Completely Abnormal
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Completely Abnormal
by KittyKat913 6/25/2010, 8:13 pm
A/N: Unsure if this should be in Fan Fics or Semi Fan Fics. Normally, OC fan fictions really bug me, but I thought I would try it. Review and I will love you forever. Constructive Criticism appreciated. I know, the title sucks.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson does not belong to me in any way, sigh. I own only my inner crazy fangirl-ness.
Maturity: Just dating, that kinda stuff.
Fantasy: Anything from the PJatO Series.
The day my life blew up in my face started normally.
My name is Kitty Brown, and I live in San Francisco, in a great big Victorian house. I’m fifteen.
The morning my life changed, I woke up at five thirty. Horrible, but normal. I put on my prep school uniform (boring, but accessorized with rainbow knee socks and giant black boots), checked to make sure that I didn’t need to re-dye my hair yet (it was currently blue), and left at six-thirty. I picked up my messenger bag outside the door, bought an Earl Grey latte and a scone from my favorite coffee shop, and walked to school. A day of boring and terribly difficult classes ensued, due to the fact that I have both ADHD and dyslexia. Insanely normal, to the point of being different in how utterly the same it was.
Things started to go downhill that afternoon. I was walking home from school through Japantown, one of the many reasons I love San Fran; it’s like a million different cities in one. And then a monster burst out of the sidewalk.
Really.
Screaming voices met my ears. “SNAKE! IT’S HUGE!”
“Is that a python?!”
My mind works in strange ways; most of it was going, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A MONSTER! IT’S GOT SEVEN HEADS! NO PYTHON HAS SEVEN HEADS! AHHHHHHHHH!” but there was one part that was saying, “Wow, this would be a great manga” and another that was overcome by déjà vu. I had seen or heard of this monster before, and whatever I did, I couldn’t cut off its heads.
But unfortunately, those small logical parts of my brain were overcome by the hysterical one, and I found myself backing up to avoid the serpent, its many necks swaying sickeningly. Then I tripped over an uneven part of sidewalk and my bag slid off my shoulder. My sketchbook slid out of the side pocket. The monster- hydra, whispered part of my brain that wasn’t malfunctioning- looked at it questioningly. Then, three of the heads took it and started pulling it apart.
At first, I just watched in disbelief. My sketchbook, overflowing with doodles and character designs and fan-art and stand alone pieces and the scribbled ideas for mangas. Being chewed apart, by a monster that shouldn’t even exist.
That tore it.
With some kind of insane battle cry, I ran at the hydra and started beating it with my backpack. And that thing is heavy; it was full of huge textbooks and a binder and a spiral notebook and my laptop, as well as three manga volumes, a pencil case, my iPod, and a bunch of other random objects.
The heads swerved towards me, looking all bemused, like, “What are you doing?” The mangled remains of my loyal sketchbook fell to the pavement, forgotten and covered in monster drool.
I’m not sure how I did it, but I dodged and rolled. That shouldn’t have been possible, I sucked at sports.
But I couldn’t think of that right now; I was too busy staying alive. The hand that wasn’t swinging the backpack repeatedly at the scaly side was fishing through my personal belongings, trying to find something, anything, to use as a weapon. My hands closed around a pair of scissors, the sharpest things I had.
I slid my bag away with my foot and ducked through the heads, until I was behind it. The hydra hissed and turned one of its heads toward me. I dodged, and then I stabbed the scissors between its eyes. It swayed and hit the sidewalk with a thump. One head down, six to go. Two of them turned towards me as I frantically tried to extract the scissors from the hydra’s skull. I gave up as razor teeth snapped dangerously close to my ear.
I vaulted one of the heads, stomping on a second with my heavy buckled boots. It sank to the ground, dazed. I had to get back to my bag, get some other type of weapon.
I had a sudden, hilarious mental image of using a Crayola marker to beat back a monster. No, my brain said sternly. Not the time.
I ducked, weaved, and jumped, in some kind of possessed Double-Dutch game where your foot gets bitten off if you miss a step, and with four ropes instead of two.
I could see my bag now, with the appliqués of owls and rainbows. I stretched out my hand, and my fingers just barely got a hold of the strap. I fumbled until I found the thick spine of a textbook; judging by the weight, it was my biology textbook. My Psych textbook was heavier, but I didn’t have any more time to spare.
