MY NAME IS LEXXY. And no, I don't have a last name. Just Lexxy. And don't call me Lex, I hate that name.
I am 13 years old [well I am about to be] and I am an orphan. I lost my parents when I was young.
BTW, I don't care about what you think about me. No offense, but I don't need your pity. I also feel like Magnus Chase from Uncle Rick's Magnus chase trilogy.
I LOVE BOOKS.
I have a job in a restaurant nearby and I get enough money to survive in the streets. I live in a shack [that's what I call it] under a bridge.
Anyways, today I was heading to the library to get a few books because tomorrow is my birthday. on the count of three. ok?
One...
Two...
Three...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! No? okay...
So back to the story, I quickly ran to the library and borrowed a few books I hadn't read yet like 'Trials of Apollo' series. With the books in my hands, I went to my secret hideout which is not much, just a spot near the river.
I made myself comfortable and started reading. I read for hours. as I finished the 'The Tyrant's Tomb', I looked up realizing it was already night. I glanced at my half-broken and stolen watch. Just 30 minutes left...
I kept the books aside and fell backward landing on my back. "Happy Birthday to me..." I said to myself as I closed my eyes as I fell into a deep sleep.
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I wake from my deep sleep.
Looking around, I suddenly realize that I am not on the grass. Instead, I am in some kind of room. I look down...
OMG! What am I wearing? I get up and look at myself in a nearby mirror. Thank god. I still look the same. I get up and go outside. Oh God, I see tall buildings and skyscrapers.
I stop a person passing by. "Hey!" I ask. "Where am I?" he looks at me like I had just eaten a sock. "This is New York," he says that and leaves, totally annoyed.
What the heck! Why am I in New York? How am I in New York?
I start walking. I am so lost in thought that I fail to notice the signal turn green. I would have got killed[or hurt] if not for a kind man who pulled me. I fell in his arms. "Thank you" I manage.
realizing that I was still leaning on him, I quickly get up on my legs. I turn and see a light-skinned boy with dark raven hair and green eyes. He smiles at me, "You should be more careful, mam. Are you hurt?" "No. I am okay."
Suddenly, someone with blond hair called out loud, "Percy!" My smile drops as I let those words sink.
"Percy... as in Percy Jackson?"
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Percy Jackson-A Journey Through Time
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