for more....

- Nicole

CHAPTER 1

In a technology dependent world, making sure that your technology actually works is easy, right? Not for me. Out of 7 billion people, I am the one whose tech doesn't work. Everybody has time clocks, which are clocks or watches that tell the person who they are given to how much time they have left to live. My mothers has only changed once when my brother was born. Her usual 50 years started to flash 40 minutes, but she managed to live. Hers has been going steady since then. My brothers changes constantly, but since he is always high, or drunk, I would expect such. People have reasons why their clocks change time. Mine, for no reason at all will change from 70 years to 10 minutes, to 30 hours. I have gotten used to it, becoming timid and shy. I have spent my 16 (almost 17) years of life hidden away, scared of taking risks, no matter how big or small. Although my clock has ruined most of my life, the one time it shown true, I managed to save myself and 34 other people...

My day started with my moms screeching voice. "DESTINY KATE ADDLESTONE!"

I opened my eyes, my light blue walls shining with silver accents. I had begged my dad to paint little spirals and stars onto the walls, and every morning since I turned 7 the harsh glare had made me regret the decision. Lifting my arm, I glanced at the black intricate watch that hung loosely around my wrist. The bright gray L.E.D flashed 73 years. I stared at it, waiting for the number to change, but it never did. I averted my gaze to the figure who showed up at my doorway. Bright pink hair flashed and I heard giggles echoing down the hall.

"Topaz, get back here," I said, and then shook my head when I heard laughing as a response. I heard heavier footsteps coming to my room, and I sat up. My brother's brown mop hair showed up first. He brushed it away and looked at me. I smiled, examining Carter. He seemed neither high nor wasted. I almost said something, but knowing that my 18-year-old brother was irrational and very sensitive, I wouldn't risk it. "Carter, didn't your writing class start thirty minutes ago?"

He seemed to remember, and then gave me a quick salute, racing down the stairs and I heard the front door slam, drowning out my mother's cries. I sighed, pulling myself up to the edge of the bed. I reached down to grab my shoes and then saw that my watch started to flash red. 10 seconds.

Not even blinking, I grabbed one shoe and started to untie the rainbow laces. 9 seconds. I quickly finished and grabbed the second shoe. 7 seconds. I heard my mother calling me again. 6 seconds. I reached over to my bedside table, shutting off my phone, which was buzzing. When I looked back at my watch, the red flashing stopped and the 6 seconds was replaced by 73 years. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I stood up, putting my phone down on the bed, and began to put my outfit on. My ruffled baby blue shirt hung down to past my butt, and then my white skinny jeans had great footies. I grabbed my glasses from the counter, walking out of the room. I reached down into my pocket for my phone and then sighed.

Mom's voice came from downstairs, "DESTINY! IT IS TIME TO GO!"

I shook my head, turning around to face my bed. I grabbed my phone and then walked out. I opened my phone, looking at the text that was disturbing me earlier.

JJ: When u getting 2 school?

Without looking at where I was going, I missed a step and fell. I screamed and then felt a strong hand hold my back, preventing me from falling further. I looked upwards slowly and saw my dad, his briefcase in one hand and his other holding me. I leaned back up, staring at my dad. His light brown hair was in a quiff style, and he was wearing a suit. No one could tell that he was 40.

I opened my mouth to tell him how I was going to tell Jayce today, but I got pushed into the wall by Topaz. I quickly turned around, avoiding a faceful of pink hair. Opening my phone, I quickly typed,

DKA: Give me 5 minutes.

I stopped to grab my bag by the door and quickly slipped some shoes on. I looked into the mirror by the door and checked my hair. It was wavy because I had braids in the day before and the reddish brown ends of my hair were curled. Ignoring my family telling me to stay, I ran out and into my driveway. A silver car stood at the end. I quickly hoisted my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the car. I opened the passenger door and was greeted by Sadie Tulik and Lace Popper.

"Hey, guys!" I exclaimed while hopping onto the seat. My ring got caught on my bag, and I gasped. I closed the door and tried to unhook it.

"What are you doing?" Sadie asked, and my response was a grunt as I tried to get a lousy piece of string to get out of the iron hooks of the emerald ring.

"I," grunt, "am," grunt, "trying to," grunt, "get my ring," grunt, "OUT!"

Lace turned around just as I got the ring unstuck and my bag flew to the other side of the car. I sighed, already done with the day. Just as I was going to look at my friends, who are both genderfluid and have different outfits and hairstyles every day, my phone buzzed again.

JJ: Okay, I'll see you there. I need to tell you something...