Yo dudes! What be happenin'? So, you know how I deleted my reading story? Well, yeah. I kind of have to explain that...
You see, I wouldn't have hardly any time to update it until early October, which we all know is when Mark of Athena comes out. So I would be reading that, and then I would get distracted from my story. Which is why I decided to write this story.
It's about my OC, Oriana Tempest, and her two friends Fiona Ash and Jacqueline Marler. This is the story of how they get to Camp. Oh, and by the way, I know that the joke at the beginning was used in TLH, but I couldn't think of what else to put for the beginning of this story. I didn't want it to be blatantly obvious who her parent is.
Oh, and a disclaimer, too.
Eugene : Sylvia Thatsnotmyrealname does not own in any way, shape, or form, the rights to the PJO and HOO characters, plotlines, etc.
Gertrude : Stop being so boring. It should be more like this - *in a Boston accent * HEY, YOU PEOPLE. YEAH, YOU! WELL, I GOTTA LET YOU KNOW THAT SYLVIA DOESN'T OWN ANY RIGHTS TO RICK RIORDAN'S BOOKS. Nor does she live in Texas.
Yeah, so there's my disclaimer(s).
Vale.
"Enchiladas?"
"No, Miss Tempest. Enceladus," Mr. Grayson explained tiredly.
"Ohhh, okay. Thanks Mr. Grayson," I said and wrote that in my notes.
You might be wondering why I'm talking about enchiladas. Well, don't worry. I'll explain.
I was sitting in the middle of History on a fine, sunny Tuesday. We were talking about ancient Greece, as was required by the seventh-grade curriculum at our school, which was Wheatland Middle School.
Where is Wheatland, you might ask? In the middle of freaking nowhere. Wheatland was a town of maybe 5,000 people in… well, a wheat field. In Iowa.
Anyways, there at Wheatland we apparently really liked European history. We did units on the Cold War, the World Wars, Greece, Rome, Byzantium, Persia, Great Britain, and even Egypt, although that's in Africa. It really is quite interesting, as I find history almost as interesting and fun as reading and music.
"Miss Tempest?" a voice jolted me back to the present. I looked up, and saw Mr. Grayson looking at me.
"Yes, sir?" I asked impatiently, just wanting the bell to ring. Any minute now…
"Would you please visit the office after lunch today? I believe the secretary has something for you."
"Okay, sir. I will," I replied. The bell rang, and I scooped up my book and binder, racing off to see my friends Fiona Ash and Jackie Marler. Fiona started talking as we rushed down the hall.
"Hey, how was Social Studies? I bet it was interesting, better than science at least. All we were doing was taking notes on worm digestion. I mean, seriously? Does anyone really need to know that?" she ranted on and on as we walked towards me and Jackie's lockers. They were right next to each other's, but Fiona's was down the hall a good hundred yards.
"No offense, Fi, but shut up. You're giving me a headache, and I hardly ever get headaches," Jackie complained. That is, until she saw a certain someone walking by. She turned to glare at the only boy she didn't completely hate: Daniel Marsh.
See, Jackie hated the guts of just about every boy, but she hated this one even more because he could make her laugh, even if it was inside her head. That and she had a huge crush on him. Jackie's weird when it comes to these things.
"Ow!" I heard Fiona say as Jackie's long black braid smacked her in the face as she turned to glare at Danny.
"Oops," she muttered, not really paying attention.
By this time, I was ready to walk to the cafeteria. I skipped down the hall merrily, calling over my shoulder at them.
"Calm down, little miss 'Growing up Skipper,'" Fi grumbled. I frowned and smacked her head.
"Eh," she said. I did that a lot.
We sat down at our table with our other friends Winter, Morgan, and Emma. Winter and Morgan were twins, with reddish brown hair and brown eyes set into their relatively pale faces. Emma stood out starkly from them with her olive skin and bushy chocolate hair.
My own dark hair swept into my eyes, falling out of my headband. I pushed it away impatiently, taking a big bite out of my sandwich as I turned to watch Emma and Jackie play their favorite game: Uranus.
It's basically where one person would say one word, and then the other person would say the next, and so on and so forth. However, one could say the full name of a character that was in the game. They had quite the list of characters. If I remembered correctly, there was Matteo the Orange, Jake the Lucky Duck (who always fell into holes in the ground), Kevin and Veronica, the twin dragons; The Prince, Dakota, Colton, The Queen, and a whole lot of cannibalistic babies.
It was scary, sometimes.
"Because."
"She."
"Couldn't…"
"Throw."
"Tomatoes."
"ACCURATELY!" They both screamed the last word.
"Whatever," I grumbled. I was tired and cranky, plus with them being so loud I couldn't focus on what I was reading. It was called Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. I had read the entire series at least four times before, but I still picked them up again and again. I, Fiona, and Jackie were all huge fans of the Flock.
"I gotta get something from the office. You guys wanna come?" I asked them, and they shrugged and packed up their lunchboxes and got ready to walk the fifty yards to the front office.
The secretary, Mrs. Jears, was old, mean, and ratty. But apparently, she liked to help coach the cheerleading team, because all of them were in there, visiting her.
"Stephanie, go get that paper off of the printer, would you?" she asked the captain, who had long dirty blonde hair that was straight as a pin, a spattering of freckles, and icy blue eyes that seemed so shoot daggers at you. She glared right at me, before smiling saccharinely and saying, "Yes, Mrs. Jears." Then she stalked off. I walked up to Mrs. Jears.
"Ma'am?" I asked. "Mr. Grayson said you had something for me?"
She looked up. "Oh, nothing for you. The cheerleaders were just recruiting, and thought that you'd be a great idea for a rookie."
I was stunned. Me? A cheerleader? As if. They all hated me.
"Um, sorry. But with Scholar Bowl, cross country, and chorus I don't think I'd have the time," I told them slowly. One of the cheerleaders walked up to me.
"No need to worry, Oriana Tempest. You will have all the time you need," she said with a creepy grin. That's when my brain started processing the fact that they probably had an ulterior motive.
Unfortunately, that's also when the cheerleaders turned into weird vampiric things with a goat leg and flaming hair.
That's also when my day really started going downhill.
Hope you liked it! Please review so I can get emails in the middle of the night! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! No, that's actually not sarcasm.
Vale.
-Sylvia Thatsnotmyrealname