1A.N. Whaaaaat? Over a month, you say? ...well to be honest I've been kinda been busy...got moved classes halfway through first term...had...problems in general...but I'm back now! And I'll try update and chiz more often! Aaanywaaayyy...*looks pointedly at Leo*
Leo; *pauses in middle of eating taco*...what?
Me; ok a) are you allergic to eating with you mouth closed or something?! b) the disclaimer?
Leo; hurtful...*pouts*
Me; oh man up! Now disclaimer, dude!
Leo; *sigh* Alice here does not own the percy jackson or heroes of Olympus series, or the characters; she is a teenager. And a girl. Aka not Mr Riordan.
me; you heard the man! Well, boy, really...
Leo; *le glare*
i wake up in the middle of some...room. Where? I don't know. And there is a dude...staring at my face.
"What the fudgeballs?" I raise a hand to poke the boys face. Oh look...it's all red and sore looking...like a boiled tomato...i didn't know hands were related to tomatoes...I scrunch my nose up, and inspect the face. He has sea green eyes, with little flecks of blue here and there; kinda like he sees everything through twin pools of greenness! His skin is kinda tanned. He smells like salt water and suba diving.
And he has a black mop on his head.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" I ask bluntly, staring at the boy. There are a few seconds of awkward silence. Then he jumps like someone put an electric eel down his pants, and tips dangerously far back on his chair.
"Alice Jennings, just what do you think you're doing?" Ms Simmons towers over my desk; the perfect image of hell bundled up into elementary school teacher clothes. I beam up at her nonchalantly; the lady didn't scare me. I had seen much worse at home. I'd tried to fill my classmates in on it several times; but they'd all just run away, yelling to their moms about 'the crazy girl trying to change them'. Whatever that means.
I swing back onto two chair legs again, and lean my elbows against my desk.
"Yes, Ms Simmons?" I ask innocently.
"Answer the question, dearie." I don't understand why she calls us that. She obviously doesn't mean it; I can see the fires of hell dancing in her eyes whenever she utters the word.
"I'm relaxing, Ms. You see, I've finished my drawing already. And there's nothing else to do." I explain, rocking back and forth slightly. Ms Simmons snorts, and snatches up my paper.
"Pray, child, what is this?" Her fingers tighten their hold, crinkling the flimsy paper.
"It's this vision in my head, Ms. There's a girl, standing in front of a crowd, with a trident above her head." I explain patiently. "It looks much better in my head, b-" I break off, as I watch the spindly hands briskly tearing the drawing in two. Ms Simmons drops the paper, shaking uncontrollably.
"Detention, miss Jennings," she announces, voice quivering as she pronounces each cold syllable, "for such an insult to this school."
The following silence is broken by as a pair of chair legs slam back down onto the floor.
"But I didn't do anything! All I did was draw a picture!"
"Who's Ms Simmons?" A voice yanks me back to reality with a viscous tug; and I find myself face to face with the boy again.
"Excuse me?" I frown, searching his face with my eyes, trying to ignore a strange tugging sensation in the pit of my stomach. Why do I know him...?
"Ms Simmons. You think out loud." The boy frowns at me scrutinisingly.
"No I don't." I reply, starting to get a tad annoyed at this guy. Who does he think he is, telling me what habits I have! I don't even know him! I complain, starting to sit up a bit more.
"No, don't!" The boy yelps, hands floundering as he begins to panic. What the hell is wrong with this guy?!
"Okay. First off; who are you?! Second off; where am I?! And third off; dude, calm yourself. " I laugh, "All I did was sit u-" The wave of pain that hits me next is indescribable. Try and think of the worst pain you've ever known. Now multiply it by ten. Add a continuos surge of nausea at the back of your throat, a fever or two, throw in some migraines; and you might have a third of how I feel. All the strength suddenly migrates from my body in search for the good land 'healthy' as I flop like a dead fish, lifeless, the room spinning before my eyes.
"Apollo! Apollo?! I need a healer, NOW." The boy yells, quickly getting to his feet. He continuously looks back at me, anxiety and fear as evident on his face as if someone had constructed a huge flashing sign reading I'm worried and tacked it to his nose.
Maybe hours, maybe seconds later, a girl with curly golden hair and bright blue eyes rushes over, sunlight streaming in from somewhere and bouncing off each individual curl.
"What is it?" She asks. The boy points at me.
"Nectar. Now." He orders hoarsely. The girl's eyes widen in panic.
"But we don't know if she's a de-"
"Em, please! just do it."
The girl breaks her gaze first, and rushes off somewhere beyond my bed. A short while later, she returns with a cup of liquid, a straw poking out of the amber beverage.
"Drink this." She orders, pushing the glass into my shaking hands. Drink now, questions later, I decide, as I try and lift the drink to my lips. For a moment my hands shudder so violently I'm terrified I'll drop it; but then the boy appears, and takes the cup into his hands.
"I'll hold it. You drink it. Can we agree on this?" He asks, caching my gaze with those sea green eyes. I manage to twitch my head for a yes, and faintly start sipping on the straw, bracing myself for the taste of bitter medicine; and find myself sipping liquid baked alaska. It slips down my throat easily, filling my body with a warm, reassuring heat, almost like a cooled liquid fire. If this thing made me glow I would be a warm ember-gold. Slowly my eyelids begin to droop, as the liquid baked alaska is moved away.
"In answer to your questions; number one. my name is Percy." The boy whispers gently. "What's yours?"
"Alice..." I mumble sleepily, twitching slightly as the covers are pulled around my shoulders. Percy ruffles my hair.
"Nice to meet you, Alice. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood."
"What's that, Percy?" I yawn, desperately grasping at consciousness long enough for my answer.
"A camp for people like us. Demi-gods. You know the Greek Gods, and the legends surrounding Ancient Greece? Well, they're true. And it's all real. The monsters, the heroes, everything..." Percy's voice slowly fades away, along with my last thought before sleep steals upon me once again. I'm a who now?
A.N. -Tada! So, Alice made it to CHB! But what's gonna happen next? o-O
Leo; OH OH OH! What abo-
me; shaddup, Valdez. We ain't gonna give nothin away :3
Leo; but what abo-
Me; I said nothing! Now shush and go eat some tacos!
anyway, sorry if this chapter was a bit boring and/or rushed. Its twenty past three. A.M. I've been doing this cuz I can't get to sleep. Sooooo...yeah. Night! Or morning...GAH, my brain hurts...😖 R&R, please! You'll get a cookie if you do! :3