One of the heads was coming towards me, and I forced myself to wait, until it was right up close…
BAM! I swung my textbook with all my might and bashed its face in. But there were still three more heads, and I was running out of ideas. I backed up carefully, tripped over my backpack, and fell face first into the road.
I could hear its hissing, and thought sarcastically that perhaps normal wasn’t such a bad thing; normal people weren’t attacked by multi-headed demon monsters. Any minute now, my head would be bitten off.
Then, the hissing stopped.
Did this mean I was dead now? I wondered. It didn’t hurt. Experimentally, I pushed myself up on shaking arms. The hydra was gone; my scissors were lying in the road. A guy with dark, unruly hair and green eyes was standing there, panting, holding a sword. Behind him, a tall girl with long, curly blonde hair and stormy gray eyes holds a knife and glares at me. They were both wearing orange shirts that said…
No. Oh, no. I must really be dead.
“Are you alright?” the guy asks, offering his hand to help me up.
“No, I really think I must be dead.” I say, matter-of-factly. The girl scoffs.
“You’re not dead,” smiles the guy. “You could’ve been, though. I’m impressed; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hold off a hydra for that long using only a pair of scissors and a textbook.”
“Hey, textbooks are killer,” I joke, as I push myself up. “Try reading one with dyslexia.”
“I am dyslexic, and so is Annabeth,” the boy gestures to the blonde girl, who gives a small smile. “I’m Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson.”
I can’t help it. I squeal like a fangirl and hug them both.
After I let them go, they look at each other and then at me, as if worried for my sanity.
“Sorry,” I mutter, blushing. “It’s just… wow! I am such a huge fan, I’ve read all the books like thirty times…” I avoid eye contact by pushing all my scattered supplies into my bag.
“You have to be a demigod,” Annabeth says, analyzing me. “Or… you could be a mortal that sees through the mist… Do you have ADHD?”
I nod as I pick up my bag.
“Is that the first monster you’ve ever seen? If you’ve read the books… I don’t see how more couldn’t have found you. Or how you could actually enjoy reading them…” Percy wrinkled his nose.
“I read them in Japanese. My stepmom taught me when I was little; if I am a demigod, I guess it’s easier to read because the characters are kind of similar to Ancient Greek. And after I read them, I did feel something stirring up inside, but I just thought it was because I loved them so much I wanted to make it true. I learned all about that in Psychology.” I made a face as I held up my Psych textbook.
Annabeth looked puzzled, but seemed to accept my answer. “We need to get you to Camp. You’re lucky we were here, visiting my dad.”
I nodded again to show I understood. “We can go back to my house; it’s not far.”
Percy frowned at me. “Your eyes keep changing color. When we first got here, as you were fighting the hydra, they were, like, red, and then they were grey, and now they’re blue…”
“They’ve always done that. It freaks most people out, but they usually just say I have excess coloration protein things or whatever.” I wound my owl scarf tighter around my neck and pulled on my rainbow print hoodie. “I live this way.”
Percy and Annabeth follow me back home; Annabeth kept muttering to herself. “Rainbows… owls… Athena? But her eyes…”
“Dad!” I call as I open the door. My father is sitting at the computer, typing away. He writes novels. “I’ve got some great news!”
“Mm?” he asks, all distracted.
“I’m a demigod!” I announce, totally pleased with myself.
“I know, honey,” he says, hitting the backspace key. “When I was in Greece for two years, doing research.”
“You KNEW?!” I asked, upset that he had never thought to share that detail with me. ‘Hey, honey, just thought you might want to know that you’re half Greek God.’
“Sure, couldn’t tell you, of course… too dangerous…” he mutters. “Very busy… Nice to meet you,” he looks up at Percy and Annabeth.
“You didn’t actually meet them, Dad,” I sigh, still annoyed with him. “C’mon, my step-mom’s in the kitchen.”
My dad met my stepmom, Ryoko, in Japan when I was three. “Neko-chan?” she asks as I walk into the kitchen. That’s her nickname for me; it means Kitty-Cat. I’d never met my real mom, so Ryoko took over; she’s like a real mother. “And who is this?”
I introduce Percy and Annabeth, and then explain everything that had happened. In Japanese, of course; English is Ryoko’s second language and it’s faster if we speak in Japanese at home.
After I finish my story, she hugs me, and looks at me with a mix of sadness and concern. “I guess you should go up and pack, for this camp, then.”
“Arigato, okaa-chan. I live up here!” I call to Percy and Annabeth as I run up stairs. They’re still looking at me like they’re not sure what to make of me yet; I think the whole Japanese conversation kinda shocked them.
