You go out in a worse way than you came into the world if you don't believe me. My name is Felicity Clare, but you can call me Missy. If you don't, than the threat I made a few seconds ago? Yeah, you'll quickly realize I'm not joking.
Okay, okay. So maybe I'm not in the greatest mood at the moment. But, who would be if your best friend just told you you're a special person with a special gift in a mythological place with Greek gods and evil monsters who comes and tries to kill you every other day?
Oh, did I mention I can 'control' water and earth?
Don't judge me.
Mrs. Crêpe, our orphanage mom, came in. She looked between Jason and me, a worry line formed on her forehead when she saw I had my 'attitude' face on.
"Anything wrong?"
"No, Mrs. Crêpe." I said, glaring at Jason from my spot on the couch, where he flinched back against the chair. "Everything's…magical."
"Okay then." She said, walking out the doorway. She looked back one more time and gave Jason a look that said I'd listen to her.
Humph. Smart woman.
"So," I said, after I steamed down a bit. "Who's my Greek 'rent?"
"Uh, I really don't have a clue."
"Why?"
"Well," He blushed a bit. "Your beautiful like Aphrodite." GREAT! Now I'M blushing! "Your headstrong like Zeus. And you have Poseidon's green eyes. I just don't know!"
"Oh?"
"Well that knocks out Athena." He mumbled.
"HEY!"
Jason just smiled. He knew I couldn't resist 'THE' smile!
You like him.
NO WAY!
Sure.
SHUT UP!
No.
Stupid voice.
"Mr. D!" Jason said, stepping into a cabin. I looked around at the little place. It looked comfy enough. I want this room!
"Okay, so where is Mr. D?
Jason turned around and shrugged.
"Here I am Jerboa." A man said, walking into the room that I can only guess is Mr. D.
"JASON!" Jason said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, okay Jeremiah." Mr. D said, plopping down on the sofa. Then, he finally acknowledged me.
I wasn't used to being ignored.
"Who are you?"
Wow. Temper much? "Missy."
"Missy…?" He hinted.
"I…don't know. My real name is a secret. I hate it." I explained.
"Full name."
I sighed. "Felicity Clare. Last name, I have no clue."
"Hmm…" He leaned back as if measuring me up. "I like your attitude, Missy. CHIRON!"
A man (or horse!) walked (Galloped.) into the room. "Take Miss. Missy to her cabin."
"Hermes?"
Mr. D looked at me and smiled. "Put her in the cabin with Percy Jackson."
Who the hell is Percy Jackson?