Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. Necessary warning, because of course I'd right fan-fiction if I were, indeed, the author.
Charlotte's POV.
"Holy Zeus, I love Percy Jackson!", I said, staring at the wonderful book on my desk. Ruby Perkins rolled her eyes.
"We know, Charlie. You've just about made our ears bleed by repeating it over and over and over and over and-"
"Okay! Alright, I got it!" I said, holding my hands up.
"Over again." She finished, smirking at me.
"I just wish they were all real, I mean that would be abso-bloody-lutely amazing!", I sang.
"God, you're crazy about those books!", she said shaking her head.
"Gods." I corrected her with a grin. She huffed and turned away. Heh.
"Miss Stone.", My English teacher rasped. My grin faded. Her wrinkled hands closed around my book.
"Is this library material?" She said, leaning close. So it was a tuna sandwich for lunch today.
"Er...no."
"Detention." I groaned softly. I'd just gotten a week's detention for dumping paint on her dear Candra Fredricks. What? Her hai was so bright and cheerful and yellow! Yellow sucks. Shut up.
"Busted.", she muttered now, sneering at me. I gave her my deluxe 'I'll-kill-you-later' glare (I hoped it was like Thalia's), and slid into my seat.
"Class, today we will be going on a field trip," I sighed with relief. I hadn't done my homework any ways."To Long Island.", she finished with a sneer. She kept rambling about the project we had, which needed a full descriptive essay on the natural vegetation found there. We all filed out of the class and got onto the bus.I got out my iPod and started humming along with 'What the Hell' and 'Bring Me To Life'. We were on one of those empty, rough roads, thick woods on either sides, when there was a weird grinding noise and the bus jerked to a stop. There was a hill in the distance. The bus driver told us to get out of the bus while he fixed the problem. My friends and I were just chatting when I spotted a sign a little way off. No way.I went towards it-'Pick your own strawberries'. Coincidence? I don't know. But it sure was freaky.
"Hey, Stone! Where are you headed?" I turned to find Jacob grinning at me.
I stuck my tongue out at him. Yes, I'm fifteen. Thank you very much. I continued toward the woods on the hill. The trees were so thick, it was a miracle how even a ray of sunlight made it in. I took another step and-whoosh!- I felt a painful jolt and everything went black.