Daughter Of Madness - The Lightening Thief
So hi everyone this would be my first story on this website sorry if its a bit rusty but its my first attempt and I hope it goes really well.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson or the plot, this all belongs to the wonderful author called Rick Riordon, I only own my OC called Ophelia, well here it goes I really hope you all enjoy it as much as me.
Chapter 1 : I made Nancy do the macarena
If you're reading this then you're lucky because I highly doubted that I could actually find the time to write this, I have a busy life full of weird and wonderful friends. And I mean really...really Weird, like jumping into the ocean with a goat weird. But if you are reading this then I suggest something go back. Don't carry on because my story isn't the best thing to read.. I've done bad things..Things I'm not proud of, but I done it for the greater good.
My Name is Ophelia Anderson and this is my story.
Well in my short and wonderful life, I've discovered one thing living in dreary old Wales which is in Great Britain may I add, and NO! It is not England.. Sorry about that where was I? Oh yeah in my short life I've discovered that America has great food and well, rude people. I accidentally walked into someone and said sorry and they gave me THE LOOK, I mean manners?. So here I was living in New York with my maternal grandparents as my mother passed away when I was 10. And two years later I'm in a whole new world filled of weird things.. Not wonderful as you were expecting but just plai d. But I've made friends such as Percy and Grover and I mean they're my best friends so we're all kind of adopted triplets same method of thinking.
So here I am sitting in a smelly old bus with bratty tween kids shouting and pulling each others hair. Fun and I mean.. Really fun, I sound like I'm 60 not 12 but hey!Someone has got to be as fabulous as me. So we're off to a trip to the Metropolitan Museum Of Art to look at old and ancient stuff.. We're living the high life here at Nancy academy. It sounds like torture because it try and have a non headache day with twenty eight weird kids and the devil teacher and the sass queen also known as Mr... Brunner, the Latin teacher so I had low hopes I mean people annoy me as it is, being in a packed place with them.. Yeah no thanks.
Mr... Brunner was this middle-aged sassy guy in a motorized wheelchair, here in Nancy we're very technological. He looked like he could be an author or a scientist he's got that look about him you know? The look full of wisdom.. Yeah my grandparents have that look too its called being wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he had a laugh with us and told us jokes, although he gives me this look when I play pinochle with Grover, its a good game if I'm honest. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.
As I repeat as I sit in this smelly old bus full of people I heard Percy and Grover talk in hush whispers all around me about the worst person in the entire world, she is seriously evil, my sworn enemy! The one and only Nancy Bobofit. The freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich. Talk about disgusting she has no class whatsoever its embarrassing really.
Grover..Well Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated, but its okay because I always have a stash of grapes somewhere and he loves them. He must've been held back at least a couple of years, because he was the only one in the class with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled not that I'm judgmental everyone is the same in my eyes, except Nancy, Nancy is all what's wrong with the world. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria. It almost reminded me of the road runner from cartoon network.
Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing pieces of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. If I had it my way Nancy would be bald right now, but I don't so I can only imagine, id be throwing a party and I mean the best party in existence. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip. It warms my heart to know that he has that much faith in me.
"I'm going to kill her, " Percy mumbled.
Grover tried to calm him down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter. "
He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.
"dude you don't need to take this, make your stand, you Grover Underworld can do it! Me Ophelia Anderson has faith in you!" I say encouragingly in my weird welsh accent highlighting every word, as I try to rain in my temper and unleashing it upon that beast.
"That's it. " Percy started to get up, but Grover pulled him back his seat. I snicker quietly, its always amusing to see Percy wound up, he reminds me of a gaping fish with anger issues, oh crap he's glaring it me.. Play it cool Ophelia.
"You're already on probation, " Grover reminded him. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens. "
Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there me and Percy could of totally tag teamed her we would be incredible. School suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.
Mr... Brunner led the museum tour.
He rode up front in his wheelchair majestically, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery. Its clever how they did this I mean you don't see this stuff as fancy as this anywhere, if I'm honest history fascinated me.
It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years. My inner History nerd coming out slowly.
He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. She must of been completely badass, id like to be a warrior but I'd like a really cool name like sasha fierce.. Okay so I listened to beyonce recently don't judge. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of cool but everybody around me was talking. As I said I hate people, they bug me and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs.. Dodds, would give me the evil eye. FYI Mrs... Dodds is the Devil teacher, I always call her Mrs... Pods when she speaks to me just to annoy her.
Mrs.. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, I appreciate the jacket even though she was fifty years old her clothing style was pretty cool. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Handy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. Its because we were arguing and she was looking into my violet eyes and she kind of started to freak out and cry and I felt bad but I didn't do anything wrong contrary to belief.
