Field trip.
Chapter 1 WTH are you doing here
A.N. hi this is my first fanfic I am co-writing it with my friend please read, review and enjoy. All OCs in this fanfic are real but their names have been changed for the purposes of the fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the last Olympian or any of those characters. I do own my OCs and the plot.
Just another typical Wednesday morning in school. Daydreaming in class.
" To be not to be? That is the question whether it is nobler to suffer the sings and arrows or"
oh well I can't remember the rest, ah Shakespeare quotes don't you just love them? Or maybe not?
Maybe we have no freedom of thought maybe we are just machines programmed to do certain things, but, no a great scientist once said" I think therefore I am" wow look at me so smart. I remembered that from the documentary when I was eight as well J:-).
I'd better stop that people are going to look at me weird… oh well I am weird.
(A.N He. He. Someone let me have sugar! In the form of a chocolate muffin. Muha ha ha!)*( Warning handle with care(like I'm going to take any notice of that)
oh and before you ask, yes, that's was my train of thought, and no I'm not in English or science,(I wish)I am stuck in the torture lesson of all MATHS.
Now I'm sorry I must admit in the past I did enjoy maths lessons a little bit. That was until I had Mrs Gunhill as a teacher, How she ever got a husband is beyond me but apparently Mr Hatley is just as bad if not worse is that's possible. Probably not. Me and my train of thought again. I'm dyslexic but I could swear that I'm A.D.H.D as well.
I can barely concentrate on anything nonphysical for more than five minutes, but even then it's a struggle. You have to almost catch me to make me concentrate.
Urgh not again, I've got to stop daydreaming, if I don't at least try to concentrate Mrs Gunhill is never going to give me a decent grade. Although I swear Mrs Gunhill hates me. She ignores me at best, and picks on me at worst.
I'm lucky I'll always have everything done (home work) and have all my stuff with me or she'd have given me so many detentions by now it's unbelievable. At least my friends Frankie (short for Francesca) and Ebony-Rose are in the same boat as me.
Wait a second where is Ebony? Where has she gone? Oh no oh no wait, she was sitting in front of me not 5 minutes ago?! Oh what the hell I'm such a bad friend ah ahhhh... oh yeah she went to her singing lesson...wweeeelllllll that was embarrassing even if it was in my head... now back to business,... wait what was I talking about again. Dam I lost my train of thought time to start all over again.
"Anistasia, Anistasia, Anistasia!"
"What? What? Yes I'm here."
Wait I uh oh seems Gunhill finally noticed that I was daydreaming.
Run away! Run afar, Run fast and Run hard!
Thanks a lot inner thoughts but that's not very helpful right now. Actually my inner thoughts have been a lot less than helpful since we got Mrs Gunhill and Mr Hatley come to the school, ever since, whenever I've passed them in the corridor, looked at them in assembly or talked to them, my inner thoughts have told me to run and hide. (Not helpful) but it's been a lot worse lately, ever since the dream. (Note to self; tell Frankie about the dream, she might be able to make sense of it)
" Anistasia, are you listening to me?" Mrs Gunhill purred in the most threatening voice I have ever heard come out of the mouth of an old woman who looks about 50 and is almost a foot and a half shorter than me as well as fat and slow. (I really don't know why I'm so scared of her)
"um yes?"
Oh my... what the hell, my voice sounds weak even to me. Was there a quiver in it?
Anyway that was the wrong answer for Mrs Gunhill. She looks like I had just rolled her birthday, Christmas and Easter all into one. (I felt like a mouse about to be pounced on by a cat.)
" all right then seeing as you were listening you'll have no trouble answering this "
she had the most evil grin on her face, she and I both knew that the equation she had put on the board was an AS level exam board: Excel warm up question. Now I may not have mentioned this earlier that the only reason I hate maths is because of the teacher, but I'm actually really good at it,
so I answered correctly by going to the front and writing on the board to say she was annoyed at me for getting the answer right would be an understatement.
If they didn't know that Mrs Gunhill and I hated each other and that we were mortal enemies, people might call me a teacher's pet,
but as it was Mrs Gunhill just gave me the evil`s then turned around and wiped my answer off the board as I walked back to my seat smiling at the others and of them smiling back as if we all had a private joke on the teacher,
(which we did) a couple of people even high-five me.
This is going way too well something's got to give. Shut up inner thoughts. (I really should listen to my inner thoughts because most of the time they're right and the rest of the time they're smart ass and wise :-$)
20 minutes to go,20 minutes to freedom... well end of first lesson.
15 minutes till the end of the lesson and a ray of hope comes in the form of Mr Johnson and Miss Felton the coolest teachers in the school. Mr Johnson looks about 60 - 70 and is so kind with the coolest stories and Miss Felton looks about 20-30 and is so cool and lets you mess around in class. They asked to speak to Mrs Gunhill and Mr Hatley in the corridor.
