(Hello, people. This is Marrione and I'm (kind of?) writing this fanfiction where OC meets the characters. And like Louise always protests against, be sure to check out our archiveofourown account!)
Disclaimer:
Louise groaned, pounding her head on the computer desk. "Write some things, Mari," she begged. "Isn't why we signed up for this fanfiction thing because we wanted to write? Com-"
"No, Louise. You told me to sign up for this."
"First of all, you asked me, and I said yes-"
"Fine. I was getting bored waiting for you to complete ONE drabble." Marrione smiled before waving her hands at Louise in a go-away gesture. Louise stood up before standing against the wall.
"Now, let's work my magic," she murmured, tapping the keys of the keyboard.
"AND YES GUYS, FOR YOUR INFORMATION, SHE DOES NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON NOR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, WHOM SHE USED TO HAVE A CRUSH ON-"
Ring! Ring!
16-year-old Anemone Dixon stumbled out of her classroom as quickly as possible, pleading and praying that she wouldn't be squished with the crowd.
Turning around the corner, she groaned internally. Why did the crowd appear faster than she ever would be?
She quickly dashed through the crowd, mumbling the occasional sorry and excuse me. God, please don't let me be late.
Soon she emerged victorious from the crowd (although she probably missing a pen or two) in the parking lot, brightness blinding her. It wasn't exactly a sunny afternoon but she was fine with that. All she needed was her allergy being triggered and a rant from her mother for being under the sun.
Anemone quickly picked her way through the cars lined up neatly in the lot, her head turning here and there. Sighing in relief to see the familiar dark yellow van with the words SCHOOL SERVICE and MACARTHUR ACADEMY on its side. Well, the school was named after the general. Anemone slipped in one of the spaces beside the van, taking advantage of her height and lithe figure. Making her way inside, she slipped into her usual seat by the window and marked it by putting her duffel bag. And the hard part of being a small girl. You have to wrestle your heavy bag and expandable folder filled with heavy books and materials. Anemone balanced her bag and expandable folder, making her way to the back of the van, before Ate Micah, the operator, tapped her shoulder. "Put it down, Anemone. Your new fetcher is going to put it there," before calling out loud: "Jason! We need you right now!"
Since Anemone was small, she couldn't see over her bag and expandable folder. So when the fetcher took it from her, she was surprised. The blonde fetcher neatly put it in the back as Anemone took to her seat hastily.
"Ate Micah, is that our new fetcher?"
"Oh yes, Anemone," Ate Micah beamed.
"What's his name?'
"Jason Grace is the name." Came the reply of the blonde fetcher, holding out his hand. Anemone shook it before thanking him. Nodding, Jason went outside. "Don't forget to get the kids' bags!" Ate Micah called after him.
"To answer your question, yes, he is our new fetcher. We also have a new driver but he's due for an appointment today,so maybe tomorrow."
Anemone slowly nodded before she walked to her spot.
Three, two, one… Cue my best friend. Anemone smiled as her best friend, Emma Talore, emerged from the door of the service.
"Wassup, Anne? You okay?" Her friend greeted her, slinging her drawstring bag beside Anemone. Anemone rolled her eyes. Emma knew she hated being called Anne but she allowed her anyways.
"So, any news?"
"We have a new fetcher."
"Spill."
"He's our new fetcher." Anemone pointed at the blond guy, who was easily loading bags in the van.
"Dang, he's hot." Emma murmured. Anemone hit her friend in the arm.
"What was that for?"
"Stop it."
Emma scratched her arm. "Okay, okay. Just stating the obvious-"
That earned another hit from Anemone.
"Anemone freaking Dixon, what is wrong with you?"
"I said stop it."
"I just said stating the obvious! What is wrong with that?" Emma threw her hands up in the air.
Anemone all but face-palmed. How was she going to make her friend see any sense?
"His name is Jason." Anemone muttered from behind her hand.
"Jason. Didn't we have a Jason before?"
"No, it's not him. That's different. His full name is Jason Grace."
"Perfect name for a guy like him- CALM DOWN! And stop hitting me!"
Anemone glared at her friend.
"He's so blonde! Isn't that unusual? I mean, blonde, really?"
"Thank you for that conclusion."
"Well, at least he's better than Jason#1. I swear if that hottie threatens my brother, he is officially dead!" Emma declared.
Anemone chuckled at the memory. Emma could be scary she wanted to be and the result of her argument with the Jason-Walker-lookalike was a full-blown war.
"Well, it is unusual. I mean, I think this first he first time the school even saw an American blonde fetcher, or have we, assuming he's an American."
"Emma…Talore? Is Emma Talore here?" Jason called out loud from the back of the van.
Emma couldn't help but squeak as Jason called her name. "How time flies quickly." She sighed before grabbing her drawstring bag. "Chat me later, Anne!" She waved before going down the service and whistling on the path as she navigated around a mix of houses and buildings.
Anemone giggled before she dug her book out of her duffel bag. Opening her book to where she last marked it, she quietly read the part about Jason and Piper falling in the Grand Canyon.
"JASON!" Three kids came running towards the van at the last moment before Jason shut the door.
Looks like my reading can wait, she sighed as she made space for the three kids. Correction: teens. They were like the high-schoolers and of course older than Anemone herself.
The three kids snapped their fingers, and almost like she was sleepwalking, Ate Micah started walking towards the driver's seat.
"ANEMONE DIXON!" Jason called loudly, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Loading her bags, she shook her head. One of the high-schoolers is definitely not Piper. Probably a fan?
She stepped down and went straight to her house, unlocking the gate and opening the door.
She stood there for a moment, locking eyes with the Piper-lookalike.
The van suddenly came back to life and headed to wherever their houses were, leaving Anemone to wonder what just happened.
Authors' Note:
By the way, Marrione wanted me to tell you that 'ATE' is pronounced as 'a-teh', not as eight.
You mean, 'ah-teh.'
Whatever. Anyways, 'Ate' either means sister or if you're referring to girls older than yourself.
In case our readers wonder why we call people (female) older than us 'ATE', in the Philippines we treat each other as family. If you want to call someoe older than you, then call them 'kuya'. It practically means brother.
Whoo-hoo! Here's our budding history teacher. Tell us more, cher professeur! I wanna get an A+ on the test!
First of all, you're freaking Filipino. This is not A.P. This is Filipino. Also you sound like Valdez.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Do I sound like Valdez?
*rolls eyes*
Interpreting a Genius 101 translates that as no.
Yes.
Yes?
No.
Stop confusing me. I don't get you.
What else is new?
Uh, our upcoming test tomorrow?
Cut the drama. See you people in the next chapter.
~Marrione & Louise