Trip to Walmart
Chapter 2 –Small Complications-
Leo Valdez had never been well off before. Sure, he wasn't dirt poor, but he still didn't have enough pocket money to buy a game station until Chiron had given him enough cash for one. So by the time he found the Wiis, all behind a locked glass case with a sign that said to 'see an employee to open', he was practically jumping up and down like an excited grade school kid on a sugar rush.
A red button caught his eye and he pressed it. Two minutes later a Walmart employee came up to him, adjusting her nametag that read Nawd. Oh wait, Leo was dyslexic, so the nametag really said Dawn. Dawn appeared to be having a busy day and her long black hair was all disheveled.
"Is there something I can help you with?" the high school girl asked.
"Yeah, can I get a Wii and a couple controllers?" Leo asked excitedly. "Oh, and also a couple of games for it too."
After all, he did need to keep an entire camp of ADHD demigods occupied for the trip to California.
The girl rolled her gray eyes and said, "You'll have to be more specific on what games you want."
Leo ran to the glass case besides the Wiis and pointed out a couple that seemed interesting.
As Dawn got the game consule and the games, Jason and Piper were in the hardware section of the store, looking at the different colors of paint. Jason wanted blue but Piper wanted black.
"If its black it won't be as easy to see in the dark," Jason pointed out.
"Yes, but blue paint on a warship just doesn't make any sense," Piper said, "In all the Greek stories, the ships were made to look intimidating… usually painted a darker color like black or brown."
"Exactly, it's already been done before," Jason said, "So how about blue? It'll match my eyes."
"Blue blends in with the sky," Piper said, choosing to ignore the last part.
Jason thought for a moment before smiling, "I've got it! Why don't we paint it Purple, like my camp's color, but the sails can be Orange, for Camp Half-blood!"
"That's, actually a good idea," Piper said slowly, "Okay, let's check out the different shades of purple they have in stock."
Meanwhile, Annabeth was in a dilemma. The store seemed to be out of the usual beads that were used for painting and only had the smaller ones in stock.
"These are no use," Annabeth muttered to herself. "How can we paint beads that are so small?"
"Excuse me, can I help you with something?" A voice asked her politely.
Annabeth turned around to find an elderly woman with the walmart outfit on.
"Yes, do you have beads that are half an inch big?" Annabeth asked frantically.
The woman's eyes glanced at the shelves before sighing, "I'll half to check the storage room, follow me please."
The two set off, Annabeth still holding the wrong size beads, and stopped near the back of the store where a metal door was shut tight and probably locked. The woman fumbled with her keys, inserted it into the lock, and the door swung open creakily. The woman entered and came back a few minutes later with a shake of her head.
"Sorry, dearie, but we're fresh out of beads," she apologized.
Annabeth dropped the wrong sized beads in horror and cursed in Ancient Greek.
Author's Comment
So it may seem a little rushed, but I wanted to get it up here by tonight, so I can have the last chapter uploaded by tomorrow. That means no wait time for you readers! That's good, right?
