Ohkay so last night(practically this morning) my "mum" Gluxa-and-Percabeth (ya'll should check our her awesome stories) couldent fall asleep so i told her a bed-time story:) and we decided it would make a good fanfiction. so this is what we came up with.:) thanks mum for helping and editing:)

Athena Kid

Chapter 1

My name is Megan. No last name. I mean I have one, I just don't like it. But it starts with a K. So...Megan K. That's all you're getting.

Anyways, I am 12 years old and go to...err went to Goode elementary school. I was in the 6th grade. Well I guess I still am in the 6th grade...but just not at that school.

At that school I was in the Special Ed classroom, but I was smart! I didn't have a mental problem, or trouble learning, I just have dyslexia and ADHD.

The only reason I was in that class was because the teachers couldn't handle me.

They said they could not stand me never staying still, and while I was ohkay at reading, I couldn't read the super long stories they were giving me. So they put me in with the Special Ed kids.

What do I look like? A mental case? GRAWR! (A.N. hrhrhrhhrr according to mum..Its grawr not grrr for growling)

I hate describing myself! I wish I could just send you a darn picture! It would be easier! But seeing as I can't, I'll explain. Whatevar.

So I have hair that goes to about the middle of my back and I always have it pulled back into a ponytail, or it's in a braid. I hate it when my hair gets in my eyes. Its pretty hair I guess, sort of wavy, but it can't decide if it wants to be blonde or brown, so it picked a color in between.

My eyes are a striking grey color that I have been told are very pretty and that they look a lot like the storm clouds on a rainy day.

I guess you would expect me to say that I look a lot like my mom, or my dad.

But no.

I have a mum, just never met her. And my dad...well the only thing I got from him is my good for nothing hair!

My skin is sort of tan, not too much, but sort of. I have this one birth mark on my right ankle, and to me it looks like an owl. Funny, I think, because owls are my favorite animals.

At Goode, my best friend was a guy named Grover Underwood.

He was nice, an altogether good guy. He walked funny though, unless it was enchilada day! You should see him run then! Even weirder then his walk would be the fact that he is a complete nature freak! I swear if there was such thing as a nature god, he would be it!

Oh even weirder then that, was the first time he came over to my house he immediately spotted my Louis XVI furniture, started whimpering. He looked at my mom then jumped up and STARTED EATING THE CHAIR!

That was just messed up.

Even more messed up then that is that my mom looked as if she expected it! And then...she walked over to him and said thank you. Looked at me, looked quickly away, AND GAVE HIM MY JELLY BEANS!

I couldn't believe she would do that!

But whatevar. That was the past, and this is the present. And speaking of the present, right now I'm underground, talking to a violet purple eyed person with REALLY pale skin.

How you may ask? Do you really want to know? Really? You do? Okay...here goes nothing...