So did my room, but it does that to most people. Each wall is painted a different color, and all my furniture patterned with different colors. I haul out my suitcase and start throwing various types of personal belongings into it in a tornado like frenzy.
“I’m so excited, you have no idea, I really wished for this to come true, I wonder whose kid I am, about what time are we going to get there, and how, we can’t fly, can we, because of you, Percy, I’m super excited to meet everyone, is Mr. D really as bad as you say, how many cabins are there now, I am sooooo insanely excited!” I look over at them as I dump textbooks onto my bed, and slide other, more important things into my backpack.
“Er… that was really fast,” Percy began.
“And some of it was in Japanese. Hey, your school uniform, did you go to Transit University?” Annabeth continued.
“Yes!” I answered excitedly. “I saw you sometimes, and I always thought, she looks like Annabeth, but I never thought it could possibly be you! You were always being followed around by cows, did you know?”
Annabeth blushed, but smiled at me.
Percy looked at Annabeth, and then at me, apparently really amused. “You remind me of Rachel.”
Annabeth’s grin melted. Percy looked at her, exasperated, and gave her a one armed squeeze.
“Oh! You guys are dating now! I totally forgot! That’s so exciting! I mean, I was a Percabeth shipper from Book One, you’re one of my all time FAVORITE pairings ever!” I squealed.
They were staring at me again.
“I’m all packed,” I say brightly, lifting up my suitcase and backpack.
“Well, then, next stop is Camp Half Blood!” Percy says cheerily, though he's still looking at me oddly.
Oh, well. I get that a lot.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson does not belong to me in any way, sigh. I own only my inner crazy fangirl-ness.
Maturity: Just dating, that kinda stuff.
Fantasy: Anything from the PJatO Series.
Chapter 1: I Finally Get Some Good Use Out of My Textbook, and Squeal Like a Fangirl
The day my life blew up in my face started normally.
My name is Kitty Brown, and I live in San Francisco, in a great big Victorian house. I’m fifteen.
The morning my life changed, I woke up at five thirty. Horrible, but normal. I put on my prep school uniform (boring, but accessorized with rainbow knee socks and giant black boots), checked to make sure that I didn’t need to re-dye my hair yet (it was currently blue), and left at six-thirty. I picked up my messenger bag outside the door, bought an Earl Grey latte and a scone from my favorite coffee shop, and walked to school. A day of boring and terribly difficult classes ensued, due to the fact that I have both ADHD and dyslexia. Insanely normal, to the point of being different in how utterly the same it was.
Things started to go downhill that afternoon. I was walking home from school through Japantown, one of the many reasons I love San Fran; it’s like a million different cities in one. And then a monster burst out of the sidewalk.
Really.
Screaming voices met my ears. “SNAKE! IT’S HUGE!”
“Is that a python?!”
My mind works in strange ways; most of it was going, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A MONSTER! IT’S GOT SEVEN HEADS! NO PYTHON HAS SEVEN HEADS! AHHHHHHHHH!” but there was one part that was saying, “Wow, this would be a great manga” and another that was overcome by déjà vu. I had seen or heard of this monster before, and whatever I did, I couldn’t cut off its heads.
But unfortunately, those small logical parts of my brain were overcome by the hysterical one, and I found myself backing up to avoid the serpent, its many necks swaying sickeningly. Then I tripped over an uneven part of sidewalk and my bag slid off my shoulder. My sketchbook slid out of the side pocket. The monster- hydra, whispered part of my brain that wasn’t malfunctioning- looked at it questioningly. Then, three of the heads took it and started pulling it apart.
At first, I just watched in disbelief. My sketchbook, overflowing with doodles and character designs and fan-art and stand alone pieces and the scribbled ideas for mangas. Being chewed apart, by a monster that shouldn’t even exist.
That tore it.
With some kind of insane battle cry, I ran at the hydra and started beating it with my backpack. And that thing is heavy; it was full of huge textbooks and a binder and a spiral notebook and my laptop, as well as three manga volumes, a pencil case, my iPod, and a bunch of other random objects.
The heads swerved towards me, looking all bemused, like, “What are you doing?” The mangled remains of my loyal sketchbook fell to the pavement, forgotten and covered in monster drool.
I’m not sure how I did it, but I dodged and rolled. That shouldn’t have been possible, I sucked at sports.
