Look guys, BEFORE YOU READ, this story's beginning is from the book, however, do to laziness and just the smoother course of how I wanted my story, the plot morphs into the movie's story line.
That means this: Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Luke - yeah all them are aged like in the movie.
A lot more people than I'd thought really hated that fact, so I'm just telling you STRAIGHT up. But, if you like the movie and books, the sequel (which is already up) is ENTIRELY based off the books, kay?
It was raining - hard.
I grimaced and looked down at my new shoes. 'Great,' I thought, cursing the weather; they were completely soaked. I glanced around for some place I could stay for the night. On most days I stayed in the park, with a tent I had lifted from a sporting goods store, but since the rain was coming down so heavily, I didn't see any chance of that happening.
I needed to find proper shelter.
Stalking through the rain slicked streets, I thought back to when things were simpler, back to when I'd had a proper home. I used to stay with my grandmother, at her house in California, ever since my mom and my little sister died. But, Grams had been old and was schizophrenic, eventually something was bound to go wrong.
I took good care of her, made sure she was taking her meds, eating the right foods, but since I had been twelve at the time, it obviously wasn't enough. The doctors from a mental hospital had come to our house one day, Grams told me to hide because the 'bad people' were there. To this very day, I could remember the horrified fright in her eyes; I had never seen her so terrified. So, to make her feel secure, I hid in the linen closet in the hall across from the front door. Anything seemed to set her off those days.
I listened to their conversation through the hard oak door. They told Grams they were going to put her in a nice home, with friendly doctors and everything. She started crying and screaming, but they refused to leave. I listened quietly as they dragged her out of the house, wanting to leave the closet and save her, keep her with me, but it was as if something was holding me down; I couldn't move from the spot.
When it was all over, I had ran away. There was no reason for me to stay in California, I had no one left. So, I hitched a ride on a bus to Oregon and saw what there was to see, but I missed Grams, and my mom, and Penny. I was restless, I didn't even know if my Grandmother was still alive, but knew that I couldn't go back.
I had seen television shows about children placed in 'the system', so, with no better plans, I decided to keep moving north. On my fifteenth birthday, I hitched a ride with a nice, Christian family on the side of a suburban highway. They had been happy to help me out, practically driving off the side of the road to stop for me, and they transported me up to Washington state. A drastically different place from California.
They were the sweetest family I had ever met, they reminded me of my own. They even had a little girl that was around the same age my little sister, Penny, had been when she died. Their daughter was the strongest negative for me; the whole time I was in their hospitality she would watch me with her big eyes, bringing back painful memories. The day that I had ditched them at a local gas station was disheartening for me, I was faced with the fact that I'd probably never remember what it felt like to have a true family again.
Eventually, I made my way to Seattle, by pickpocketing and fighting, of course, and I was now left with no where to turn. I was stuck.