This is my first PJO story so please be nice!
"Come on," I complained, sick of waiting any longer. "Do you see her yet?" Practically all the rest of the students had exited the building-all except the girl.
"No," Grover answered gloomily, watching the large door to the school intently as the last of the kids left the building.
"Maybe she's in some after-school activities," Annabeth suggested.
"None that I know of," Grover said, keeping watch over the door. "For the whole month I've kept watch over her, she's come here then gone back straight home."
"Do you see her yet?" I asked, impatiently. The time we've spent here stalking this girl all day without any food has really gotten on my nerves.
"Nope," he said.
"She came to school, right?" I asked, hoping this all wasn't just a big waste of time.
"Yeah. Just be patient, Percy. She's still here. I can smell her." He sounded like he was calm, but we both knew how he was really feeling. Inside he was all shaky and a little worried now that she hasn't shown up yet. And for the whole month that he's been keeping an eye on this girl so has somebody else. A monster. Says Grover, he's been in the form of the vice-principle for four weeks trying to pick the right moment to spring on this girl. And, blockade Grover from reaching her, and bringing her over to Camp Half-Blood. That's why we're here.
"Okay," said Annabeth, "I think it's about time we go in and see what's going on." Her words sounded brave, but her voice sounded a little frightened too.
"Fine with me," I agreed.
We stepped inside the empty school keeping a close eye on every inch of the place. Everything in here was so neat and fancy-looking. I guess now I know what it feels and looks like to be in a private, rich-kid school. That's right; the new demigod we were looking to recruit was a rich-kid. From what Grover says, the food here tops enchiladas by a ton.
"Well, do you smell her?" I asked him, as we tried to remain together. The halls were so empty and quiet it was a little spooky.
"Yeah," he said under breath. "Um, go straight." We kept on going straight, glancing over at each doors' window just out of curiosity each time when we started to hear voices.
We stopped in front of a random white door, where we could hear the source of the voice inside. "Here," a rusty, old voice spat. "Take these, and follow me."
"Uh guys," Grover whispered. Instantly, we all backed away from the door diving for cover behind one of the locker rows. The door swung open, and a wrinkly, old woman with a slight hump on her back dodged out of the room and marched down the hall away from us. Someone followed her, I could hear as a second set of steps hit me. I took the chance of glancing and saw the back of a school-girl walking slowly after the old woman. She carried a rag and some other cleaning things in her hands as she walked down the other end of the hall.
"Stand up straight!" The woman loudly screeched. I snapped my head back behind the lockers, suddenly embarrassed as I realized she hadn't even turned around to notice her slumped posture. "Hurry up!" She ordered.
I could almost hear the girl groan.
Silently, we followed the two people down the hall, wondering when the best time to break her out of this chore would be. We edged together along the edge of the hall where we now stood in, watching as the woman now inspected the girls' working pace as she now started polishing one of the many trophies kept inside a case built within the wall.
For several minutes, we had to remain quiet and watch as the woman kept glaring at how well the girl was polishing the winnings. It was a slight bit annoying, but at least we were finally on to something.
"Hopefully you'll learn something from this," the woman mentioned. "Ha, who am I kidding?! Once a bad egg, always a bad egg. Miss. Warner I am sad to say you are far from alike to your parents. Your father especially. I never saw Henry doing such a thing." She shook her head. "No, I don't know where you picked up such a trait." She made a tsk-tsk sound. "I'll be making a phone call to both your parents, as you should know. I wont be gone long, and for everything you hope to achieve in life you had better have finished at least half of those trophies, do you understand? Half!" She practically cried, then stormed off across the other end of the hall.
"Witch," I heard the girl mutter. Taking a small glance, I looked over and saw her suddenly stand up from her sitting position, drop whatever she had in her hand on the ground. Foot steps pounded the floor heading the other way. "Screw this," she said.
"Now!" Grover whispered as loudly as he could.
We all appeared in the hall all of a sudden chasing after the girl. "Wait!" Grover called. "Audrey! Audrey!"
Almost instantly, the girls face turned to us, a bitter, stubborn expression now turning into a confused look. "How do you know my name?" She questioned. (Really, it sounded like a demand)
"Don't mind that now," he persisted, still sounding a little bit shaky. "You have to come with us, we have to leave this place."
"And you are. . ." She trailed off, taking a look at Annabeth, Grover, and me.
"Hi, I'm Percy," I said. "That's Annabeth, and that's Grover. Now if you'd be ever so kind would you please follow us before we get into-" I was cut off.
"Excuse me," a new, twisted voice intervened. "What is going on here?"
I glimpsed Audrey closing her eyes and trying to stay calm, and not explode.
"Uh-oh." I heard Grover hold his breath.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here," the man in formal ware came forth beside Audrey, and looked at the four of us. "Lets see, out here in the middle of the hall after school. I'm going to assume you all are still here for your punishment work, am I correct?" he asked slyly. "Or am I supposed to believe this is all some sort of misunderstanding?" His voice was as greasy as his hair. He was a tall narrow guy, but with some weird facial features. First, his hair was jet-black, and looked like it needed to have a wash. He had a big pointy nose, and a pair of bright yellow eyes. Even to mortals, I think they would've been scared to death of him.
"Well no," Grover said hesitantly. "We were-"
"Miss. Warner what do you have to say about this?" The man asked, acting as if Grover wasn't even here.
"Oh," Audrey said, trying to sound casual, "I forgot my book in my locker. My friends here were just following me." She stated pretty impressively.
"Oh really," he said, looking at her empty hands. "Then where is it?"
She smiled coolly. "Turns out I just remembered I left it back at my house. All just a misunderstanding, don't you agree?" She asked, playing coy.
The man nodded. "Well then, I guess there's no reason for you to still be here th-"
"Thanks," Audrey shot quickly, heading through us-and dragging us along the way. She had all three of us tangled along the end of her fingers, pulling us toward the nearest exit.
Wow, this girl didn't need much of a warning. "Lets go! I don't need another detention."
But, we were going to have to go faster. I glanced back at the man, seeing, unmistakably, a little sign telling me the chase was on. Annabeth had also glanced back and we both looked at each other for a second, and nodded. "Run!"
Together we had a hold of both Grover and Audrey, yanking them as we started making a run for our lives.
Hey I hope you enjoyed it. This is only my first chapter so I hope I made a good first impression. Hopefully, I'll have to time to add on another chapter. And don't forget; reveiw! Please, thanks:)