I do not own Percy Jackson and The Olympians. All rights belong to Rick Riordan. A/N Wow! My second fanfiction. This one will be a long one. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with it. So I've always played out little scenes in my head with Percy and Annabeth's daughter, and I always really liked the idea. So I decided to make it concrete, and Constructive criticism accepted and encouraged. ¸.•*¨*• •*¨*•.¸¸
But it wasn't like I had super-natural powers or anything. Not like my parents.
The bell rang. Where had the time gone? I was left in the hallway with the kids who didn't care about being late or not.
I made my way down the hall and opened up my classroom door. My teacher looked at me disapprovingly and wrote my name on the board under 'TARDY'. Kids snickered. What was this, Kindergarten? Why did she feel the need to write my name on the board? I sighed and took my seat.
"Pass your homework up please," the teacher, Ms. Ghansa, said. I opened my backpack and started looking for it.
Someone hit the back of my head with their paper. I turned around, and grabbed the paper. Immature.
Less than two minutes later, the teacher was collecting the homework from the first person in every row. And I was still looking for the homework. Truth be told, I wasn't even sure I had done the homework.
"Atlanta?" Ms. Ghansa said. I stopped rustling through my backpack and looked up. I realized that I had been making a whole lot of noise.
"Yes?" I asked, slowly zipping up my backpack, resigned to the fact that I wouldn't be turning in my homework.
"Homework?" She asked. I shook my head, and looked down at my desk. My teacher sighed.
Well, it's not like I wanted to not turn it in. I've got problems! Problems that make it almost impossible for me to have time doing homework, let alone concentrating on it. It's like my teacher thinks that I want to fail.
The rest of the math class went by painfully slow. Ms. Ghansa was explaining The Pythagorean Theorem. I was trying to take notes, but my dyslexia made it painful to try and get all the numbers written down in the right order. So by the end of the class I had given up, and was drawing random doodles on my piece of notebook paper.
I was in the middle of perfecting a heart when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I quickly gathered my things, excited at the prospect of the weekend – Two whole days where I don't have to deal with people. I'm really not a fan of people, in case you hadn't caught on.
"Atlanta," my teacher called. I sighed. I had almost escaped, I was almost free. The door closed as the last kid left the class.
"Yes?" I asked, turning around. Ms. Ghansa was arranging papers on her desk, probably the homework that I didn't turn in.
"We need to talk," she said.
I kinda figured, I thought, but decided to keep that to myself. After all, she was in charge of my grade in this class.
"Atlanta your grades," my heart fell and a pit started forming in my chest.
"What about them?" I asked quietly. I knew exactly what – I was finally failing. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.
"Atlanta if you don't get your grades up you're going to need to take this class again. Either next year or in summer school." she said, delivering the awful news. I stood there silently, beyond the point of protesting. I knew this was coming, so I didn't really have anything to complain about.
Ms. Ghansa sighed heavily, obviously disappointed with my lack of response. I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry? I'll work harder? The thing is, there's nothing I could have done to get my grades up. It wasn't my fault that I couldn't do the work. And she didn't seem to care that I had an actual disability.
"I guess I'll try to work harder," I ended up saying. After all, I didn't want her for an enemy. I desperately needed this grade – to get into the high school I wanted to. It's a high school in another state, an arts school, and they only accept people with at least average grades. Everything has to have at least a 'C' on everything, but it was starting to look like I would be taking an 'F' in math.
"Please do so," my teacher said. She also really wanted me to get a good grade. I guess it would affect her job to have a student fail.
I walked out of the classroom without saying 'Goodbye.' It would've been awkward, seeing how we don't even like each other.
Now you might be thinking that I'm going to introduce you to the one person who makes everything worthwhile. My one friend, who I share everything with. Who understands. Well, I'm going to tell you right now that I don't have anyone like that. I walked the halls alone to the car line, where my mother was waiting for me.
I climbed into the front seat of the grayish blue car. I threw my backpack in the back seat as my mom drove us away from the school.
"How was your day?" She asked. I sighed.
"Same as usual," I said. Should I tell her the situation with my grades? If anything, my mother should understand, she's dyslexic just like me.
"Homework?" She asked me, keeping her eyes on the road.
"I've got a couple questions in science, and a worksheet in math," I answered.
"You should probably get started on that," my mother said, "Use your time wisely."
