that random PJO fanfic

Clara 2

I pull my long black hair into a high ponytail and open up the large pink Minnie Mouse duffle bag I packed. I take out my makeup and mirror and get to work. The bag was filled with everything I could pack fast. A hairbrush, shirts, sweatpants, makeup, a mirror, and candy from my birthday was all that was in it.

This was a hard time for my little brother, Alex and I. We have been in the woods for a month, since our parents' death. He doesn't know. I brought him and my little sister with me when I saw the mob coming. He wanted to stay and invite them inside. Our parents told us to run, to find somewhere far away from the city, stay in the woods where nobody could ever find us.

"Clara, I want to go home," Alex begs while tugging at my leg.

"But we can't you know that," I tell him. At this I know it's time to tell him the truth. "Alex, I have kept something from you for too long. It's about our parents. They are dead or close to it"

At this news, he bursts into tears. I feel bad for him. He just wanted to go home.

"I am a werewolf Alex, and they were too. We need to find a place where no one will find out our secret. That's why we were told to come here by our parents." I say. I'm not really a werewolf but the truth is worse and I wouldn't want to put that burden on him.

"But, But, I'm not a werewolf. I know I'm normal."

"That's what we were keeping from you. We wanted you to have a normal life, to be like everyone else"

"But I'm not everyone else. I know I'm not. This is my life and you can't control what I do"

That night I fall into an uneasy sleep knowing with my parents' death replaying in my mind. This is what happened the day they died.

We practiced for months knowing we would need it someday. Our parents would constantly tell us to go to the woods but we didn't know why. When I or Alex would ask why we were told because we do. Simple enough we thought nothing of it. But then one day it happened. We don't know how they found out. I want to say it was an accident but my brother had told one of his friends and it became a big thing. I mean we never hurt anyone before so how is this any different. As soon as people find out we are suddenly monsters they want dead.

We were all inside a pleasant dream that dark Sunday night until we were woken up by the sounds of fire and people chanting "Kill them!". Our frantic parents took one glimpse out the window and almost fainted. The house looked like it was in a ring of fire. In a panic, our parents told us to take the old, rusted zip line and head for the spooky woods. Find a spot too dark for anybody to see. Go to our aunt's house take Rachel and go run until we lose them. Leave everyone and everything behind. Let our parents die. Take every bit of our money. Go to the woods and hope we don't die of starvation or dehydration. We left the house as we heard our parents footsteps as they walked outside and the ear bleeding screams that my ears were trained to hear as I saw the shed that I had converted into a space for me to be myself go up in flames.