Hi everyone! I am awesomekittycat, and this is my 2nd story. My first was Percy Jackson and the Wrong Hero. Please go read it if you haven't already!
Okay, here we go! Oh, the story is told by Annabeth's point of view!
Flashback
"Get out."
"Of where?" I snarled.
"Of this camp! You and Percy aren't wanted."
"Fine." I turned to the spectators. "Is anyone with us?"
Leo, Piper, Jason, Frank, Hazel. The Stolls. Katie Gardner. Rachel. Nico. They all step forward. Fine. I know where Clarisse stands, we discussed it this morning.
I grab Percy's hand and storm out.
End flashback.
Now, two years later, we are driving home to our little home in Connecticut. The reason for our banishment is sitting in the backseat, singing about apples and bananas. Julia. Percy's eyes and my hair, and, according to Percy, my determination and fierceness. Every time I think about her I have to smile. She is the funniest, cutest, sweetest two-year-old you will ever meet. She doesn't quite understand why we keep moving around, and I think she is to young. All she knows is that we are sad a lot, and trys to help us with kisses and hugs and jumping into our bed when we sleep to long.
Percy's voice breaks into my thoughts. " You were thinking about them all again."
I smile at how well he can read me. "Maybe."
"Maybe, not! You had your thinking face on. Didn't she, Juli? He raises his voice into the backseat.
"Yup. And with her scrunchy eyebrows."
Percy laughs, but I interrupt them to ask what they want for dinner.
"Pizza!" Juli replies immediately.
"I can make dinner," Percy quickly tells me.
"And are you going to make dinner for the next nine months? Relax, Percy, I'm only six weeks in."
"But it's twins. And you only found out today, so it's stressful. I'm making dinner tonight."
I knew better than to argue. "Fine. What are you making?"
"Um, I was thinking—"
"PIZZA!"
"Probably not tonight, Juli."
"Gobbleswatch," she said, which is her equivalent to a swear word.
Percy smoothly pulled into our driveway, hitting the garage button. I unbuckled Juli and together we stepped inside, expertly dodging the moving boxes that we still haven't unpack in the month we've been here.
"I'm going to go change," I call to Percy as I head upstairs.
"Okay, I'll get started with dinner," he replies.
Five minutes later, while I am looking for my other sock, I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I call, and Juli enters. "Hi, sweetie! What are you doing?"
"Hiya, Mommy! I missed you. Daddy says he is making a surprise, so you have to stay up here. I will keep you company!"
"Sounds fun! Will you help me find my blue sock?"
We emptied the whole drawer, but couldn't find it, "Maybe in there?" Juli questions, pointing to the permanently packed suitcase, ready to leave in a moment's notice, in case Clarisse can't warn us in time.
"Oh, no, I don't think it is in there."
"Okay. Hmm…" Juli scans the room, her face lighting up when she sees my nail polish bottles. "Can you paint my nails?"
"Sure, what color?''
Half hour and 40 toenail and fingernails later, Percy sticks his head in. "Dinner is served! You can come down now."
"Look at my nails, Daddy!" Juli commands.
"Oh my! What happened?" Percy mimics horror.
"Mommy painted them!"
"With what? Why did she paint you nails?"
"With nail polish, silly!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh! In that case, they look very pretty. How did—"
"PIZZA!" Juli shrieks as we enter the dinning room. I smile and shake my head at Percy. He gives me his troublemaker smile, and I feel like melting. So gorgeous. He catches my glance and winks.
"Oh, stop."
We have a very enjoyable dinner with Juli chattering on about who knows what. As we clear of the dishes, the phone rings. "I'll get it," I tell Percy.
"Hello, Jackson residence."
"They found you."
"What?" I gasp. Because I recognize the voice—Clarisse, the only reason we are still alive.
"They will be there noon on Monday," I breath a small sigh of relief, because that gives us the weekend to pack.
"Okay. Thank you."
"One more thing. Meet in Roofer, Connecticut on Friday. The Coffee Shop. Nine o'clock." The line went dead. I headed back to the dinning room, sick with the news I had to deliver. Percy saw it in my face and quickly sent Juli into the living room, and I related the entire conversation to him. He frowned.
"Odd. We've never had to meet before. We better get packing."
We have a system to the packing after two years on the run. To a visitor, it might look like we are settled, but we are actually ready to leave at a moment's notice.
On Monday, we are up at dawn. Juli isn't very sad about leaving—apparently the roof leaked, although it hasn't rained since we've been here. We load the van and trailer and give the house one last glance, and drive off, for once with a destination.
Okay, first chapter done! Thanks for reading. I love getting reviews, remember that! I hope you enjoyed, I don't know when I'll update next.