Chase Beckendorf (A Camp Half Blood Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I woke up in my small apartment, alone. The day was September 4th, 2016 "Happy Birthday Chase" I smiled at myself "18." I sighed and sat up, checking my alarm clock, it was 7:30, "Alright. Today's the big day" I mumbled, throwing a shirt on and my black leather jacket. I popped some bread into the toaster and set in on a three minute timer. I went to the washroom, quickly styling my hair and brushing my teeth "Smile" I said, smiling. I go to grab my toast with my toothbrush still in and there's a knock on my door, I take the brush out and throw it into the sink, the knocking gets louder and more progressive. "Alright alright!" I shouted, opening the door and seeing someone who looked just like me, but a little older. "Hi, you Chase Beckendorf?" The man asked
I nodded slowly "Who's asking?"
He looked at me in the eyes "Your father" He said, putting his arms around me
"You're awfully short dad?" I sighed
"Yes. I'm your dad. The names Apollo" He said
"Woah, like the go-" He cut me off
"Yes. The god" He said, quieter
"Alright" I nodded, playing it off cool
"Come in" I said
"Sure" He nodded and handed me two things, a ring and some car keys
"Uhm, what?" I asked
"The ring is a sword or a bow, with unlimited arrows. The keys summon any car you want" He explained, eating my toast
"Yeah, I have to go soon" I said, looking at him
"Then go, I'll fix this place up" He said
I nodded "Uhm, thanks" I shrugged, I already had a license but no car
He nodded "Yeah, have a fun day" He threw me a card that landed in my pocket. I pulled it out 'Camp Half Blood, Long Island South' Is what it said "Cool" I said tossing the car keys in the air and imagining my dream car, a bright orange Audi R8, and sure enough, there it was. I chuckled, getting in and driving to my job at the book store.

The rest of the day was as boring as it got. I went back to the apartment and didn't see the apartment. I saw a house, in the place where my apartment once was, a front gate, a parking lot everything. "This is cool" I mumbled, ringing the buzzer, a man answering it "Who's there?" He asked
"Chase Beckendorf" I said smoothly
The man cleared his throat "Mr. Beckendorf, please. Come in" the doors opened and I drove in, no problem.