Chapter One. Vampires and Nice Goats. Disclaimer:(I AM NOT RICK RIORDAN!)
Here I was. Peter Tolonith. Sitting on the bus. I was doing absolutely nothing, but with my luck I was probably doing something wrong. My only friends, "Be thankful you have any" I thought to myself, were Cyrus (my twin), Charles, who says he has a leg disorder and always wears a UNC hat, and Isabella, the only person in the world who you can trust in middle school. Now before I go on and rant about how absolutely horrible my life is, let me tell you about … Emily. I hate her. You know how everyone says "hate" is a strong word. Well, it's needed here. She has perfect blonde hair, and her face just glows like… well… something that glows. Her skin is white and boys, literally, fall on her. Not me. I HATE her. She never leaves me alone, her and her little posse. Evil little…. So now that I've established that, let me rant about my life.
My mom while nice is a strict as you can get without becoming a marine corps director. She yelled at me once because I made a 94 on a test. A "non-acceptable grade". I am never allowed to get in trouble or I'm grounded. School….. all my teachers hate me especially Mrs. Cora. She thinks I'm like, a demon or something. And Emily, perfect, in every way to Mrs. Cora. EVIL LITTLE PAIR. I swear Mrs. Cora acts like she and Emily are two animals, both of the same perfect little species. If it weren't for my friends I doubt I would even come to school. Bless my twin, Charles, and Isabella. I leaned back in my seat, waiting for Emily and Isabella to get on.
"Waiting for Ms. Evil-little-fill in the blank?" Cyrus said to me. I nodded and the bus doors slid open. Isabella got on. She slid into next the seat next to me. I just sat there waiting for Emily. Right when the bus driver was about to leave she hopped on spraying her arms wide.
"I'm here!!" she said twisting her hands like she did every day.
"Quiet!' I yelled "You don't want the little kids to cry!"
"Ha-ha, very funny ", She said smirking at me. She sat down in front of Cyrus, like she always did. She opened her mouth to say something when I heard Charles say
"Oh crap", "Her teeth". I looked up. I saw her teeth were sharp as knives.
"So?" I said to Charles. Why does he care? I thought. The bus stopped. We all lurched forward. The doors hissed open. We all stood up and got out of the bus. The school bell rang. I saw words on a banner but they just splayed out. Another reason my life stinks. I have dyslexia. It took me awhile but I deciphered it. It said "Book Fair" "All students gather in the library". I walked into C1, my homeroom, slung down my backpack and walked to the library. I saw Emily and Mrs. Cora with their arms wrapped around each other. They turned around. Emily hissed and Mrs. Cora took out her red pen. A symbol of a strike. A strike was a way of getting in trouble at our school. Don't get them, they're bad. Mr. Prestly walked over to me. He was the only teacher who thought I wasn't evil. He handed me something, a pencil. He said
"If you ever feel in danger just twist the eraser twice and push the top in." I looked at the top. It had a line running around it. I guess it was what you push the top into. I turned around and Mr. Prestly walked away. I was face to face with Emily.
"Farewell little demigod" and her skin turned white as an egg. Her finger nails turned into claws.
"V-V-V-Vam-am-ampi-VAMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I managed to stutter out. This most defiantly qualified as danger. I twisted my eraser twice and pushed the cap in. The pencil grew on both ends until I have holding a two foot long crystal….. bar. Come on! I thought. I wish I had something like a serrated one edge sword. Immediately the bar changed into exactly like what I was imagining in my head.
"Sweet" I said and I swung at Emily. She burst into flames as the sword hit her side. Charles, Isabella and Cyrus, along with two others, one with black hair, a boy, and a girl with blonde hair that swept over her shoulders.
"Run!" Charles said and we all followed him and the boy and girl. When we got outside the boy with black hair held up three fingers.
"Three, he counted Two, One." The school exploded. Pieces went everywhere. The girl turned to me
"God darn it Peter, you blew up your middle school on your first try".My face flushed bright red.
"Lets just get to Half-Blood Hill, Annabeth" said the boy with black hair.I stood there cradling my head trying to take this all in. My friends were too. We just did what we were told until we reached this so called "Camp Half-Blood".