From her first day, Mrs.. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit, wow what are the odds? And figured that Percy and I were devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey, " real sweet with her rotten teeth, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.
One time, after she'd made me and Percy erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, we told Grover that we didn't think Mrs... Dodds was human. He looked at us, real serious for someone like a man child, and said, "You're absolutely right. "
Mr... Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art. I like history to a certain extent I'm currently bored.
Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele her immaturity level surprised me, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?" as Percy said the same thing, we're like twins I swear.
The whole group laughed. Mr... Brunner stopped his story.
"Mrs.. Anderson " he said, "did you have a comment?"
" No Mr.. Brummer" I said keeping up with the facade that I don't remember names, he looked at me in amusement whilst he turned his owl like eyes on Percy.
" How about you Mr.. Jackson" he asked with his authoritative voice staring Percy down while looking at me in amusement.
Percy face was totally red. He said, "No, sir. "
Mr... Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" I pronounced tiredly people snickering at my accent.
"Yes, " Mr... Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ... "
"Well... " Percy struggled to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and-"
"God?" Mr... Brunner asked.
"Titan, " I said for him pretty confidently
"And ... He didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"
"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me. You're right by there sweetie, Eeew indeed.
"-and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans, " He continued, "and the gods won. " Right there and then I'm pretty proud for Percy, I feel like a proud mother, if only Sally was here to witness this and I also wanted grape soda about now.
Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids. '" I agree with Nancy for once although I hope for my sake that on a job interview she has a question similar to that.
"And why, Mrs... Anderson " Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"
"Busted, " Grover muttered.
"Shut up, " Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.
At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr... Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had sonic ears I swear.
I thought about his question, and said, " I have no idea, daddy issues? I mean absentee parents are the story of most peoples lives" I say bitterly, wherever my dad is I hope he's miserable. I see Mr... Brunner looking at me in concern, dude needs to lay off me its nearly summer.
"I see. " Mr... Brunner looked disappointed. "Well incorrect Mrs.. Anderson, half credit, Mr... Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs... Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like idiots.
Grover and I were about to follow when Mr.. Brunner said, "Mrs. Anderson, Mr.. Jackson "
I knew that was coming.
I told Grover to keep going. Then Percy turned toward Mr... Brunner. "Sir?"
Mr... Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go- intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.
"You must learn the answer to my question, " Mr... Brunner told Percy and I.
"About the Titans?"
"About real life. And how your studies apply to it. "
"Oh. "
"What you learn from me, " he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson, and you Ophelia Anderson"
"Ophelia" he said kindly.
"You know that people care for you right, and that one day your decision will effect the world?" this is getting really creepy, is he drunk and just sprouting stupid stuff?
"Sure" I replied in a bored drawl, I mean seriously dude lighten up. Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.
He told me to go outside and eat my lunch. Whilst mumbling something about the similarities of father and daughter, a weird dude indeed but awfully sassy.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.
Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in. Although this weather is tame compared to Wales.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunches crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs.. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing, because its Mrs Dodds and she is just evil.
Grover, Percy and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school-the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.
"Detention?" Grover asked.
"Nah, " I said in my usual drawl looking around me.
"Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean I'm not a genius. " Percy replied looking upset.
Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give Percy some deep philosophical comment to make him feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"
Its good to know that the G man is keeping healthy and all that jazz. Percy tossed it to him lightly was looking into the fountain.
I watched the stream of taxi and thought about my grandparents Town House, quite far away if I'm honest I hadn't seen them since Christmas,I wanted to hump in a taxi and head straight home, just for that fact that they have a huge stash of oreos and tea. But then I realized that they would send me straight back anyway.
Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp. He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized cafe table. Technology amazes me on times and it really does amuse me.
I was about to unwrap my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of me with her ugly friends-I guess she'd gotten tired of stealing from the tourists-and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap. Hell No.
"Oops. " She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray- painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
I tried to stay cool. The school counselor had told me a million times, "Count to ten, get control of your temper. Screw the temper Ophelia I chided myself.
But I was so mad my mind went blank. A wave roared in my ears and I was glaring at her intensely.
I don't remember touching her, but the next thing I knew, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming as she was doing the macarena I looked at her slightly disturbed, what's wrong with people I thought to myself.
"Percy pushed me and Ophelia done mind voodoo on me" she cried hysterically. Oh Hell no. I am not a witch voodoo specialist, well call me hermionie kids because it seems as if people think I'm a witch by this mumbling, maybe Draco because of my blonde hair I mused to myself.
Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.
Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"
"-the water-"
"Ophelias eyes"
"-like it grabbed her-"
"mind control"
I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that I was in trouble again.