How to Play Dead and Gone by TI & Justin Timberlake

Prologue Why was I chosen? Why did the gods pick me I didn’t do anything special to risk being killed by a strange monster everyday? I was a normal boy starting my freshmen year in high school some people say I spent my life looking for trouble, but the honest to god (or Gods which ever you prefer) trouble always comes looking for me. I attend Northwest high school. Now you’re probably asking your self, “When does the story get interesting.”   Well the story starts now. What I’m about to tell you is truth and absolute truth if you’re a normal kid and weak at heart I recommend not reading this because he could be watching. He’s always watching and when I say “Him” I don’t like to say the name but I mean Kronos. The name strikes fear into my very soul it freezes the time around me. It sends a chill so cold down my spine my blood turns to ice. Just the mention of that name strikes fear into us all. By “us all’ I mean the Protectors of the Western World. Who are we you might ask. Were protectors, were warriors, some may call us heroes, but in all honesty were just servants of the gods. Which gods do I speak of? You know these gods you know the stories. You know of Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Athena. Do I need to continue? Yes there real and very much alive, but unfortunately with the gods comes everything else we learned in our 6th grade mythology class including monsters and titans whose names I would prefer not to speak. Well if your still here I’m guessing your interested in my life and what’s happening. If you can see these creatures close this book immediately and find us. Believe me we need as much help as we can get.  May Zeus be with you and not curse you with this quest.       Chapter one: I meet the God of Travelers I think its funny how life goes we spend years with the same routine. Wake up, go to school, come home, watch some TV, go to sleep, and do the same routine all over again the next day. Life gets pretty dull. Though today something new did happen we got a new student in my 3rd hour history class her name was Alexa Silverstien. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life She had blonde hair that went pass her shoulders, she was a good height for a girl around 5”6 she had a perfect smile. What really caught my attention were her eyes.  She had beautiful grey eyes, I thought they might have been contacts but then I realized they were natural. They seemed to be filled with wisdom and danger, but for some reason they drew me closer and closer I found myself staring. Until I woke from a gaze to hear my name being called by my history teacher Mr. Johnson, he called my name “Mr. West” I looked up to the realization that the entire class was staring at me. Then again he called, “Mr. West would you please like to answer the question?” Trying to play it cool I responded,” Depends. What’s the question?” Agitated he repeated, “What are some ways Ancient Greek is shown in modern day America?” Not wanting to feel stupid, I just said, “umm… buildings?” He replied and said, “Very good Mr. West now how about an example.” I panicked I didn’t know what to say next so I just sat there and gave him a blank stare he was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden she spoke , “Second bank of the United States Philadelphia, 1824.” It was her. Alexa I looked back to see I wasn’t the only person in shock the entire class room just glared at her. Breaking the awkward silence in a surprised voice Mr. Johnson said, “Well done Mr. Silverstien.” Besides that the days didn’t get much more interesting Though Alexa Just kept answering more and more question, and the more I heard her talk the more I felt the need to talk to her. Life continued on until one day after school I was riding the bus home, and fell asleep. I had a dream. In my dream I was alone in a dark room I heard a dead cold laughter coming from the corner and every second it seemed to be getting closer, I couldn’t move my limbs, I felt as if time it self was moving against me. I thought to my self this is the end. When I felt all was lost I felt this bright light this mass wave of energy embraced me  I turned around to see a massive blue flame in front of me, and at that moment I awoke at my bus stop. I awoke screaming luckily I was the only person on the bus excluding the bus driver. He looked back and asked, “Are you okay kid?” In to much shock I didn’t respond I just got off the bus with a look of pure terror.  The days just got weirder after that. Once I could have sworn I saw a giant boar running next to the bus. Another Day I would bet my life on the fact that I saw a winged lady who told me to come closer I would have came if it wasn’t for the fact I was on a moving bus. I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me until the next day in history class. Mr. Johnson rearranged our seats I sat right next to the window and guess who sat on the right of me. That’s right you guessed it Alexa Silverstien. I could have Background the story takes place in saint louis Missouri an ordinary kid(whose name i havent chosen) well the greek gods have awaken from the from 2,000 years of sleep they're shocked by the way the world is but they've excepted it, but along with the gods monsters and titans the titans are disgusted with the new world so they plan to destroy it the gods don't care about humanity but there life force is tied to humanity so they recruit humans chosen by the oracle of delphi to save the world from the titans and monsters

