Okay, so for those of you who don't know, there's always been a stereotype (among many others) about people from Kentucky. This stereotype says that we don't wear shoes, which isn't true. What it really is, is annoying as hell. Naturally, since Jade was from Kentucky, I thought that this would make for a funny one-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. I do own Jade, Grant, and any other characters that you don't recognize from the series, as well as the story plot.
This takes place during When Opportunity Strikes and is what Jade meant when meant when she referred to beating up an Ares camper.
Killing Over Shoes or Lack Thereof
A Jade Egilhard Story
I learned something new about camp. You can try to kill an Ares kid and all you'd get was a slap on the wrist – figuratively speaking. Although what I did would be considered wrong, I still felt a guilty pleasure in it. Guess I should explain.
I woke up and followed the same routine as I did every morning before. Made the bunk, washed up, went to breakfast, and headed for the arena. On my way, though, I was stopped by an Aphrodite girl.
"Hey, Jade?" She asked me. "You're from Kentucky, right? I've been meaning to ask you something." I frowned. Unfortunately, I knew what was coming.
"Ask away."
"Do you wear shoes?" If you're a Kentuckian, you probably know what I was feeling right then. If not, it's something along the lines of 'I-want-to-slap-you-but-I-know-I'm-better-than-that'.
"Of course we wear shoes! I bet my best friend has fifty designers clogging her closet!" I myself didn't know a thing about designers, though. A good pair of tennis shoes, boots, and something formal was all I needed.
"Huh." She looked thoughtful as she walked away. Wish I could've said that was the last I'd heard that question.
XxXxX
On my way back from the rock wall, I was stopped again by a guy. I don't know which cabin he was from or even his name, but I had seen him before. He looked to be a few years older than me. He was with some boys that I assumed were his brothers since they all looked alike. Of course I didn't really care about any of that when he asked that damned question.
"Hey, Kentucky girl! Do you wear shoes?" I had nearly been incinerated by the lava while I was climbing earlier, so I wasn't in the best of moods.
"I'm wearing them now aren't I? Would you like a closer look?" I made a move to kick him, and I think I scared them off. A few more people stopped from asking, a country worth left to go.
XxXxX
It had been a rough day. I had nearly been seared by lava, gotten beat up by the sword fighting instructor, my weak wrist had acted up in when I was in the middle of the canoe lake (it took forever to get back to land), and of course those two idiots. So imagine how I was feeling when an Ares kid – one that I was already on bad terms with, mind you – decided to confront me on that oh-so-sensitive subject on my way to dinner.
"Hey, loser! I heard that you Kentucky people don't wear shoes. Is that true?"
SNAP! That smirk of his was gone faster than he could blink. Before anyone around us realized, I had knocked him to the ground and started to strangle him. We had a nice sized audience, too, since we were so close to the dining pavilion. I didn't get a chance to actually beat him up much, though as some of the cabin counselors were able to separate us. Chiron seemed pretty upset. Whoops.
"What's going on here?" He demanded. Both the Ares kid and I stayed silent, glaring at each other.
XxXxX
Needless to say we both got punished for it. He had to wash dishes in the Big House, while I had to clean the pegasus stables. Thankfully I had experience with kind of job. However – adding insult to injury – I was forced to do it without shoes on. Mr. D's idea. None the less, I was still fighting laughter the entire time.
Moral of the story: Never ask a Kentuckian if they wear shoes.