30Hello wonderful people of fanfiction. I bet you want to kill me because I haven't updated in a while. Well I started High School and I am very busy at the moment so my best friend fantasybookworm2012 wrote another chapter for the story! Yay!
Disclaimer: Tali and I do not own PJO or it's characters. Rick Riordan does. All we own is the plot
Annabeth
The construction workers said they'd take it up with the government, of all people. Whenever they get back we're going to show them logic and reason and if that doesn't work, I think Thalia's idea of feeding them to the harpies might suffice. I had taken Percy's advice and attempted to reconcile with my dad and step-family. It worked for a week or two but then my step-other went right back to saying I was dangerous. So I left, again. I wasn't going back.
The conch horn blew signaling dinner time and Will, Thalia, and the other kids chained to trees came as well after somehow getting themselves out.
Malcolm and I were sitting at the Athena table and the discussion seemed to be overly intellectual to most cabins, to ours it was probably a bit under the radar.
"What are you planning to do?" one of the newer campers, Lacey, asked.
"Well, when they get back we're going to try to get them to realize this isn't just camp to us. It's our home."
I heard Drew laughing at the table and asked her to keep her voice down. She said something a little disturbing,
"If they close it down, I'm fine."
How could anyone want camp gone? I knew that when I was a kid I couldn't imagine not having camp and I think I might have jinxed it.
"What if that doesn't work?" Malcolm asked.
"I have back-up ideas," I said. "Besides if they don't listen, we'll chain ourselves to trees. They'd be in jail for burning the camp down then."
After dinner, Percy, Thalia, Grover, Nico, and I were all seated by the lake. I could smell a little pegassi manure but didn't say anything about it.
Percy thought it'd be funny to get us wet, so Thalia retaliated. She shocked him a little. Nico must have felt a little left out because he summoned a skeleton warrior out of the ground causing a little crack. I laughed at their antic then we all jumped in the lake and started splashing each other.
We were laughing so hard, then were interrupted by a harsh cough. I looked up and saw the head construction worker. Sludge.
We got out of the lake and stopped laughing.
"This is how you pathetic little teenagers spend your day?"
"No, we're just unwinding from the stress you put on us," Thalia stated. Sometimes I was unsure of if her words were more harmful than her actual fighting.
"We have a few FBI officers with us," Sludge told us. "Can't you just back down while you're still allowed to live in the world instead of prision for refusing us property?"
"Techinically," I stated. "This property has been around since forever. It is owned by the gods."
"Whatever. Your director is calling ameeting."
We nodded and walked into the rec room.
"Why are you all wet?" a lady with stick straight hair and cold eyes asked in a condescending manner.
"We were having a water_" I started but Thalia interjected,
"We don't have to explain to you."
"Thalia!" I shouted.
"What, they are trying to mess with my best friend's home. I'm not letting you leave, especially if that woman can't_" I stopped her.
"Don't announce to the world my issues, please."
"Oh right, sorry. But, it's true."
I saw someone come in with a camera. Wait, what?
"Why?" I asked them.
"Broadcasting this confrontation live!" one of the agents said happily.
"Blech, too cheerful," Thalia said.
"Live in 3-2," she turned to the camera. "Good evening, America. We're here live from Camp Half-Blood. Yes, the camp for demigods. They have agreed to let us use their property as a parking lot."
"We didn't agree!" I shouted.
"We're here to get some input from these kids. Who I think might have a bit of a temper problem."
Percy was fuming, I could tell. Thalia actually looked like she wanted to start a lighting storm in the middle of the rec room.
"Oh give me that," Thalia said, snatching the microphone from the newslady. She looked at the camera.
"If you're watching," she stated. "That lady is a liar. We have told them no. Know why? Demigods have a hard time surviving regardless, this is our haven. A place we can actually be well_kids! Some of us have no where to go if we don't have camp. Annabeth, say something?"
I took the microphone and nodded.
"What she said. A lot of us have nowhere to go aside from camp. I'd tell you to call us but that'd be a counterproductive idea. Do whatever you want in your world but I say people need to stop trying to take away my home!"
I thrust the microphone back into the newslady's hand then walked away.
They left after Thalia shocked the camera.
(At Goode's Freshmen Orintation-Percy's Sophmore Year.)-3rd POV
The students of Goode could notbelive this.
"Mr. Blofis," a student asked. Her name was Angela.
"Yes, Angela?"
"How can we help those kids?"
Paul Blofis smiled.
"I'll ask my stepson, considering he's right in the mix of al of that right now."
"Why do they want to destroy their safe-haven?"
Paul shrugged and left. The top of his car still had a dent from when a Pegasus had landed on it. He was determined to help the demigods, he just didn't know how.
A/N: Hey. This is fantasybookworm2012, AGAIN. If you hate my writing…don't say that to Annabeth, she'd kill you. Anyway, little Miss "I have to be right." Annabeth is bogged down with homework and her new school. So, she pretty much begged it to be coauthor or for me to at least write a few chapters every now and then. I agreed. By the way, if any of you like debating.{Annabeth, you can freak out later, but I'm calling this your completely overdue Birthday present. Sorry I'm late.{by A LOT.)
Anyway if you like debating Annabeth and I both do and we have a forum with a section for debating about anything. You're welcome to join. Message Annabeth or me for details.
On a final note: I leave you with a challenge. If you can tell me what this comes from Annabeth and I will come up with some sort of reward. And Yes, I can speak for her since well, heck she's the one who decided my fictional language should be an official language. :P
"We're going to eat them! No!I can't be Mr. Earth! Noooo!"
Tell me where that came from and we'll come up with something. And Annabeth no you may not use your knowledge of Sapphire and/or any other one of my galaxies to answer that. This one comes from a real t.v. show.