Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns all... but his last name. I own that too.

Today has to have been the worst day ever. My girlfriend just left me for a math teacher, my students suck, and to top it all off, the English department decided that I would get to teach remedial English… again. But that was next year, and I had a few months before I had to start dealing with that. I was home, my man cave, the bachelor pad. Nothing could possibly go wrong so far away from school and I was looking forward to my well-deserved peace. I had everything a man needed to turn a sucky day into a-okay. Bad karate movies, soda, chips, dip, and some popcorn.

"Yep, this day is going to end on a good note!" I muttered to myself, struggling to unlock the door. I finally managed to get in and started walking towards the kitchen when I realized something. I was ankle-deep in water. And not clean water. It was a weird shade of brown and smelled like sewage.

"What the hell!" I yelped, dropping my things with a splash and grabbing my hair. Most of my things were probably ruined, and my super was totally going to make me pay for the damage. New flooring: expensive. Replacing ruined possessions: also expensive. Movies: a waste of twenty bucks. Groceries: fifteen dollars I will never get back. Cheap Motel: Not worth the cost. Repairs: Holy fuck. My day getting that much worse: priceless.

An hour later I was sitting in my cheap hotel room, afraid to get off the bed due to a sound that sounding suspiciously like rats coming from the behind the bureau. There was no room service and I was stuck listening happy honey honeymooners in the room next to mine until I found the clicker. At this point in time, I was ready to pull the trigger on my figurative gun. The only thing that stopped me from doing so was the promise that I would soon have my apartment back and, for some reason, I was insured against exploding toilets, so I wouldn't have to pay for the damage down on my apartment. Unfortunately though, I wasn't getting my deposit back. Ce la vie. After an hour of searching, I finally found the clicker and turned on the TV. After flipping through the channels, which consisted of static, the news, and something containing unspeakable material, I settled on the news. Lucky for me, there was a super exciting story about some crazy 12 year old who kidnapped his mom and stole his step-dad's car. He was causing destruction across the country and no one could find him or his two friends. I snorted and shook my head. Kids these days. I hope I never met Percy Jackson.

I know it's short, most of the chapters will be, hence why it's called a drabble. It will be updated daily and I hope you guys like it :)