So this is my first story. I am actually writing this for a school project. Please tell me what you think. Thanks!
Annabeth's week got harder when the Stolls, the near identical sons of Hermes named Travis and Conner, decided to prank Percy. Usually, she would have stopped them, but she was too busy reading a new book to notice. Annabeth got really into books; a bomb could go off right outside and she wouldn't notice. She also hated to be interrupted. Those two facts were why there were almost three murders that evening. First, when Percy came to her to tell her what happened (he didn't put it well), and second, when she finally found out what the Stolls did.
Annabeth was peacefully reading her book when Percy came and started talking to her. She didn't pay attention really until he put his hand in front of the book. "Have you even been listening to me?" he asked.
She thought about it for a moment. "No" she answered truthfully. He ran his hand down his face. He looks so old when he does that, her brain wandered. Stupid ADHD. "What were you asking about?"
"Your advice," he answered promptly. He paused. "I kinda sorta exploded the bathrooms."
"What happened," I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"So the Stolls told me that Mrs. O'Leary was attacking a tree in the forest and the nymph was"
"Hold up," I interrupt him. "A," I start, "why did you believe the Stolls?" He shrugs his shoulders in response. "B," I continue, "Mrs. O'Leary is with Tyson right now." He opens his mouth as if to respond. "And C," I cut him off, "why would you face an angry nymph?" Percy doesn't respond, his eyes downcast. When it becomes obvious he isn't going to answer, I tell him, "You're such a Seaweed Brain, but continue." He explains how he follows the Stolls into the forest, but they managed to lose him. I just shake my head at him.
"I couldn't find either of them or Mrs. O'Leary, so I started to get worried."
I shook my head at him. "Seaweed Brain" I muttered.
"I was starting to think that maybe it was a prank!" He exclaimed defensively, throwing up his hands.
"Just continue," I told him. He told me how he was looking around when suddenly he started sinking into the ground.
He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "Well," he pauses, "I freaked out just a little bit, and tried jumping out of the quicksand hole, it didn't work well, and just pulled in my gut. I swung around and nearly beheaded Conner." I was laughing now. "It's not funny!" he insisted. "I was freaking out. I thought it was the bog all over again."
I cover my mouth, trying to stifle my laughter. "I'm sorry for laughing at you," I tell him once I can breath again. "So what does this have to do with the bathrooms?" I ask him, trying to redirect the conversation.
"So I didn't realize it, but that pull in my gut was actually me turning on all the water in the bathrooms on high pressure, like I did when I was twelve, except stronger." I remember that day. I suppress an involuntary shiver at the memory. "So Conner let out a yelp and fell over as Travis started running back to camp. I got out of the quicksand stuff and started walking back towards camp as well."
"Did you just leave Conner on the ground?" I interject in a pause.
"Yes," he responds a little sheepishly.
"Good job," I tell him. He glances up quickly. "That's what I would've done."
"Yeah, so, anyway," he continues, stuttering slightly, "I came back into the main clearing and everyone was in a panic, running around and stuff. I asked _ what was happening and they said, 'Percy, thank the gods! Stop it!' before pulling me through towards the center of camp. 'What's happening?' I asked again pulling my arm from them. 'Just see!' they told me by way of explanation, continuing to pull me." We'll have a talk later _, I think. "So I get closer to the center of the cabins and it's really muddy. 'A water fight of some sort,' I think, 'and they want me on their team. Okay.' Then I get to the center and its like Old Faithful was going off. The bathrooms were completely destroyed. At least we get new toilets," his voice going up at the end, as if he isn't sure.
I laugh. "You're a seaweed brain," I say, smiling. "Show me the bathrooms," I command, holding out my hand.
"Your wish is my command," he says, bowing with a smile. He walks me out like a proper gentleman. I am laughing until I walk out the door and see the center of the cabins. My breath catches in my throat as I inhale sharply. The campers are still running around, followed by counselors trying to reign in the chaos. "It was worse earlier," Percy mutters. Before I can chide him, Chiron gallops up.
"Campers!" He called out, "To your cabins! Counselors, to the Big House," he paused, looking around. "Percy," he added once he spotted him.
"I'll try," Percy interjected. Chiron nodded his head.
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