But I couldn’t think of that right now; I was too busy staying alive. The hand that wasn’t swinging the backpack repeatedly at the scaly side was fishing through my personal belongings, trying to find something, anything, to use as a weapon. My hands closed around a pair of scissors, the sharpest things I had.
I slid my bag away with my foot and ducked through the heads, until I was behind it. The hydra hissed and turned one of its heads toward me. I dodged, and then I stabbed the scissors between its eyes. It swayed and hit the sidewalk with a thump. One head down, six to go. Two of them turned towards me as I frantically tried to extract the scissors from the hydra’s skull. I gave up as razor teeth snapped dangerously close to my ear.
I vaulted one of the heads, stomping on a second with my heavy buckled boots. It sank to the ground, dazed. I had to get back to my bag, get some other type of weapon.
I had a sudden, hilarious mental image of using a Crayola marker to beat back a monster. No, my brain said sternly. Not the time.
I ducked, weaved, and jumped, in some kind of possessed Double-Dutch game where your foot gets bitten off if you miss a step, and with four ropes instead of two.
I could see my bag now, with the appliqués of owls and rainbows. I stretched out my hand, and my fingers just barely got a hold of the strap. I fumbled until I found the thick spine of a textbook; judging by the weight, it was my biology textbook. My Psych textbook was heavier, but I didn’t have any more time to spare.
One of the heads was coming towards me, and I forced myself to wait, until it was right up close…
BAM! I swung my textbook with all my might and bashed its face in. But there were still three more heads, and I was running out of ideas. I backed up carefully, tripped over my backpack, and fell face first into the road.
I could hear its hissing, and thought sarcastically that perhaps normal wasn’t such a bad thing; normal people weren’t attacked by multi-headed demon monsters. Any minute now, my head would be bitten off.
Then, the hissing stopped.
Did this mean I was dead now? I wondered. It didn’t hurt. Experimentally, I pushed myself up on shaking arms. The hydra was gone; my scissors were lying in the road. A guy with dark, unruly hair and green eyes was standing there, panting, holding a sword. Behind him, a tall girl with long, curly blonde hair and stormy gray eyes holds a knife and glares at me. They were both wearing orange shirts that said…
No. Oh, no. I must really be dead.
“Are you alright?” the guy asks, offering his hand to help me up.
“No, I really think I must be dead.” I say, matter-of-factly. The girl scoffs.
“You’re not dead,” smiles the guy. “You could’ve been, though. I’m impressed; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hold off a hydra for that long using only a pair of scissors and a textbook.”
“Hey, textbooks are killer,” I joke, as I push myself up. “Try reading one with dyslexia.”
“I am dyslexic, and so is Annabeth,” the boy gestures to the blonde girl, who gives a small smile. “I’m Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson.”
I can’t help it. I squeal like a fangirl and hug them both.
After I let them go, they look at each other and then at me, as if worried for my sanity.
“Sorry,” I mutter, blushing. “It’s just… wow! I am such a huge fan, I’ve read all the books like thirty times…” I avoid eye contact by pushing all my scattered supplies into my bag.
“You have to be a demigod,” Annabeth says, analyzing me. “Or… you could be a mortal that sees through the mist… Do you have ADHD?”
I nod as I pick up my bag.
“Is that the first monster you’ve ever seen? If you’ve read the books… I don’t see how more couldn’t have found you. Or how you could actually enjoy reading them…” Percy wrinkled his nose.
“I read them in Japanese. My stepmom taught me when I was little; if I am a demigod, I guess it’s easier to read because the characters are kind of similar to Ancient Greek. And after I read them, I did feel something stirring up inside, but I just thought it was because I loved them so much I wanted to make it true. I learned all about that in Psychology.” I made a face as I held up my Psych textbook.
Annabeth looked puzzled, but seemed to accept my answer. “We need to get you to Camp. You’re lucky we were here, visiting my dad.”
I nodded again to show I understood. “We can go back to my house; it’s not far.”
Percy frowned at me. “Your eyes keep changing color. When we first got here, as you were fighting the hydra, they were, like, red, and then they were grey, and now they’re blue…”
“They’ve always done that. It freaks most people out, but they usually just say I have excess coloration protein things or whatever.” I wound my owl scarf tighter around my neck and pulled on my rainbow print hoodie. “I live this way.”
Percy and Annabeth follow me back home; Annabeth kept muttering to herself. “Rainbows… owls… Athena? But her eyes…”
“Dad!” I call as I open the door. My father is sitting at the computer, typing away. He writes novels. “I’ve got some great news!”
