Disclaimer: No, clearly I am not Rick Riordan. If I was I wouldn't be here.
Skye: 13-14 (she turns 14 in the story)
Leo: 15
Nico: 13
Percy: 17
Annabeth: 17
Chapter 1: Shy?
I trudged across the crosswalk to school, hopping from yellow line to yellow line. Pushing open the school's back gate, I looked around, a bit shyly, searching for anyone I knew. A misty blanket of fog had settled atop of San Francisco, shrouding everything in a milky white cloud. And mist IS a cloud, Ithought smiling to myself. It's like the sky dropped a couple hundred feet. I pushed open the heavy front doors of the main school building and entered.
I had only been attending her new school for a few months, and it wasn't going as I had planned. My friendship-making ability wasn't hardly as strong as I needed it to be to actually make social contact, and, of course, I had made the mistake of befriending the school nerd in my class. The girl had rather bushy dirty blonde hair, and wore glasses(I suppose that doesn't matter though, but it's sort of a stereotype). She hardly spoke, and when she did, it was about politics. Wonderful. She could be rather nice once you got to know her, but during breaks, of course, she read freaking comic books. Thanks, Miranda. Now what do I do. Luckily, I made the smart move to befriend, on the first like hour of school, another new girl named Delia, who had become extremely popular over the course of two weeks, and still called herself a loser. It may seem strange that I was calculating all of these friendships.
It's not that the people are unimportant; it's just that I didn't want to get stuck in the boing nerd group like at my old school. Yes. I am a nerd. But nerds can be popular TOO. I know that because, in the popular group I'd spotted quite a few "good students" (nerd in disguise) who were just as normal as the rest. But, just to clear that up, Delia was a very good friend and she wasn't just another rung on the ladder of popularity.
I made my way upstairs and into the locker hall, where a few people were milling around, and spotted Delia.
"Hel-lo!" I said.
"Hey!" She replied. She was sitting next to her friend Shaun. We didn't really know each other, and I don't think she liked me too much (why the hell would she bother with a nerd anyway), but we greeted each other with a smile. "How are you?"
"Fine. Tired." I always say tired. It's sort of a conversation starter.
"Me too. Oh look! Clara's here!"Clara is one of the few (but present) popular smart people.
"Clara!" I said lazily from my next to Delia.
"Skye!" She responded.
I offered her my hand and she pulled me up. I gave her a small hug. She had also become my friend, because of our practically identical personalities. Her presence practically said that I could be popular too.
"What did you get on the physics test?" She asked. I grinned.
"Twenty out of twenty." She smiled and high-fived me.
"Me too! Oh hi Sophie!" Sophie was another popular girl, one of Clara's best friends. You could never tell with her. I mean ANYTHING. I'm not really sure why, you just couldn't tell what she was feeling.
"Hey Sophie!" Delia said from next to me. She pulled herself up and went over to hug her. This girl was friends with like everyone.
"Skye, d'you want to come to the bathroom with me?" Delia asked once she had said 'hey' to everyone.
"Sure."
We walked silently along the hall. We both didn't like socializing too much, which I found hilarious for Delia, since she knew everyone already.
"I didn't have time to do anything since I woke up too late this morning. She took out of her backpack a tube of mascara and put a little on. I liked the fact that she didn't wear a ton of makeup. One girl in my class, Jessica, wears so much I swear if Camp Half Blood existed she would be claimed by Aphrodite the first night by the campfire. She's also drop dead gorgeous.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I wore my golden blonde hair down, but it was too wavy for my liking. My hair had never really cooperated, and I wouldn't have cared if appearance didn't matter, but, of course, in society it does, and so be it. My hair did not cooperate. I approached the mirror to look closer at my face. I have blue eyes, and I couldn't really pinpoint any other characteristics because it's practically impossible to analyse your own face. I then checked my outfit to see if I didn't look completely ridiculous, and then waited for Delia, who was just finishing a bit of eyeliner.
The bell rang.
"Oh, bye then Skye! See you at lunch, okay?"
"'Kay, bye!" I ran down the hall to grab my backpack. We had double math. And I didn't want to be late.
Because yes, my friends, I like math.
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Tick, tick, tick. Why, why, why. Does the clock have to go SOOOO terribly slow during english class.
Two minutes left.
Mr. Brent droned on about symbolism in the book Of Mice and Men.
One minute.
The sound of binders snapping shut and backpacks being zipped.
RIIIIIING!
I sighed with relief and lifted my backpack onto my shoulder.
"And don't forget to bring your books in tomorrow so we can discuss..." 's voice was droned out by the commotion in the hallway. I pushed through the sea of little kids and made my way to the lockers where I waited for Julia. She soon rounded the corner, accompanied by Olive.
"Hey!" she greeted me with a smile.
"Hey! I'm gonna go get my lunch, I'll meet you downstairs, okay?"
"'Kay!"
I ran down the stairs, skipping the last five and jumping down the rest of the way. I quickly grabbed a lunch in the cafeteria and waited for Delia by the entrance door. She ran over to me holding a container of pasta.
"Let's go!"
We opened the front doors and walked down the street towards our favorite bench. There we sat, watching the street's pedestrians going about their business, talking about random stuff and Delia updating me on the latest drama(that always got to me last anyway), and about the last annoying thing her mom had done. We could really relate on that front.
My mom and I…. Well, She can be a good person, but she's so annoying, good god! She worries about everything and makes it fifty times more complicated to do anything.
I was half listening to her, half watching the street when a boy dressed in black stepped out of the shadows from the overhanging of a Chinese restaurant. If I hadn't seen him step out, I probably wouldn't have known he was there. He looked sort of Goth, and had a face that said "No." I would've probably switched sides of the road had he been coming towards us.
The boy was dragging behind him another guy with curly red hair and giant shoes that looked hard to walk in.
I nudged Delia.
"Look." I whispered. I pointed to the dark guy and the redhead.
"Whoa. That one looks creepy."
"He looks like… Oh wait you didn't read that book. Well, the series, Percy Jackson, have you heard of it?"
"You told me a little about it." She rolled her eyes. "Like fifty times."
"Sorry. Well, the creepy looking one looks like Nico di Angelo. He's a son of Hades. That's the underworld one. He's the god of riches too. And the other one…" I froze. One of the redhead's shoes had fallen off. And guess what was there in the place of his foot. A hoof.
