Welcome to Shannon's Amazingly Crazy Crossover Life! Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted material used. PG-13 for now but may change soon. You'll know, really. It'll say on the thingy to the right of the screen. Third Person point of view and (hopefully) past tense. Feel free to point out any grammatical, tense and P.O.V. I own my OCs. This is a self-insertation story. There will be many different elements from various books, movies and television shows in here. The main being Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus and Harry Potter. If you don't know about these books/movies, where have you been for the past twenty or so years! The first Harry Potter book is based in 1991! I'm not entirely sure but I'm pretty sure that Harry Potter was published either that year or a few after that year. J.K.Rowling couldn't find a publisher to take her seriously, I think it was. I don't know. I should really brus up on that. As for Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus, these were written by Rick Riodan, the fantastical author who has actually written three serieses. But I'm not much of a fan for the Kane Chronicals. I'm sorry, Mr Riodan, but Egyptian Mythology just doesn't grab me as Greek and Roman myhtology does.
PLEASE NOTE: Mostly because I can't be bothered to pick the books up after chapter five, the dialogue is made up whilst the main events will stil be there... just with possibily different ways of getting to them... But at th end of the day, this is meant to be a story involving many different things. It will possibly make you laugh... I hope it does... If it doesn't, I'll set my blue, stuffed, flying T-rex called Bananas after you! And Tommy the Tatty Teddy (so named after the infamous Tommy the Salmon- which will possibly be explained in one of these chapters) with Marty the laser-shooting, flying unicorn! I also have no spell check on this thing I'm writing on...
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: It All Begins Here...
Now this is the story all about a girl who was torn between three or four worlds. Looking back, Shannon Toghill wasn't always the random, romantic, witty, and brave bad ass girl she'd grow up to be. If someone had looked at her future, they'd have gained themselves into St Mungo's to get their mind sorted out. Shannon had been just the opposite at some point. She had been plain, boy-repelling, terrible at sarcasm, cowardly... Okay, so she wasn't all that great. Our story could start anywhere in her life but things are better off starting when she was eight years old. That's when things started to happen... How many best friends had she had?
When Shannon was eight, she'd moved house four times and changed schools three times. Sure, she'd had a busy childhood but she was just a kid...
It was a bright day in beautiful Cearphilly, South wales, from where our heroin hails. She was walking around the old castle in wonder. Her mother would be worried about her, she knew. She was eight years old, and free of a chaperone. So she decided to walk around the moat. The year was 2003. Her mother would be frantic by now. But she was having fun, despite knowing the consequences.
A man kept staring at her. That bothered her. Her schools had taught her about Stranger Danger and she made the decision to run and find Mummy.
Shannon was kinda cute for an eight year old with her green eyes and long, dark blonde hair. Her face was small and munchkin-like- minus the creepiness. She was wearing a blue pair of shorts with red and green flowers on them as well as a blue vest top with 'G2 Girl' blaring out in a floral material. Her mother had picked out the outfit and paired it with a purple Bratz visor and black and white trainers.
The man seemed strangely familiar to Shannon. He wore a hawaiian shirt with brown shorts. His feet looked accustomed to the flip-flops he wore. He also wore a fishing hat. He smiled smally at her with a pair of ocean green eyes. His hair was black. His skin was tanned like he spent all day at the beach.
"Shannon," her mother's voice rang out. "Shannon! There you are!"
Her mother came up to her and flung her arms over her daughter, black hair flying. Her mother had grounded her for three whole agonizing days. Shannon hated her bedroom version of incarceration. She wanted to be outside, enjoying the sun because the next day, it could be gone.
She had odd dreams at night...
Monsters would come and grab her, eating her... She liked spiders but hated the surprise of where they turned up. They were beautiful creatures, in her opinion. But, still, she dreamt about spiders trying to eat her. But some of the dreams were good ones. The man featured in a few of them. He just talked to her. Asked questions and laughed at her silly eight year old jokes.
Shannon always woke up to her room. It had pink walls and green curtains with purple flowers dotted on them. Her bed was in the corner, behind the door and opposite the window. Beside it was a white, wooden bedside table which, later on, would hold the girl's first television. For now, it was filled with books with a stereo on it. Her floor was wooden, painted an aqua-green colour and covered partly by a white fluffy rug. Shannon loved her room, despite the fact that it had no colour scheme in particular.
After she woke up and played around for a little while, she'd go downstairs to see her mother. It was the summer holidays and she had no school. This morning, she went into her living room, where her mother was feeding her baby brother, Corey. Chris, her step-dad, must have already done to work.
"Good morning, Mummy," she greeted."'Ello, Corey."
There was a knock on the door.
