Hey guys! I'm not Audrey, you can call me Lynn or CloudySkies412! Since I was too lazy to get my own account, I just co-authored a PJO fanfic with Audrey. Here it is, Enjoy....
Meliboea's POV
What do you get when there is a patch of muddy snow outside the courtyard of Elliot Secondary School in the morning?
Chaos: A furious Mr. Kartright with snow down his pleated pants, three sopping wet teenagers, and an early visit to the principal's office.
Great.
In Mrs. Warner's office, it was warm and cozy, with plushy couches and decorative pillows.
It wasn't enough to stop my shuddering at the thought of what a mess I had gotten myself into.
Mr. Kartright was not my favorite teacher, and neither was I now his favorite student.
And I liked Mrs. Warner even less.
Jiggling my leg, I looked nervously to my right.
A sandy haired, green eyed boy, bedraggled navy uniform clinging to his lean form, was sprawled out on the ottoman. Raising his head, he opened an eye blearily, muddy snow tangled in his hair. He must have recognized his surroundings, because he groaned and banged his head against a pillow.
So he must have come here often.
Jack Artwell, troublemaker, doofus, and sadly, my best friend.
I gave him a kick in the side. "This is all your fault," I hissed, bristling at his lazy smile. "If you hadn't thrown that one at my face, we wouldn't have to deal with the Warner."
Opening an eye, Jack's grin got even wider. "But was it me who threw the perfect curveball right down Kartright's belt buckle, Meli?"
Disgusted, I turned to my left and found Addison Wong watching us with an even more revolted expression.
Sitting stiffly on the chair farthest away from us, the dark haired girl sniffed disdainfully at us, and went back to picking the bits of mud crusted on her silver high-tops.
"It was both of your faults, if you ask me," she said, haughtily, eyeing Jack with disgust.
Jack smirked. "Feisty. I like it."
Rolling my eyes, I growled: "You shouldn't have joined in then,"
Tossing her black ponytail over her shoulder, she glowered at me. "Watch your tongue, Meliboea,"
I cringed at the way my name sounded when she spoke it, as if it was a dirty word.
That's truly my name, Meliboea. I'd like to meet my mom and give her a great scolding, but she's long dead, taking her horrible naming abilities with her.
These days, I just hang with cousin Amyclas, who never speaks of any of our relatives, which kind weirds me out.
Addison sniffed again, bringing me out of a sea of memories.
" And Meliboea, I didn't join in, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with hooligans."
That got Jack started.
Howling with laughter, he snorted: "Is that what we are? Hooligans?"
He rolled of the ottoman and continued twitching.
"I rest my case," Addison declared, reaching into her silvery book bag.
Kicking at Jack's spazzing form, I turned my attention back to the snooty priss across from me.
Addison had withdrawn a book, a thick, dusty leather bound one that seemed a billion ages old.
Curious at why such a airhead would be reading such an ancient book, I craned my neck, trying to see what this could possibly be about.
And was greeted with a shock.
The words on the page... They weren't...
They weren't English.
What seemed at first like black squiggles on a page, rearranged themselves in my brain, coming clearer into focus until I could make out symbols.
I let out a gasp, as my eyes grew wide. A meaning.
I could tell what it said.
"Artemis k-kills the N-niobids," I translated the title, my heart pounding.
Jack had stopped laughing, and had gotten up off the floor, his face suddenly marred with a serious expression.
Addison slowly turned her gaze on me, her eyes ablaze.
With a fire.
With a triumphant fire.
Before I knew it, the point of a silver hunting knife was held to my throat.
So, what'd you think? Please review!
Oh, and if you'd like, check out Audrey's story, Silver Blade.
Peace!