As soon as Mrs Gunhill was out the door I turned to Frankie.
"So," I said with an excited grin.
"So," Frankie said grinning back at me.
"I need to tell you about the dream I had last Friday it keeps coming back and it's starting to worry me." I was frowning now.
"Okay tell."
"well basically we were in maths like now and then I sort of sense to someone coming then everything goes black and I'm moving forward really fast and then I'm lying in a forest and everyone else is there then I sort of groaned and said oww I don't know why because it didn't hurt and then someone off to my left said what the f**k was that. Then there's the sound of someone or something collapsing then I wake up. Weird right?"
"Um. Okay. Yeah. What I heard of it that was quite weird." Um okay at least I don't feel like I'm going crazy.
"Um. Hey wait aren't your dreams sometimes prophetic right?" Frankie asked she has witnessed it,
(before you ridicule me). It happened a couple of times, I've told her about my dreams and a few days or a week or two, one time even a month later the dream comes true.
"Uh, yeah they are sometimes why?" I asked (hey shoot me I'm curious.)
"well don't you get a weird or strong feeling about them to?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well maybe, just maybe this could be one of those dreams,"
"I doubt it or at least I hope it is not."
"let's wait and see." She said in a mischievous tone (she's got that glint in her eye. I hate it when she has that glint in her eye!)
The teachers Mrs Gunhill, Mr Hatley, Mr Johnson and Miss Felton have been gone three or four minutes now so about 11 or 12 minutes till the end of the lesson,
I have a tingly feeling from my toes to my fingers all over really, it's like pins and needles or a prickly sensation like someone's coming but I don't know who. It's sort of like the feeling of anticipation I get a feeling like this when...
" oh no, no no No No NO don't you dare, don't you dare!" Why am I saying that? He's not even here. (Yet)...
people are going to think you're crazynot now inner thoughts. Frankie is looking at me now with her brow furrowed in concern.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?"
"Someone's coming and I've got a feeling I know who."
The tingling feeling has gotten worse. I can tell I've gone pale and I'm shaking, people are starting to look at me now. They're starting to go quiet.
The shadows have gotten dramatically darker but I seem to be the only one who has noticed.
"Anistasia are you okay" asked Miss Felton all the teachers have come back into our classroom now that I barely notice because he's almost here.
Mrs Gunhill has started coming closer now probably looking for an easy kill shut up this is not a good time in a thoughts.
I can easily see the shadows are close to their darkest, almost here. Just a few moments more.
"Anistasia what's wrong you look like you're about to be sick," Mrs Gunhill purred again in that creepy voice of hers smiling slyly, like you care.
5...4...3...2...1... He's here. Suddenly coming crashing out of the shadows at the front of the classroom and running tripping over the desks at the front and falling on the floor. The one. The only. (Sigh exasperatedly) Nico Di Angelo.
"Το φράγμα" Nico groaned. Every head and every pair of eyes that were not already on Nico then swivelled to look at him.
"Nico!" I exclaimed breaking the nervous silence.
"Urgh um hey," he groaned getting off the floor and brushing himself off well... I crossed my arms over my chest and said in a friendly but teasing voice,
"Um hey Nico three things one,"
(holding up one finger.)
"You sure do know how to make a dramatic entrance, two,"
(holding up a second finger)
"Not your best landing in the world and finally three,"
(I was glad to see Nico looked a little embarrassed at the second comment but I am now holding up three fingers)
" three. What the hell are you doing here?!"
Nico was looking incredibly nervous now. Okay that's not like him but I suppose he is in a crowded space with a lot of light.
"Um well um err,"
"excuse me but who on earth are you," growled Mr Hatley more threateningly than he ever has before, Mr Hatley is about a head taller than me with thinning mousy brown hair. Mrs Gunhill was giving me the death eyes which had no effect on me because Nico had glared at me enough times and his death Glare was much worse than some short teachers.
"Do you know who this is Anistasia?" Mrs Gunhill spat. Nico completely ignored everyone in the room and looked at me with a cocky grin on his face,
(it was the scariest expression I've ever seen.)
"I'll explain when we get there."
"What do you mean Nico?" I asked slightly terrified now. Nico just smiled
"Hold onto your hats!" His grin was so big now it must have been hurting his face.
Suddenly it clicked what he was about to do I stood up while saying "Oh no. no, no, No, No, NO. Don't you dare. Don't you dare!"
That's when I felt it… a rushing, a falling sensation, I had just enough time to grab my broken watch, charm bracelet, ballpoint clicky pen that was black on the outside that had a wiggly clip and my bag before I heard confused shouting.
And then it went black.
A.N. there's the first chapter sorry if the characters (Nico) are a little OOC if you want a description of what I look like it's on my profile page
translation: το φράγμα means: Dam it.