"Watch Corey for a second, Shannon." Her mother got up and went out of the room, answering the door. Shannon played with Corey for a few seconds. She loved her little brother. She over heard her mother talking to someone. "You?"
"Hello, Claire," a cheerful, man's voice replied. "How is our daughter?"
"Stay away from her," Claire growled.
Shannon was getting worried about her mummy. She got up and listened against the door.
"It'll start soon, Claire. I don't want to explain to you again what will happen if she stays here. She can come home for the school term but she needs to go to camp," the man said.
Shannon pressed her ear harder against the wooden door.
"I haven't decided about it yet," Claire hissed.
"I'll take care of travel expenses," the man said. "All you have to do is say the word."
Shannon rushed back to her spot next to Corey and resumed playing with him. Her mother closed the door and came back into the living room. She hugged Shannon. Shannon laughed.
"Mummy!" she screamed with laughter. "Mummy, let me go."
For a second, it seemed as though her mother would never let her go. She sighed and held Shannon at arms length, keeping an eye on her face.
"How would you like to go to a camp?" her mother sighed.
Shannon's eyes lit up. "Will you be there?"
"No. I mean a summer camp," her mother smiled. "In America."
"Okay. Can we take the bus?" Shannon asked.
"No. You'll... You can't go on planes, Shannon," her mother sighed. "It's dangerous for you. You'll be going on a big boat."
"A big boat?" Shannon gasped. "Cool!"
"Mm-hm. And when you get on it, everyone has to do what you say," her mother told her. "And they'll have to call you Princess Shannon."
"I don't wanna be a princess," Shannon pointed out. "They're too girly."
"Well, they'll have to call you Captain Shannon, then, because they have to what you tell them to do. But they have to take you to America."
"Wow! How far away is America, Mummy?" Shannon asked.
"Very, very far away," her mother smiled sadly.
"Mummy?"
"Mm?"
"Why do I have to go?"
Her mother hesitated. "It's something I promised your daddy when he was here."
"Before he died?" Shannon asked.
"Not dead. Just lost at sea," her mother corrected. "And yes. But only when you started to be... magical."
"Like Ella?" Shannon asked. Ella was the little blonde girl her mother made stories up about when Shannon was three years old.
Her mother smiled. "Like Ella. But you've been making... things happen, lately, Shannon. So it's time for you to start camp."
"You mean like the cookies following me around the kitchen?" Shannon asked. "Or the flowers growing big around me. Or the bathwater floating? Or Corey flying around the room?"
"Yes," her mother sighed. These things irritated her but she had no choice but to sell the camp to her. "And you'll make new friends."
"But I've got Louise," Shannon reasonned.
"She's your friend at school," her mother pointed. "Not during the summer becuase you don't know where she lives and she doesn't know where we live."
Shannon shrugged. "'Kay."
"And there are cabins where you'll get to sleep and your daddy has one just for you. But first he needs to claim you," her mother told her. "And there's this horse man called Chiron. He's called a centaur. There's also a little grumpy man called Mr Dionysus. You need to make sure you don't get on his nerves."
"I don't get on anyone's nerves!" Shannon protested.
The sky seemed to thunder at all the mother told her daughter.
"Okay. Go pack a bag," her mother ushered. She looked out with her blue eyes. She got really nervous when she didn't know what would happen to her daughter. Corey gurgled and she picked him up.
Upstairs, Shannon invaded her big, wooden wardrobe. She'd always been able to climb inside it. It was that big. She looked through her clothes. She tore all her jeans down and pulled down all her tops and jumpers, jackets and pushed them all into a big blue bag. When it wouldn't fit, she tried to sit on it. She sat there bored for five minutes. As soon as she heard footsteps, she panicked. So the clothes all went in. She fell onto her bed with an 'Oof!' noise and her mother walked in, Corey on her hip.
"Packed?" her mother asked.
"Why am I going today, Mummy? Why can't I spend time here with you and Corey and Chris?" Shannon asked.
"Because, if you don't go today, then you won't ever be able to go there again," her mother lied. She knew she didn't mean to lie to her eight year old but it was necessary to get her to go.
Shannon seemed to weigh out the options. "Okay." She held out her bag. "Packed."
Her mother smiled and came to kiss her on the forehead. There was a beep from outside and her mother went to see what it was. Her smile turned to a frown.
Shannon rushed over, scrambling over a white toybox to see out the window. There was a limosine waiting for her. A blue limo. Shannon looked up at her mother, smiling like it was her birthday.
"Is that for me?" she asked excitedly.
"Y-yes," her mother said.
Shannon jumped down and put her trainers on. She figured that they would be enough for the entire trip. "Can I go now, Mummy?"
