Hey guys this is my first fan fic :D. This is about Percy Jackson (known to some as Peter Johnson, pj fans know what I mean)
Disclaimer: Me, own Percy Jackson, you're kidding right. Am I anything like Rick Riordan, you tell me
It was raining that's all you could call it, rain. It wasn't strong enough for a storm, wasn't light enough to drizzle, just rain.
Percy hated rain, whenever it rains he was always the one out on desk steering just because he couldn't get wet, what kind of excuse is that, it's not like he was immune to wind and cold. He wa out here shivering whilst all the others were below relaxing or playing video games and drinking hot chocolate
Percy heard a creak behind him jolting him from his daydream of video games and chocolate rattlesnakes (yes chocolate rattlesnakes)
"She's into superstition, black cats and voodoo dolls" he heard Annabeth's boice flood through the open door behind him onto the deck . He loved his girlfriend he really did but she really really couldn't sing, her singing voice was like a goats death call. He turned around to yell at the entrée to close the door as quickly as humanly possibly
But things where not as it seemed