Siren's Trick

CH. 1 A Trip Gone Wrong

AN: Hello world! Lovely day today, isn't it? This will be my second fanfic on this site. If you haven't already, go and check it out! It's called Kunoichi's Path. It's a SI!Reincarnated!Gamer!OC Naruto fanfic. It will be updated tomorrow. Until then, follow, favorite, and review on this one and the other one. This may end story may end up being a series. IDK right now. Let me know in the comments if you have any idea where you want this story to go! I have an idea of how I want Irene's romantic life to go, but hey! I may change my mind or get inspiration from you guys to do something different.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any other character by Rick Riordan. I only own my OCs and the plot (vaguely).

Pairings: None at this point

Campers: Percy Jackson, Grover Underwood, Irene Jackson, Nancy Bobofit, Mrs. Kerr

Deities: Mr. Brunner (Chiron), Mrs. Dodds (Alecto; Fury)

Characters and Pairings lists may be edited due to: relevance, death, point in where we are at in the plot

I am Irene Jackson. I am the older sister of Percy Jackson by 5 minuets and 38 seconds and I never let him forget it. We are half-bloods. If you don't know what that means, you will soon. I can assure you though, it is nothing good.

We both have ADHD and Dyslexia. (Two common traits of half-bloods). I also need to have glasses, unlike my brother – lucky. I am very smart for my age; I've never let my disabilities, I hate that word, get the best of me. Percy tries too, he just isn't as successful. We're, *cough*Percy*cough*, also aren't the luckiest with authority, especially school authority. We don't even mean to do it most of the time. At least, the straw to break the camel's back isn't our fault. Field trips seem to be our undoing with them.

See, I could really pick any point in time to prove this. In fifth grade, Percy's class took a trip to the Saratoga battlefield, we were separated for good reason, and he somehow managed to shoot a cannonball, from an actual cannon from the Revolutionary War, at the school bus. I, at a different time, at the same school, set off a huge water fiasco. This girl in the bathroom was bad mouthing my brother and, like any good older sibling, I defended.

This defense may or may not have included a swirly that had her hairbow fall out and clog the toilet. No, that may have been fine. Her friend, who girl one was talking to, tried to pull me off her and, so, I punched her and yanked on her hair. When I punched her, her glasses went flying – did I mention the glasses? Oh, well, on with the story- into a different toilet and there was a headband on her head that came off when I yanked on her. I threw it randomly behind me. You can guess where it went. I heard a roaring in my ears and suddenly we were ankle deep in toilet water.

Another time, in fourth grade, Percy pulled a wrong lever when we visited Marine World. We got a behind-the-scenes tour and were up on a cat walk. We all got to experience what it was like to swim with the fishes – fishes with shar, pointy teeth, but still – and I tried to take the blame for him, as in saying that I accidentally bumped into him, but we just got blamed then.

One time in sixth grade, we managed to kill a teacher. Curious about that? Well, have I got a story for you.

Percy and our mutual friend Grover Underwood were sitting together in a seat on the bus. Grover was Percy's best friend, but me and him weren't close enough to be besties. I was fine with that. I sat across from them towards the middle of the bus, closest to my bro. Nancy Bobofit, someone who is words my mother would be appalled to find out came from my mouth, was throwing sandwich bits at Grover. I had no clue what was in them.

"If she throws another piece of that disgusting sandwich at him, I'll see how much she likes to be hit," I said.

"If you can get to her before I kill her, then you can go right on ahead," Percy replied.

"Guys calm down. It's ok, I like peanut butter," Grover said trying to calm us down.

"In your hair though? Really?" I intoned questionably.

SHE THREW ANOTHER PIECE! HOLD MY EARRINGS FELICIA! I mean I know Grover dodged it, but still.

Percy was able to stand before I did. Grover grabbed his arm and pulled him back, though. Man, and I really wanted her to get a taste of her own medicine.

"You're already on probation, both of you. You know who they'll blame if anything goes wrong on this trip,' he reminded us.

I wished he wouldn't have stopped us. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to what would happen later on.

Then, we arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The place where my life took a quick one eighty. I swear I could've gotten whiplash from the spin.

