OKAY GUYS! Here's my new story! I guarantee it's going to be really awesome! Be sure to review!
Disclaimer: I obviously am not Rick Riordan or JK Rowling.
A/N, All OCs are made up by me!
PS, It may seem like it's not a Harry Potter Percy Jackson crossover, but you'll eventually find out what happens.
Elaine
And the stars fell out of the sky.
And my tears rolled into the ocean.
Now I'm looking for a reasong why
You even set my world into motion.
"Elaine. Can you show us the answer to number 19?" Asked Mrs. Leroy.
Cause if you're not really here
Then the stars don't even matter.
I'm filled to the top with fear.
But's it's all just a bunch of-
"Elaine! What are you doing?" With a quick tug, I ripped my headphones out of my ears. I saw Mrs. Leroy, my math teacher, staring at me, along with the rest of the 24 kids in the class.
"May I have that? No iPods in the classroom!" I trudged up to the front of the classroom, shoved my hand in my pocket, took out my iPod and my headphones, and gave it to her. I went along back to my seat with the whole class having their eyes on me. I sat down in my desk, and looked at my scribbled on math book, and a blank sheet of notebook paper.
"Um, what did you ask?" I looked up into her eyes, which clearly looked like she could throw a mathbook at me. Sometimes I think that this person isn't human! Good thing this is the last lesson in the chapter, and then we have our semester exams. Yay! No more math for 3 months!
"Can you show us the answer to number 19?" Ugh. I hate math. But here I am, in Mrs. Leroy's class, doing the same old boring math. I looked at 19.
19. Name a prime number higher than 20
Wait, wasnt prime when you couldn't divide it by 2? No, well, we'll just give it a chance. I told her the first odd number that came to my mind.
"Um, is the answer... 21?" I told my teacher. Today we were talking about prime and composite numbers.
"No, Elaine. 21 is divisible by 1, 21, 3, and 7. Andy, would you mind sharing with the class what the answer is?" Grrr. I hate Andy. He's my boyfriend. I know, I know, I'm too young to have a boyfriend. He's a real jerk to me now, but when you look at him, he is sereously cute. Now, he's just let me down. I can't dump him! Whenever I try, he just gives me this look
My name is Elaine Geralds. I am 11 years old, and I'm in 5th grade at some random Elementary school in Chicago.
Now, looking back at that, you probaby think that i'm the troublemaker type. I guess you could say that, with me listening to my iPod in class, but I can't help it. I love everything having to do with music. Music is my life. I've got every song known to the world on that 64GB iPod. Pop, Rock, Dance, Country, Latin, Gospel, everything. As you can see, I was listening to Sam Sparro's Black and Gold.
Well, after I totally humiliated myself in front of class, we did a couple of problems, and then she assigned us homework. After that, we were released for lunch.
Lunch was pretty average. I sat with my best friend, Shelby, at an unoccupied table in the back. Let's just say that in the popular meter, I'm at the bottom of the heap. I mean, my long curly carmel colored hair looked shabby most of the time. My blue eyes looked like the sky. I always wore totally wild, rebellious outfits, and I was outcasted as a rebel. Shelby, she is really rich. Her parents are like famous or something. She has short, straight black hair, green eyes, and always wore a polo shirt and long khakis. She also has this muscular disease in her legs, so she hasn't done a PE lesson in her life. You'd think that we wouldn't get along, but in this case, oppisites attract.
"I don't get it," I told Shelby, "Mrs. Leroy is such a jerk to me! What did I ever do to her?"
"Hey, calm down, Elaine. It's okay. I 'm not sure, maybe she just loves the rebels." Did I mention Shelby has an ironic and saracstic sense of humor, just like me? I guess we do have some things in common.
