BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I hate alarms.I glance up at the clock. 7:30. Crap, I'm late……again. I jump out of bed and throw on cut-off shorts, a purple tee shirt, and, purple high tops. Running into the kitchen I grabbed a yogurt drink and my backpack.
"Late again, Elena?" my dad asked wearing a slightly amused look.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He just laughed. "Yeah, love you too." Don't get me wrong dad's great. I love him, I really do. He's the artsy type of guy who doesn't freak out when you show up at home with your ears double pierced and with purple high lights in your hair( both of which I did). "Bye!" I call as I raced downstairs to bus.
I, as always, got to the bus last minute. "Would kill you to be on time?" the driver asked.
"Maybe" I answered grinning evilly.
"Hey Elena, how's the cripple?" some kid calls. Kids can be so heartless. They always tease my best (and only) friend Andy because he has something wrong with his legs, so he needs crutches. So that basically means I have to bust some heads once a week. As I walk past I step on the kid's foot. He winced as I twisted my foot. Smiling I make my way to the back were Andy and I always sit.
"Hey," he says as sit down "Think you can make it through the last day?"
"Very funny, Andy" Okay, I'm notorious for never making it through a school one year. Usually some minor fiasco happens before the years' over and, of course, I'm blamed. Let's just say I don't like school at all. I'm pretty sure the teachers feel the exact same opinion as me, too.
Most of the day was really boring. No Greek mythology, my very favorite subject, either. The day was almost over all I had left was gym which is pretty easy because mot of the girls shriek when the ball comes with in a foot of them. So I pulled my dark purple streaked hair into a pony tail, put on gym shorts and a tee shirt.
A few minutes into the game even I knew something was wrong. One really ugly girl just kept growing larger and hairier until she looked like a giant dog with yellow teeth. Then it charged right at me.
"Elena! Stomp your feet and imagine spikes coming out of your shoes!" a voice screamed. It was Andy.
I looked down at the high tops, that he had given me for my birthday a few months ago, on my feet. "And what the hell is the going to do?" I yelled.
"Just do it!" he commanded. Instinctively I did. Short bronze spikes grew from the heels of my high tops. The dog bared its teeth. Without thinking I kicked its face twice. By the second kick it broke into dust and slime.
"Come on we need to go!" Andy said pulling my arm and leading me out of the gym.
In twenty minutes we were hurrying into my apartment building. We burst into my apartment. My dad ran out wearing paint splattered clothes and looking very worried.
Andy nodded and said "It's time, Mr. Argot. Ele, pack your things we need to leave." I ran into my room, grabbed a duffel bag and began stuffing my things into it: clothes, shoes, my laptop and I pod.
Two hours later we were in the car drive in the middle of no where. Andy and my father had just explained that my mom was a Greek god. After awhile it made sense. Like how I can never manage to stay at one school because monsters were always chasing me. Suddenly Dad stopped. He gave a sad look and said "Goodbye." And then drove off.
I followed Andy over to a tree with a golden glittery shirt hung from its branches. At the tree's base a dragon lay curled around the trunk. "Welcome to Camp Half Blood!" Andy announced
THANKS FOR READING!!! PLEASE REVIEW. CRITISM IS APPRCIATED! EVEN SUBIT CHARACTERS AND I'LL TRY TO ADD THEM IN!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PJO BUT I DO OWN ELENA AND ANDY. ;D