"If you want to," her mother said, trying to smile. "And I'll see you in the school term."
"Aren't you coming out with me, Mummy?" Shannon asked.
"No, sweetheart. I can't. I need to look after Corey," her mother smiled. It was a false smile. This was breaking her mother's heart.
"Okay," Shannon shrugged. She put down her bag and ran to her mother, catching her in a hug. She buried her face in her mother, breathing her in. "I love you, Mummy. I'll see you when school starts."
Shannon found the door open and went out of the house.
PLEASE NOTE: Mostly because I can't be bothered to pick the books up after chapter five, the dialogue is made up whilst the main events will stil be there... just with possibily different ways of getting to them... But at th end of the day, this is meant to be a story involving many different things. It will possibly make you laugh... I hope it does... If it doesn't, I'll set my blue, stuffed, flying T-rex called Bananas after you! And Tommy the Tatty Teddy (so named after the infamous Tommy the Salmon- which will possibly be explained in one of these chapters) with Marty the laser-shooting, flying unicorn! I also have no spell check on this thing I'm writing on...
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: It All Begins Here...
Now this is the story all about a girl who was torn between three or four worlds. Looking back, Shannon Toghill wasn't always the random, romantic, witty, and brave bad ass girl she'd grow up to be. If someone had looked at her future, they'd have gained themselves into St Mungo's to get their mind sorted out. Shannon had been just the opposite at some point. She had been plain, boy-repelling, terrible at sarcasm, cowardly... Okay, so she wasn't all that great. Our story could start anywhere in her life but things are better off starting when she was eight years old. That's when things started to happen... How many best friends had she had?
When Shannon was eight, she'd moved house four times and changed schools three times. Sure, she'd had a busy childhood but she was just a kid...
It was a bright day in beautiful Cearphilly, South wales, from where our heroin hails. She was walking around the old castle in wonder. Her mother would be worried about her, she knew. She was eight years old, and free of a chaperone. So she decided to walk around the moat. The year was 2003. Her mother would be frantic by now. But she was having fun, despite knowing the consequences.
A man kept staring at her. That bothered her. Her schools had taught her about Stranger Danger and she made the decision to run and find Mummy.
Shannon was kinda cute for an eight year old with her green eyes and long, dark blonde hair. Her face was small and munchkin-like- minus the creepiness. She was wearing a blue pair of shorts with red and green flowers on them as well as a blue vest top with 'G2 Girl' blaring out in a floral material. Her mother had picked out the outfit and paired it with a purple Bratz visor and black and white trainers.
The man seemed strangely familiar to Shannon. He wore a hawaiian shirt with brown shorts. His feet looked accustomed to the flip-flops he wore. He also wore a fishing hat. He smiled smally at her with a pair of ocean green eyes. His hair was black. His skin was tanned like he spent all day at the beach.
"Shannon," her mother's voice rang out. "Shannon! There you are!"
Her mother came up to her and flung her arms over her daughter, black hair flying. Her mother had grounded her for three whole agonizing days. Shannon hated her bedroom version of incarceration. She wanted to be outside, enjoying the sun because the next day, it could be gone.
She had odd dreams at night...
Monsters would come and grab her, eating her... She liked spiders but hated the surprise of where they turned up. They were beautiful creatures, in her opinion. But, still, she dreamt about spiders trying to eat her. But some of the dreams were good ones. The man featured in a few of them. He just talked to her. Asked questions and laughed at her silly eight year old jokes.
Shannon always woke up to her room. It had pink walls and green curtains with purple flowers dotted on them. Her bed was in the corner, behind the door and opposite the window. Beside it was a white, wooden bedside table which, later on, would hold the girl's first television. For now, it was filled with books with a stereo on it. Her floor was wooden, painted an aqua-green colour and covered partly by a white fluffy rug. Shannon loved her room, despite the fact that it had no colour scheme in particular.
After she woke up and played around for a little while, she'd go downstairs to see her mother. It was the summer holidays and she had no school. This morning, she went into her living room, where her mother was feeding her baby brother, Corey. Chris, her step-dad, must have already done to work.
"Good morning, Mummy," she greeted."'Ello, Corey."
There was a knock on the door.
"Watch Corey for a second, Shannon." Her mother got up and went out of the room, answering the door. Shannon played with Corey for a few seconds. She loved her little brother. She over heard her mother talking to someone. "You?"
"Hello, Claire," a cheerful, man's voice replied. "How is our daughter?"
"Stay away from her," Claire growled.
Shannon was getting worried about her mummy. She got up and listened against the door.
"It'll start soon, Claire. I don't want to explain to you again what will happen if she stays here. She can come home for the school term but she needs to go to camp," the man said.
