Hi ppl! This is my first fanfic, hope you like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer (Is it seriously neccessay?): All the characters are owned by huntressofthemoon, except for Thalia, Artemis, Chiron and Mr D. And, of course, Camp Half-Blood (It's not a person, is it?)
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The buildings outside whizzed past in a blur of motion. Father was in front driving us, along with Mrs Ef Illree, to another of Mrs Ugliano's ridiculous parties which she insisted on. Mrs Illree was a cranky old octogenarian hired as Mrs Ugliano's personal maid, and took a great liking towards bullying me. Whenever I made a mistake, she would look at me real sweet and say, "Now, now Stephanie dearie.", while pointing one crooked finger at me.
What happened next was confusing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a chain of action barely discernible at its speed. Mrs Illree had mysteriously lashed a whip-like thing across father, bought out a razor-sharp talon and slashed it at the steel handles of the doors. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was a huge burst of flames, father engulfed in it…
"Are you okay? That was some accident!" A hand shook my shoulder as I stirred from unconsciousness. I was in a hospital ward, my right calf bandaged. Juniper Greenwood, my best friend from school, was standing at my bedside, her hazel eyes full of worry. I struggled to sit up and tried to recall the day's events. "Mrs Ef Iillree!" I gasped, "She-she is a monster, no, a Fury!" I probed my befuddled mind for the correct term. Juniper just shot me a puzzled look, "It was an accident! The, uh, engine over heated and exploded. Your father was," she swallowed, "Killed." I knew that father was killed, but something about the- it-was-an-accident part that did not quit convince me.
A few weeks later, after being discharged I was sitting beside Juniper in a bus on the way to the city for vacation. Her eyes never left me, as though she was my bodyguard or something. But the worst part was that, those looks often involved a you-are-gonna-get-killed expression. So, one fine day, I ran away. I was sick of the you-are-dead looks.
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Sorta short, I'll admit. But it's just a starting...
