I proudly present to you, the first ever, Sammy Keyes Crossover! Unless, you know, someone has uploaded a crossover and I haven't seen it yet. But I doubt that. Anyways, I've had this idea for almost an year now, and I'm finally posting it. I think NYA might remember... Or possibly Storylover3 and Storyluver12.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sammy Keyes or Percy Jackson. But I do own Cricket!
Cricket: You don't own me, I'm your alter ego. And Wendelin Van Draanen created me!
Me: Oh yeah... So we're back to zero. Anywho, rated T 'cause it's Heather. This is her story!
Cricket: yeah, but don't confuse that with O4E's other story, Heather's Story.
Me: Yeah... Enjoy!
Heather's POV (Yeah she's rude. It's Heather)
It was all Sammy's fault. All of it. Before you bitches start whining and going all, "Blah blah blah Sammy Keyes rocks blah must be nicer blah blah you're such a loser blah blah blah," on me, just fucking listen! Please for once, someone listen to my side of the story before you judge. I mean seriously? I haven't even told you what I'm talking about yet, and I can sense some people just itching to badmouth me. If you don't care enough to see my side of the story though, please leave now. I know you guys like Sammy, but this is my story. And in my case, Sammy just happens to be the bad guy. Well, at the start. But you'll see.
So my story starts, as all stories do, on a bright sunny Friday in Santa Martina, at William Rose Middle School the day before school is out for the Christmas holidays. Shut up. If it doesn't start like this, it's not a story. Deal with it.
I was walking down the stairs, talking to my best friend Monet as we made our way to fourth period. We were discussing highly important, confidential stuff. You know, guys and makeovers and ice-cream? Yeah, that shit. I was just mentioning how my mom had promised to take us both for manicures when I tripped over something that looked suspiciously like a leg. My books went flying one way, and I went toppling down the stairs. I landed on the bottom of the flight of stairs with my head facing the floor, and let me tell you, it was painful.
"What. The. Ass." I muttered, picking my self up. I looked up in fury and saw Monet running down towards me.
"Oh my gosh Heather, are you ok?" she asked, holding my books in one hand, and helping me balance with the other. I nodded and was about to continue walking when Sammy Keyes and that idiot friend of hers, Marissa McKenzie, walked up to us.
"You ok Heather?" Sammy asked in mock concern. Marissa snorted and tried to cover it with a sneeze. And then suddenly, I saw red.
Next thing I knew, I was being attacked by a pack of baby wolves, wherever the hell they came from, and Sammy was being burned alive. Students were pointing at us and whispering, some were panicking, but really, nobody was doing anything to help either of us. I mean like, what the crap?
Then Mrs. Ambler was there, helping me up, and some high school dude who I vaguely recognized was extinguishing the fire. Sammy was burnt and all, but it wasn't as bad as you would expect. The guy, who I then realized was Marissa's cousin, Brandon, gave her some honey-colored cream to apply to the burn, and in a minute, she was back to normal.
Mrs. Ambler whispered something to Brandon, then turned to face us. "Heather? Go wait in the office, ok sweetie? Same with you Sammy."
I wanted to argue, but honestly, I was kind of terrified, and I guess so was Sammy, because she just kind of shrugged and we started off without a word. At that point I realized that our life was going to get a lot worse. It always does. And I don't know if I was an idiot, or just to dazed to care, but all I could think was,
Bring it on, bitch.
And That's All Folks! Just kidding. That's only chapter 1.
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