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There are a few things I should tell you before we start this story.
I’m not popular in high school, I don’t have a good relationship with my twin brother, and many weird things have happened to me in my life.
When I was eight, I was in love with a boy. His name was Blaze, and every word he said would light up a room. He was special.
When I was nine, he disappeared, and everyone blames me. Therefore, I have no friends, and I don’t have a good relationship with my twin brother.
It all comes back around to each other.
However, no matter what my friends say about me. My parents, and aunts and uncles, have never even once believed I had anything to do with it. Blaze’s older brother once wrote “serial killer” on my locker when I was eleven. The next day, his mother made him go to school early and take it off with a toothbrush.
It’s strange. The only people who believe me are the adults that try very hard to stay out of our personal lives as much as possible.
Another thing, many weird things have happened to me in my life.
For one, I don’t have many grandparents. Or at least I don’t have a grandfather on my dads side or a grandmother on my moms side. Not a single record, name or picture. My parents try very hard to never mention them. When my brothers and I push and prob, they will only ever mention one or two things.
“Your grandfather is made from the sea,” My dad, Percy Jackson, would whisper to us.
“And your grandmother is the feeling of sitting in a library,” My mother, Annabeth Jackson would explain. “With a really good book, and knowing you're right where you’re meant to be.”
Personally, I’ve never felt my grandmother. I’ve tried. I sit in libraries with any book I can get my hand on. Flipping through page after page, trying to grasp the words. The dyslexia and crippling ADHD make it a gamble on whether I will get through a page.
However, I can always feel my grandfather. The moment the sea air touches my brain, I fall into a deep trance. It’s like the tide spreading to the shore can take away all my pain. For hours, I could sit on a beach and forget all of my worries.
It’s the strangest thing.
So therefore, dear reader, my view on this story is biased. For me, the last few months have been an absolute dream. For others, maybe not as much.
However, you are not getting their point of view. You are getting mine.
Good luck my dears, I will see you on the other side.