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SophiaAkaDa: this is my very first Fanfiction that I'm Co-Writing with ChickWithThePurpleGuitar.
CWTPG: although I write all the awesome parts.
SakaD: No you do not. You said and I quote "This is the best thing ever written ever" about a part that I wrote.
CWTPG: …..No comment.
SakaD: so, since this is my first FanFic, please no flames.
CWTPG: or I'll hunt you down and stab you. Bwahahahahaha
SakaD: moving onward…. "hey Nico, come do the Disclaimer."
Nico: "No"
CWTPG: Come on, Nico. You know you wanna!
Nico: Fine. They don't own PJO and they don't own me, even though they KIDNAPPED ME!
CWTPG: shut up and have a cookie.
Nico: Ooh, I like cookies.
SakaD: Enjoy!
Chapter One
Sophia
[Delia! Get your butt in here! We're trying to tell a story!]….. Seriously? She's gonna make me do this by myself? I'm serious! That's what she said. She said, "Start it without me and I'll come in later!" Sooooooooooo, I guess that means I should start now. Anyway, it all started one day at school. More specifically, Pine Tree Middle School. Or as I like to call it, Pine Nut Middle School. Because all the teachers are nuts….and idiots….and…other….bad things…that…anyway. My sister Delia and I were sitting in English class, being completely bored out of our minds, when-
Okay peoples, I'm here. You can start now.
Delia?
Yep. It's me. Hold your applause please.
(cricket sounds)
Okay then. Well, Delia, you told me to start without you….so I did.
Well, I didn't mean it!
Sure you didn't. Anyway, can I continue the story please?
Fine.
Anyway, so we were sitting in English, listening to our teacher Mrs. VonSausage go on and on about prepositional phrases.
Wait a minute. You actually listened to her go on and on?
Well, yeah. Sort of. Not really. I mean, I heard what she was talking about, but I wasn't really paying attention.
Right. Continue.
So, Mrs. VonSausage was talking about prepositional phrases, when there was a knock on the door. Principal Hamilton walked in holding hands with a boy around our age, who looked scarily familiar. The boy looked down at his hand in Principal Hamilton's, with a disgusted look on his face. Delia suddenly made a yelping noise-
I did not!
Yes you did! But anyway, she made this yelping noise
Hmmph.
And looked at me. I stared at her like she had three heads, but then she mouthed the word, "Nico", and my mouth dropped open. Sure, I'm not the BIGGEST Percy Jackson fan, like my overly obsessed sister-
I am not obsessed!
Yes you are! Don't deny it, Delia. Don't deny it. Delia, we're never gonna get this story done if you keep interrupting.
Fine.
So anyway, I'm not overly obsessed, but I knew what she meant. There is only one "Nico" Delia would ever be talking about: Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. However, there was just one teensy weensy little problem: HE'S NOT REAL! Or so we thought. I leaned over to Delia and whispered, "There's no way that could be him. He's a fictional character." Although, I wasn't really quite sure. The boy was wearing the same clothes that Nico would: black skinny jeans-
Skinny jeans are for girls.
Tell that to Nico. So, black skinny jeans- MEN'S skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with dancing skeletons on it-
Really Nico. Very macho.
Delia, what did we say about you interrupting every 5 sentences?
…. That was like, eight sentences.
Delia, SHUT UP! And then his way over-sized aviator jacket. Then Principal Hamilton said, "Mrs. VonSausage, class, this is your new student, Nico di Angelo."
I'm pretty sure Delia's jaw dropped to the ground. As did mine. I wasn't sure a person's jaw could do that, but then it did. Nico looked at us sorta weird, and I glared at him while Delia watched him dreamily. Nico winked at us, which kinda surprised me, but it made me decide that Nico, for some strange demigod reason, was here for us.
SakaD: sorry its short, the next one will come soon.
CWTPG: R&R!