Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Charles Dicken's Christmas Carol.
"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice yell from the other side of the room. Looking up, I saw a furious looking Percy, owner of our company, standing at the doorway. Everyone froze in there steps, scared. I sighed and thought of how this had all started…
"Deck the halls with bells of holly," Silena Beaureguard, one of my coworkers started humming quietly the tune of the ever famous Christmas carol. Glancing over at the unusually beautiful employee, her husband, Charles Beckendorf started humming too. Soon, the rest of our little group, Travis, Conner, Katie, Pollux, Chris, and even grumpy Clarisse had erupted into the cheerful song.
"Come on, Annabeth!" Lee Fletcher called out to me. I smiled and soon started belting out the carol like there was no tomorrow. Everyone had started dancing and working happily, since it was Christmas Eve. After all, that what friends do.
The door suddenly slammed open.
I walked up the stairs to where a fuming Percy was standing.
"Percy, I'm sorry, we'll get back to working. We were just singing a little song." I was immediately cut off.
"There is no time to be singing songs! I don't pay you people to sing and dance! Since you're so arrogant, you'll have no holiday tomorrow. All of you will show up at eight o clock sharp, ready to work the entire day!" I cast a horrified glance his way. Murmurs and cries had begun from my coworkers.
"But what about Whillow?" Beckendorf asked nervously to Silena, referring to their baby daughter. I tugged Percy, making him face me.
"Percy, I understand that we did something wrong, but tomorrow is Christmas Day! You aren't actually going to cause misery for your employees, are you?"
"Annabeth, as my head employee and architect, I thought that of all people, you would know!" Still mad, he stormed off.
I sighed, and thought of why the old Percy, my childhood friend Percy had been taken away from me. At least I was able to tame his temper, but this time, I guess I just wasn't enough.
Walking nervously down the miniature stairs, I saw Silena crying.
"Annabeth, what are we going to do? Whillow isn't old enough to stay home by her self, and even with a babysitter, she'll know something's wrong." I shook my head, thinking about how I would still be alone with no one if I stayed home.
"I couldn't do anything about it."
We all went back to work, our happy moods ruined, the cheerful song we sang seeming like a millennia ago.
Rate and review (mainly review) please! PLEASE! This is only my second story and nobody's reviewed my first one. I'm gonna try to get the chapters longer than this first one, and I'm hoping to finish this story by Christmas.
If anyone likes the idea of using PJO characters as the characters in famous tales (like A Cinderella Story, Christmas Carol, etc.) I can, it'd be fun. Plus, it saves the time of figuring out a plot.
Review! (I'm begging you.)