I tuned out most of the actual tour. I was pretty knowledgeable about Greek and Roman mythos. In fact, I was top of the class. It always intrigued me, the whole religions based around the myths. I vaguely remember Nancy and Percy being called out by Mr. Brunner over something and Percy not giving him a satisfactory answer. I was just eager to get some food.

Grover and I decided to sit at the water fountain until Percy got done talking with Mr. Brunner. I turned to look at the traffic speeding by the museum. I'd always wondered what it would be like to hop in a cab with all the money I had, which is quite a bit for a sixth grader due to summer jobs, tutoring, and illegal – school wise – deals, and have it take me as far way from here as possible.

I would travel everywhere I could and go on so many adventures. I'd visit mom and Percy, obviously, when I could. I'd find my Prince Charming and he'd sweep me off my feet with his blue eyes and blond hair. He'd be best friends with Percy, after Grover, mom would be in love with him, and, because he was a prince, he would exile our disgusting step-father so he would never be seen or heard from again. But he doesn't exist. He's not going to just appear and solve my problems. He's just a fantasy.

Mom wouldn't be ok with that either. She'd worry every day that I was gone and, when I would visit, she would fuss at me for not finishing school, running off with some guy I just met, and for worrying her and Percy. So, she would put on her 'I-am-so-disappointed-in-you-and-I-hope-you-know-that-and-fix-it' face. Quite descriptive I know, but Perce and I get into so much trouble she has to have very descriptive and different faces. And I would look down at my feet and do as she'd instruct.

My mom, by the way, is Sally Jackson. She is the best mother in the world and I aspire to be like her when I grow up. She wants – because even though she's never explicitly told us, I know she still dreams – to be an author. Our grandparents died in a plane crash when she was young, so her uncle took her in. That was all fine and dandy until he got cancer. So, since mom is too nice for her own good, she dropped out of high school in her senior year and took care of him. Her uncle eventually died of the cancer and she was left all alone. No family. No job, for a little bit. No money. Then she met dad.

Suddenly life didn't seem so bad anymore. They were in love. Some twelve odd years ago they had so much love they made my brother and I. He eventually went missing – read, left us – and mom was heartbroken. She always says 'missing' or 'lost at sea' because he apparently went on some ocean voyage. I hated him for it. For leaving us. For leaving mom. For not even having the decency to own up to what he's done and marrying mom. Now we were stuck with Smelly Gabe, as Perce likes to call him, and barely scrapping by as is.

Before my thoughts could turn any more negative, the Idiot Lord, himself, appeared.

"Nice spot. Maybe no one will assume we're apart of that school," Percy said.

I snorted, "Cheers to that!" and took a sip of my drink.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah, not from Mr. Brunner," he replied, "Just wish he'd lay off a little bit, you know? I'm no super genius."

"Ain't that the truth," I said.

"Hey!"

We got quite after that. I was about to break it when Grover chimed in saying, "Are you going to eat that apple?"

I laughed a little at that. Leave it to Grover to always want something to eat. How he isn't huge from everything he ingests is amazing. He got the apple though.

Percy seemed to be spacing out as I was earlier while looking at traffic. I wondered if he was thinking the way I was not too long ago. I hoped not, they weren't something to dwell on. Besides, this was Percy, he's normally the loveable goofball and often Mr. Optimist. I decided to make small talk with Grover until he came back down to earth.

Nancy decided this would be a wonderful time to continue 'Bully Grover Hour' which also landed on 'Annoy the Jacksons' day. How did she do this? Easy. She used Grover as a trash can for her lunch. I was livid. I was just itching to wipe that smirk off her face.

"Oops," she says with a full-blown smile at this point.

I honestly don't know what happened next. Mainly because it happened to fast. I just know one moment Nancy was in font of us dry and full of evil smiles, and the next she was in the fountain, wet and glaring. Some of the kids around us were whispering, but my brain was to busy trying to process what had just happened to register anything else. Or, well, until the banshee screeched for Mrs. Dodds.

She came over so quick I didn't even see her move. She always did favor the little she-devil. Then again, this was Satan's mother we're talking about. I feel like she's to old to be the wife and to ugly to be a mistress. How she got hired at Yancy would have to be the workings of a higher being, or multiple. The stupid red-head somehow managed to pin the blame on my brother and I, excluding Grover by some miracle. That kid is way too much of a goody-two-shoes to ever be considered, even though he's friends with two of the biggest troublemakers to grace the planet. We would include him in our schemes except for the fact he can't lie to save his life.