I sighed as I reached back for my backpack. My mother's constantly telling me to 'use my time wisely' or to 'think things through' or other stuff like that. Just because she's a daughter of Athena.
Home wasn't very far away – about 10 minutes, so before I had even started on my math, we were home. As we pulled in I noticed my dad's car in the driveway. That didn't make sense.
"Wait, why is your dad home?" My mother asked, almost to herself. I shrugged and gathered my things. With our luck, he had probably gotten fired from his job again. He hadn't kept the same job for more than one year at a time. It was a miracle that he kept finding more work.
Like, it was an actual miracle. The gods were helping us out on that one.
As I walked by our little fountain (with a sculpture of Poseidon) I tried to see if I could make it move or something. I started concentrating really hard, trying to at least make it pour faster. Nothing. Typical.
I walked past, frustrated, only to find that my mom had been watching me the whole time. She tried to give me a smile, but it didn't work. I wasn't in the mood to be happy.
I followed my mom into the house, admiring the owl sculptures on either side of our door. I'd always liked the owl; it was such a beautiful bird, in my opinion. Others find them creepy. My hand reached up to touch the silver owl necklace that I was wearing.
My dad was sitting on the deep blue leather couch, watching TV. He didn't seem all that worried.
"Hey, why are you home so early?" My mother asked, setting her stuff down. Usually my dad doesn't get home until around 7 or 8. He fixes pipes and such for a living. Well, now he does. He used to work at different aquariums, off and on. I guess the gods hadn't gotten a little tired this time around and decided that we could settle for less.
"No big deal," he said, getting up off the couch. He was pretty tall, and imposing. My dad had jet black hair, and sea green eyes, like mine.
And yeah, he's a son of Poseidon.
He's actually the only son of Poseidon right now. All the others are dead, and the god had made an oath to never have kids again. This was after World War 2. No, my dad's not 90 years old. Poseidon broke his oath about 40 years ago. I hear the story all the time. Everything from how he offered my grandmother to come live with him under the sea, to my dad's birth, to the Titan War, to all of the other great adventures that my dad has gone through.
My mom actually went through just about all the same adventures.
"I'm guessing you need to start looking for another job?" I asked, setting my stuff down on the couch. I headed over to get myself some water.
"No, actually, I left work early so that I could talk with you and your mother," my dad said.
"About what?" I asked, getting a cup down from the cabinet.
"About camp this summer."
I dropped my cup.
"Camp?" I asked, "what do you mean, camp? I thought I wasn't allowed to go places by myself – besides school – because it was too dangerous." I was astonished at the idea. I had never even thought of leaving the house without my parents by my side. Let alone going to camp.
"I'm not talking about an average everyday camp, Atlanta," my father started. I picked up my cup.
"Percy, are you sure?" My mom asked, "I thought we were going to try to get away from, you know, that. And besides, she's not even a demigod."
"I know, I know," my father said, "but I've been talking Chiron lately, and he said that it would be completely fine for her to go to camp for the summer. He even said that he would encourage it, to be prepared just in case anything did happen."
I was confused beyond anything. Well, no, not really. I did have an idea.
Could this be the famous camp my parents attended when they were kids. The one that dealt with Greek gods and monster fighting? I'm not sure that I would want to go.
"But..." my mother said, faltering.
"I don't want to go," I said, plainly, filling my cup with water. I took a sip and waited for their reactions.
"I don't want you to go either," my mom said, sitting down on the couch.
My dad sighed, "look, Annabeth, Atlanta, you're going to camp and that's final."
"But I don't belong there!" I burst out, "I'm not even a demigod, like mom said. I'm like, a demi-demigod or something. And I don't have any magical abilities. I'll be out of place, like everywhere."
"Well, if your out of place everywhere, then there's nothing different about camp," my dad said, smiling, "and don't even try to argue, either one of you. I've made the decision, and no one can change it."
I turned on my heels and walked to my bedroom, without saying another word. I closed the door and turned on my music, but not before hearing my mother say that they 'weren't finished talking about this.'
But the next day my father informed me that I would be going to the camp, Camp Half-Blood, for the summer. I reacted with silence, and tried to find something good about the whole thing.
Maybe that I wouldn't be bored this summer. No, instead of being bored, I can go through an entire year of getting made fun without stopping. I could hardly wait.
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