Prologue Why was I chosen? Why did the gods pick me I didn’t do anything special to risk being killed by a strange monster everyday? I was a normal boy starting my freshmen year in high school some people say I spent my life looking for trouble, but the honest to god (or Gods which ever you prefer) trouble always comes looking for me. I attend Northwest high school. Now you’re probably asking your self, “When does the story get interesting.”   Well the story starts now. What I’m about to tell you is truth and absolute truth if you’re a normal kid and weak at heart I recommend not reading this because he could be watching. He’s always watching and when I say “Him” I don’t like to say the name but I mean Kronos. The name strikes fear into my very soul it freezes the time around me. It sends a chill so cold down my spine my blood turns to ice. Just the mention of that name strikes fear into us all. By “us all’ I mean the Protectors of the Western World. Who are we you might ask. Were protectors, were warriors, some may call us heroes, but in all honesty were just servants of the gods. Which gods do I speak of? You know these gods you know the stories. You know of Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Athena. Do I need to continue? Yes there real and very much alive, but unfortunately with the gods comes everything else we learned in our 6th grade mythology class including monsters and titans whose names I would prefer not to speak. Well if your still here I’m guessing your interested in my life and what’s happening. If you can see these creatures close this book immediately and find us. Believe me we need as much help as we can get.  May Zeus be with you and not curse you with this quest.       Chapter one: I meet the God of Travelers I think its funny how life goes we spend years with the same routine. Wake up, go to school, come home, watch some TV, go to sleep, and do the same routine all over again the next day. Life gets pretty dull. Though today something new did happen we got a new student in my 3rd hour history class her name was Alexa Silverstien. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life She had blonde hair that went pass her shoulders, she was a good height for a girl around 5”6 she had a perfect smile. What really caught my attention were her eyes.  She had beautiful grey eyes, I thought they might have been contacts but then I realized they were natural. They seemed to be filled with wisdom and danger, but for some reason they drew me closer and closer I found myself staring. Until I woke from a gaze to hear my name being called by my history teacher Mr. Johnson, he called my name “Mr. West” I looked up to the realization that the entire class was staring at me. Then again he called, “Mr. West would you please like to answer the question?” Trying to play it cool I responded,” Depends. What’s the question?” Agitated he repeated, “What are some ways Ancient Greek is shown in modern day America?” Not wanting to feel stupid, I just said, “umm… buildings?” He replied and said, “Very good Mr. West now how about an example.” I panicked I didn’t know what to say next so I just sat there and gave him a blank stare he was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden she spoke , “Second bank of the United States Philadelphia, 1824.” It was her. Alexa I looked back to see I wasn’t the only person in shock the entire class room just glared at her. Breaking the awkward silence in a surprised voice Mr. Johnson said, “Well done Mr. Silverstien.” Besides that the days didn’t get much more interesting Though Alexa Just kept answering more and more question, and the more I heard her talk the more I felt the need to talk to her. Life continued on until one day after school I was riding the bus home, and fell asleep. I had a dream. In my dream I was alone in a dark room I heard a dead cold laughter coming from the corner and every second it seemed to be getting closer, I couldn’t move my limbs, I felt as if time it self was moving against me. I thought to my self this is the end. When I felt all was lost I felt this bright light this mass wave of energy embraced me  I turned around to see a massive blue flame in front of me, and at that moment I awoke at my bus stop. I awoke screaming luckily I was the only person on the bus excluding the bus driver. He looked back and asked, “Are you okay kid?” In to much shock I didn’t respond I just got off the bus with a look of pure terror.  