Shannon pressed her ear harder against the wooden door.
"I haven't decided about it yet," Claire hissed.
"I'll take care of travel expenses," the man said. "All you have to do is say the word."
Shannon rushed back to her spot next to Corey and resumed playing with him. Her mother closed the door and came back into the living room. She hugged Shannon. Shannon laughed.
"Mummy!" she screamed with laughter. "Mummy, let me go."
For a second, it seemed as though her mother would never let her go. She sighed and held Shannon at arms length, keeping an eye on her face.
"How would you like to go to a camp?" her mother sighed.
Shannon's eyes lit up. "Will you be there?"
"No. I mean a summer camp," her mother smiled. "In America."
"Okay. Can we take the bus?" Shannon asked.
"No. You'll... You can't go on planes, Shannon," her mother sighed. "It's dangerous for you. You'll be going on a big boat."
"A big boat?" Shannon gasped. "Cool!"
"Mm-hm. And when you get on it, everyone has to do what you say," her mother told her. "And they'll have to call you Princess Shannon."
"I don't wanna be a princess," Shannon pointed out. "They're too girly."
"Well, they'll have to call you Captain Shannon, then, because they have to what you tell them to do. But they have to take you to America."
"Wow! How far away is America, Mummy?" Shannon asked.
"Very, very far away," her mother smiled sadly.
"Mummy?"
"Mm?"
"Why do I have to go?"
Her mother hesitated. "It's something I promised your daddy when he was here."
"Before he died?" Shannon asked.
"Not dead. Just lost at sea," her mother corrected. "And yes. But only when you started to be... magical."
"Like Ella?" Shannon asked. Ella was the little blonde girl her mother made stories up about when Shannon was three years old.
Her mother smiled. "Like Ella. But you've been making... things happen, lately, Shannon. So it's time for you to start camp."
"You mean like the cookies following me around the kitchen?" Shannon asked. "Or the flowers growing big around me. Or the bathwater floating? Or Corey flying around the room?"
"Yes," her mother sighed. These things irritated her but she had no choice but to sell the camp to her. "And you'll make new friends."
"But I've got Louise," Shannon reasonned.
"She's your friend at school," her mother pointed. "Not during the summer becuase you don't know where she lives and she doesn't know where we live."
Shannon shrugged. "'Kay."
"And there are cabins where you'll get to sleep and your daddy has one just for you. But first he needs to claim you," her mother told her. "And there's this horse man called Chiron. He's called a centaur. There's also a little grumpy man called Mr Dionysus. You need to make sure you don't get on his nerves."
"I don't get on anyone's nerves!" Shannon protested.
The sky seemed to thunder at all the mother told her daughter.
"Okay. Go pack a bag," her mother ushered. She looked out with her blue eyes. She got really nervous when she didn't know what would happen to her daughter. Corey gurgled and she picked him up.
Upstairs, Shannon invaded her big, wooden wardrobe. She'd always been able to climb inside it. It was that big. She looked through her clothes. She tore all her jeans down and pulled down all her tops and jumpers, jackets and pushed them all into a big blue bag. When it wouldn't fit, she tried to sit on it. She sat there bored for five minutes. As soon as she heard footsteps, she panicked. So the clothes all went in. She fell onto her bed with an 'Oof!' noise and her mother walked in, Corey on her hip.
"Packed?" her mother asked.
"Why am I going today, Mummy? Why can't I spend time here with you and Corey and Chris?" Shannon asked.
"Because, if you don't go today, then you won't ever be able to go there again," her mother lied. She knew she didn't mean to lie to her eight year old but it was necessary to get her to go.
Shannon seemed to weigh out the options. "Okay." She held out her bag. "Packed."
Her mother smiled and came to kiss her on the forehead. There was a beep from outside and her mother went to see what it was. Her smile turned to a frown.
Shannon rushed over, scrambling over a white toybox to see out the window. There was a limosine waiting for her. A blue limo. Shannon looked up at her mother, smiling like it was her birthday.
"Is that for me?" she asked excitedly.
"Y-yes," her mother said.
Shannon jumped down and put her trainers on. She figured that they would be enough for the entire trip. "Can I go now, Mummy?"
"If you want to," her mother said, trying to smile. "And I'll see you in the school term."
"Aren't you coming out with me, Mummy?" Shannon asked.
"No, sweetheart. I can't. I need to look after Corey," her mother smiled. It was a false smile. This was breaking her mother's heart.
"Okay," Shannon shrugged. She put down her bag and ran to her mother, catching her in a hug. She buried her face in her mother, breathing her in. "I love you, Mummy. I'll see you when school starts."
Shannon found the door open and went out of the house.