Me: Hi! So this is going to be interesting. I wrote this story myself it is in the style of people making a recording so it will say the names of who's talking.
Percy: Great. I don't like studios...
Me: Why?
Percy: I don't know... bad feeling.
Me: You sense the water don't you...
Sophia: What water?
Me: * Smirks * This water. * Presses big red button that opens tank with barracudas *
Percy: That's fine for me... But not for the others. Try not to get on her nerves Sophia.
Sophia: Got that.
Me: Please, I'm in a bad mood. Now Percy do the disclaimer.
Percy: No.
Me: What did you say? * Raises eyebrows and crosses arms *
Percy: I said no.
Sophia: Perce... don't. She's scaring me...
Percy: Soph, she's not going to do anything.
Me: I wouldn't be to sure about that.
Percy: I'm still not doing it...
Me: * Smiles sweetly * Percy can I show you something?
Percy: Sure.
Me: OK. Sophia do the disclaimer. * Walks out of studio with Percy *
Sophia: OK. Wisegirl42 owns nothing but story plot
Sophia POV
Sophia: Hi! I'm Sophia Leon. Sophia means wisdom in Greek, which is weird because you'd think that the Greek word for wisdom derive from Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, b-
Percy: Soph.
Sophia: Hmm?
Percy: You're doing it again.
Sophia: Doing what?
Percy: …
Sophia: Oh. Well sorry! I can't help being a daughter of -
Percy: Soph!
Sophia: Right record the story, give no early information... Well you don't have to roll your eyes at me!
Percy: Ow! No Pinching!
Sophia: Now. Sorry about that. Percy introduce yourself.
Percy: * Sighs * Fine. Hi. I'm Percy Jackson, son of P-
Sophia: Perce!
Percy: Oops...
Sophia: Ha-ha! Ow! I thought you said no pinching!
Percy: Oops.
Sophia: (Sighs) Now. Hopefully I can get through this without dying of boredom.
Percy: That's why I'm here Soph.
Sophia: Thanks Perce.
Percy: Hmm. Maybe your sweeter than those startling gray eyes suggest... Ow! I take that back, even your long curly hair can't cover those up.
Sophia: He he. Now this all started after third period.
"Dad? Pick up please. Dad?" I had called him because the principle of our little school, Mr. Lamp-ere, of Jessamine High School in Kingman,
Nevada, had called a half day. Why, I don't know.
I hung up and walked out of the back of the office.
"Thanks Mrs. Wellson." she is our school secretary. She's a Short woman maybe in her late thirty's, with short curly raven black hair.
"You get a hold of him dear?"
"No."
"How are you going to get home?" she asked with genuine concern in her voice.
"Oh, Ambrosia can give me a ride."
"OK," she smiled, "Be safe dear."
I smiled, "I will, don't worry."
Boy was I wrong.
Me: OK! This is my first story so please no flames. But do tell me what I did wrong and what I need to improve! Now Sophia ask for reviews.
Sophia: Wait. Where's Percy?
Me: He's doing something for me. Now ask for reviews.
Sophia: OK... please review. Maybe we'll find out where Percy is.