The days just got weirder after that. Once I could have sworn I saw a giant boar running next to the bus. Another Day I would bet my life on the fact that I saw a winged lady who told me to come closer I would have came if it wasn’t for the fact I was on a moving bus. I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me until the next day in history class. Mr. Johnson rearranged our seats I sat right next to the window and guess who sat on the right of me. That’s right you guessed it Alexa Silverstien. I could have Background the story takes place in saint louis Missouri an ordinary kid(whose name i havent chosen) well the greek gods have awaken from the from 2,000 years of sleep they're shocked by the way the world is but they've excepted it, but along with the gods monsters and titans the titans are disgusted with the new world so they plan to destroy it the gods don't care about humanity but there life force is tied to humanity so they recruit humans chosen by the oracle of Delphi to save the world from the titans and monsters http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090503145328AAfO7zG&r=w The rest of what i have wrote so far its not so long its not like rick riordan besides the fact its present day in riordans they're the gods children not in my story also riordan had them trained by chiron my heroes get trained by someone else also they arent born with special abilities the gods choose them because an oracle told him and theres only 8 of them also theres no camp halfblood and my villian prolly wont be kronos please give me criticism that doesnt include saying its like riordans i mean i know the whole greek gods in present day is his idea but my whole story is different its not like rick riordan besides the fact its present day in riordans they're the gods children not in my story also riordan had them trained by chiron my heroes get trained by someone else also they arent born with special abilities the gods choose them because an oracle told him and theres only 8 of them also theres no camp halfblood and my villian prolly wont be kronos please give me criticism that doesnt include saying its like riordans i mean i know the whole greek gods in present day is his idea but my whole story is different

Chapter 1 (need title) There I sat. In Room B at Hillier's Funeral Home for Jack. Actually he didn't want a funeral, I should mention. He wanted a party. A celebration of his life. Something to remember him by. I told him I would do it for him, throw him that life celebration. That I would do whatever he thought of. We made a list of ridiculous happenings that would occur at this thing. But I never thought I would have to remember that list so soon. The stuffy room was bulging with the amount of bodies, dead and alive. The crowd, swathed in black, flowed toward the front of the room while that sickly sweet music played overhead. Something sad. Something desolate. Something saying, 'You're at a funeral. Be sad.' Something Jack would have hated. Yet there he was in the magnificent black shiny box that his parents could never have afforded without the help of his grandparents. I sat in my seat not wanting to move, my legs beginning to stick to the leather of its cushion. I wore the outfit that I felt Jack would have picked for me to wear to his death/life party, a t-shirt and shorts. Nothing would have offended him more than for me to wear a black pantsuit. The stares I was starting to get were becoming increasingly hostile. I hadn't taken it upon myself to look at him yet. Seeing him would only solidify the fact that he was truly gone from this world. Gone from me, leaving me alone. It was a sad truth, but like any other, it was going to come crashing down eventually. Rising from my chair, I steadied myself and headed toward the line that ended at the coffin. As I made my way there, I couldn't help but think about how right Jack was about this whole life party thing. I made a mental note to tell my mother not to ever have a funeral for me if I died before she did. I felt I had said my goodbyes when Brett called me with the news. I had felt the crippling grief then, as I slid to the floor with tears running down my cheeks like rivers un-dammed. Finally, after hours of crying, there were no more tears. My grief was still there but the well was dry. I steeled myself as I neared the coffin, but the effort was moot as I realized I wasn't going to cry. Jack lay there, well, JACK didn't lay there, his body did. He looked like a sleeping wax doll of himself. They had done a pretty good job with patching up the black bruises left from the crash. Only a faint tint was visible under all the makeup. I had always told Jack he looked like a young Paul Newman. It was his eyes; they were Robin's Egg Blue, coincidentally his favorite color after I pointed out that the Crayola matched his eyes in the third grade. His fifteen year old face was aged a thousand years in death. The cracks in the caked makeup at the lines of his face etched themselves deeper as the minutes passed. I stepped away after a short while, unable to look anymore. I was never meant to see Jack like this and felt the indecency of the funereal process. I didn't need closure by gathering around an empty shell. Some may need that comfort but I certainly didn't. Jack's mother couldn't tear herself away. She kept running over to the coffin in five minute intervals to make sure he was still there. To me, a body is a body, a life is a life. When the two are separated, you just don't have a need for the former anymore. I was beginning to push my way through the crowd as I looked back for the last time. That was when I saw him standing next to the coffin. Those robin egg blues were unmistakable. Yet quite obviously there was room for doubt. i also need advice n wa ti shood do in the next part of the story