"Come with me you two, I need to have a word with the both of you," Mrs. Dodds crooned.

"Yes, ma'am," we both said in unison.

I had a bad feeling about this.

We had silently walked from the courtyard to an empty gallery section in the Greek and Roman area. The both of us could hardly keep up with her, shockingly. I never did understand how such an old woman could move so fast.

She stood in front of this frieze of a girl with her arms crossed. She was growling, I think, at it and looked like the happiest thing she would ever do would be pulverizing said frieze. I was really intimidated. It only happened with her though, I don't know why. I just got this feeling like even if I said the right thing it would only make her mad and, therefore, risking my life.

"You've been giving us problems, sweethearts," she said.

I decided to let Percy take the reigns on this one. I handled it last time so it's only fair. Not like I'm throwing him under the bus or anything. Nope. Totally. Not.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Did you think you would get away with it?" she said while messing with her clothes. Dodds seemed majorly mad. Percy was starting to look a little nervous.

"W – We'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder roared outside and shook the whole area around us.

"We are not fools, children," she said. My thought was, 'Who said you were?'

"It was only a matter of time before we you out. Confess and you will suffer less pain."

It was at this point my mind went into over drive. Percy underthinks. I overthink. It seemed as she was using the accident earlier as an excuse to talk to us about an, apparently, entirely different matter. Which wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't for that last sentence. "Confess and you will suffer less pain." What teacher uses pain as punishment for students, unless they're like fictional baddies. Example, Dolores Umbridge. Man, I hate her. Back on topic, – really hate ADHD – more importantly what were we found out for?

Was it us selling candies out of our dorms? Well, I also sold stuff like Tylenol, Benadryl, and other meds, pads, tampons, and other girl necessities, high quality collectibles for boys, and info about the general populace of Yancy to the general populace of Yancy. Girls' bathrooms and locker rooms are a Bonafede goldmine. Or was it Percy using spark notes for his Tom Sawyer paper. I used those on every paper I had to read simply because I had better things to read. For instance, literally anything other than what they assigned.

"Well?"

"Ma'am," I started to chime in, "What exactly are you …"

"Time's up," she hissed.

I witnessed probably one of the most terrifying sight I've ever seen in my twelve years of life at that point. Mrs. Dodds went from intimidating to down right horrifying in a matter of seconds. Her appearance melted away into that of a demon with wings or an angel that was burned with Satan for years. I was so scared.

Mr. Brunner decided to show up at that moment to chuck items at us. Like, instead of using said items, no, let's throw them at the unexperienced twelve-year-olds. Did I mention we were twelve? Twelve?!

"What ho, Percy! Irene!"

I was really confused at this point. For some reason Percy got a pen, that he caught after nearly getting torn to shreds by Demon Dodds. I, on the other hand, had a pair of black, studded, fingerless gloves. Each of the studs had a little symbol on them. I didn't really have a lot of time to study it, but on a quick glance I saw one of a shield.

Percy had gotten in between me and Mrs. Dodds after he rolled away. He had uncapped his pen and had a bright, shiny, golden sword in his hands.

The Demon lunged at him.

I don't know how he did it, but as he swung at her, he sliced through her. It was almost comical how she exploded into sand. I was shocked into silence. All of the sudden we were alone in the room. A pen in Percy's hand and a pair of gloves in mine. I tucked them in the inside pocket of my jacket for safe keeping. We left the room with Percy leading and me right behind him.

When we got outside Nancy approached us. The weather graciously decided to make our day even better, too! It started to pour on us.

"I hope Mrs. Kerr whopped your butts!"

My brother, ever the eloquent and outstanding speaker that he is, stated what was running through both of our heads, "Who?"

"Mrs. Kerr? Our teacher, duh."

I didn't want to deal with her any more than I had to and dragged Percy away from her and over to Grover. I didn't understand what was going on, so I was staying silent until I fully processed everything. Percy had other plans. He started questioning Grover about Mrs. Kerr and eventually went over to Mr. Brunner too.

I just wanted to go to bed at this point. I really wished this was all some weird dream.

TBC