Grover, Annabeth and I were shocked. Why? Because, of what we had just learned. Let's backtrack.
"Okay. So the half-bloods are Gretchen and Stephanie Meyers," Grover said. Chiron had sent us on a mission to recruit half-bloods. Ever since the gods agreed to claim them by age 13, we've had to get them to Camp Half-Blood by age 13.
"What are they like?" Annabeth asks.
"From what Chiron told me, they're your typical future Harvard grads," Grover says sarcastically
"So they're 99.9% likely to be Athena's kids?" I ask. Annabeth stopped dead in her tracks, rolled her eyes and stared at me with that "you're so dumb" face I had grown quite accustomed to.
"Not all smart people are children of Athena. In early times, Zeus's kids were also smart. That's how he bore Athena. It isn't just Metis and Athena who's smart," Annabeth said.
"Anyway, I thinks that's the place," Grover said. He pointed to the back of a building that had just come into view.
"I never thought a middle school could be so big." This was no doubt the L. B. Johnson Texas School of the Arts.
"Well, it has to be big, because it's the best private school in Texas. There're more than 2,000 applications per grade each year, and only 200 of those are accepted," Annabeth said.
"And how do you know this?" I ask.
"I did my homework."
"Percy, I think you should call Blackjack, now that we know exactly where it is." Grover says.
I shout "Blackjack!" in my head and then tell Annabeth and Grover to wait here for him. But then, out of nowhere, a girl materializes in front of us. I uncap Riptide, but Annabeth already unsheathed her dagger and it's at this girl's throat. She has long, black hair and it shines a deep sapphire shade and she's taller than us and has ripped jeans on. She also has an unzipped black sweatshirt on with both her hands in the front pocket, a black t-shirt that says "Keep Calm and Prepare for the Zombie Apocalypse. Her combat boots are so worn that it look like they are being held together with magic, which with no doubt I believe they are. Her face is very pale, but not artificial. Her eyes have, what Annabeth calls, a smoky eye, which is apparently when girls put on black, gray, and white eye shadow to make it look like smoke. Her hair is covering her left eye, but the other is black and has a glint of humor. A smile spreads across her blood-red lips and she brushes her hair away as she says "I wouldn't do that if I were you," to Annabeth.
Grover, Annabeth and I were shocked. Her left dull, silver eye reveals one thing.