“Mm?” he asks, all distracted.
“I’m a demigod!” I announce, totally pleased with myself.
“I know, honey,” he says, hitting the backspace key. “When I was in Greece for two years, doing research.”
“You KNEW?!” I asked, upset that he had never thought to share that detail with me. ‘Hey, honey, just thought you might want to know that you’re half Greek God.’
“Sure, couldn’t tell you, of course… too dangerous…” he mutters. “Very busy… Nice to meet you,” he looks up at Percy and Annabeth.
“You didn’t actually meet them, Dad,” I sigh, still annoyed with him. “C’mon, my step-mom’s in the kitchen.”
My dad met my stepmom, Ryoko, in Japan when I was three. “Neko-chan?” she asks as I walk into the kitchen. That’s her nickname for me; it means Kitty-Cat. I’d never met my real mom, so Ryoko took over; she’s like a real mother. “And who is this?”
I introduce Percy and Annabeth, and then explain everything that had happened. In Japanese, of course; English is Ryoko’s second language and it’s faster if we speak in Japanese at home.
After I finish my story, she hugs me, and looks at me with a mix of sadness and concern. “I guess you should go up and pack, for this camp, then.”
“Arigato, okaa-chan. I live up here!” I call to Percy and Annabeth as I run up stairs. They’re still looking at me like they’re not sure what to make of me yet; I think the whole Japanese conversation kinda shocked them.
So did my room, but it does that to most people. Each wall is painted a different color, and all my furniture patterned with different colors. I haul out my suitcase and start throwing various types of personal belongings into it in a tornado like frenzy.
“I’m so excited, you have no idea, I really wished for this to come true, I wonder whose kid I am, about what time are we going to get there, and how, we can’t fly, can we, because of you, Percy, I’m super excited to meet everyone, is Mr. D really as bad as you say, how many cabins are there now, I am sooooo insanely excited!” I look over at them as I dump textbooks onto my bed, and slide other, more important things into my backpack.
“Er… that was really fast,” Percy began.
“And some of it was in Japanese. Hey, your school uniform, did you go to Transit University?” Annabeth continued.
“Yes!” I answered excitedly. “I saw you sometimes, and I always thought, she looks like Annabeth, but I never thought it could possibly be you! You were always being followed around by cows, did you know?”
Annabeth blushed, but smiled at me.
Percy looked at Annabeth, and then at me, apparently really amused. “You remind me of Rachel.”
Annabeth’s grin melted. Percy looked at her, exasperated, and gave her a one armed squeeze.
“Oh! You guys are dating now! I totally forgot! That’s so exciting! I mean, I was a Percabeth shipper from Book One, you’re one of my all time FAVORITE pairings ever!” I squealed.
They were staring at me again.
“I’m all packed,” I say brightly, lifting up my suitcase and backpack.
“Well, then, next stop is Camp Half Blood!” Percy says cheerily, though he's still looking at me oddly.
Oh, well. I get that a lot.
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Re: Completely Abnormal
by rattyjol 6/26/2010, 12:02 am
Ooh. I love it! 
This is totally my favorite line:
Hahahaha. xD I also love how she speaks Japanese. I wanna learn Japanese. xD
This is totally my favorite line:My mind works in strange ways; most of it was going, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A MONSTER! IT’S GOT SEVEN HEADS! NO PYTHON HAS SEVEN HEADS! AHHHHHHHHH!” but there was one part that was saying, “Wow, this would be a great manga.”
Hahahaha. xD I also love how she speaks Japanese. I wanna learn Japanese. xD
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Re: Completely Abnormal
by Dreamer 6/26/2010, 10:18 am
This story is AWESOME!! Write more!!! (Or else a banana will haunt you in your sleep)
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Re: Completely Abnormal
by KittyKat913 6/26/2010, 7:14 pm
Thank you! <3
Ratty: I'm glad you like it! I tried to put in as much humour as I could. And, that is actually the way my mind works, because I couldn't resist injecting myself into the Percy Jackson world. Except cooler than I actually am, haha.
Doggie123: I'm working on it, I have some exciting stuff planned. *Gasp* A haunted banana! =O
Ratty: I'm glad you like it! I tried to put in as much humour as I could. And, that is actually the way my mind works, because I couldn't resist injecting myself into the Percy Jackson world. Except cooler than I actually am, haha.
Doggie123: I'm working on it, I have some exciting stuff planned. *Gasp* A haunted banana! =O
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