After Lunch, we did Language Arts. I hate reading, vocabulary and grammar. I'm a dyslexic ADD (A/N I know most demigods have ADHD, but she's a rebel, right?) kid, so I mainly hate language arts. Exept for one thing. Poetry. I'm an amazing poetry writer. Shelby even says. (A/N I bet you're thinking, "OOOH! OOH! I know her parent!") Pretty ironic, right, for a rebel outcast to like to write poetry, right? Well, Mr. Bennett, our language arts teacher, is pretty nice... most of the time. He has good days and bad days. Nine times out of 10 it's good, but today was one of his bad days. On his bad days, he had a tendency to give out... *dun dun dun duuuuunnnn* Detentions.
"Elaine. You recieved a 57% on your last vocabulary test. Would you like to explain yourself?" Mr. Bennett pulled me over while everyone was looking over their semester exams.
"Um, well, I don't know! No one cares what itenerary means!"
"Elaine, don't talk back to me. Detention, today after school, at 3:10." I went back to my seat to look over my new vocabulary words. When Mr. Larson wasn't looking, I popped in my headphones, pressed the shuffle button, and pressed play. I Got U by Selena Gomez & The Scene started to play.
I picked you out in a crowd of 1,000 faces.
Yeah I found you, oooh.
I took out a sheet of notebook paper. I made a scribble on it.
Shelby! I have detention today. Mr. Bennett just gave me it. I can't go to the movies today.
Yeah, I just realized as Mr. Bennett gave me detention I was supposed to go to the movies with Shelby. Whoops! A minute later, Shelby tossed her reply onto my desk, which was right behind her.
Hey! You don't have to be alone. I'll send you another note, and I'll make sure he sees it. On Mr. Bennett's bad days, he gives out detentions for everything!
I replied,
Thanks :D
After a while, we moved onto grammar, where Mr. Bennett was talking about subject-verb agreement. When Mr. Bennett was sure to be looking, Shelby tossed a note to me.
"Shelby. Is that a note?" Mr. Bennett inquired.
"Um, well, uhh..." Shelby stammered.
"I'm curious to what the note says. Will you please enlighten me?" Shelby slowly trumped up to the front of the room.
"Hey Elaine," She read, looking at the note, "do you want to go to the movies after school?"
"There will be no passing notes in this classroom!" Mr. Bennett roared at her. "Detention! today after school!"
Detention that day was pretty exciting. Not. You should know me enough by now to know that I put in my headphones the whole time.
Well, not necessarily the whole time.
We were interuppted by one TINY thing. Yeah, looking back, not tiny. Pretty big. At least I got out of it safely.
Mrs. Leroy asked to talk to me in private about my grades. She lead me into an empty classroom.
You remember how I said I thought Mrs. Leroy wasn't human?
She isn't human. The minute that she shut the door, she took off her shoes. Why take off her shoes? I thought.
"DEMIGOD!" She yelled at me. "I HAVE BEEN WAITING THE WHOLE YEAR FOR THIS!" She then lunged at me. Next time I got a glimpse of her, she wasn't exactly human, as I previously stated. She replaced her feet with a bunch of snakes. I started to get freaked out. Who wouldn't. She lunged at me again and bore her fangs.
"Shelby!" Shelby came in... With a bow and arrow. She tossed me the bow. "It's okay! Kill her!" I got distracted. She took another strike at me, and this time she cut a wound into my shoulder with her fangs.
I don't know if it was instinct or something, but that bow and arrow felt 100% natural to me. I had never done archerey before, but I was a natural. Even with the wound in my shoulder. Mrs. Leroy... the monster with snakes for legs and green skin, took another strike and hit my calf. I tried a shot at her, but she dodged; I had missed her by centimeters. Meanwhile, Shelby was off to the side, looking really nervous.
"DIE, DEMIGOD!" She yelled. She tried to get me again with her fangs, and she almost did. I collapsed into a pile of desks, and I probably sprained my ankle. I stood up. I took another shot at her. This time it was a hit. Mrs. Leroy exploded into dust and it scattered away. I looked at the bow in my hands, and then I looked at Shelby.
Her reply to this was only 7 words. "We need to get you to camp."
