Time to fish

I was only 9 years old

I loved Percy Jackson so much, I had all the merchandise and movies I pray to him every night before bed thanking him for the life I've been given. "Time to fish," I say, "It is time to fish" My dad overhears me and calls me a fangirl I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Percy I called him a dam schist He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep I'm crying now, and my face hurts I lay in bed and its really cold A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me Its Percy I am so happy He whispers into my ear "Time to fish." He grabs me with his powerful demigod hands and puts a fishing rod in my hands I'm ready I cast the line, I feel a tug It strains my arms reeling in the heavy object, but I do it for Percy I can feel my arms tearing as my eyes start to water I pull harder I want to please Percy with my fishing skills Suddenly I hear a snap On the end of my fishing rod is the decapitated head of my dad Percy Jackson looks his head straight in the eye and says "Time to fish" Percy leaves through my window

Time to fish.