Chapter Two
I want reviews! *Pouts* Please review, peoples. Anyways, this is Chapter 2 of A Monument of Seaweed. Enjoy! J
II-Annabeth
Okay. I admit I panicked. I panicked and stood frozen for a moment. Just enough time for the dracaena to lunge at me, with its claws outstretched. I came back to my senses and dove to the side. Rapidly, I gripped my sheathed dagger and drew it out. The dracaena snarled at the sight of it. But undeterred by the she-demon, I danced forwards and jabbed at her neck. She leaped back, my blade barely scraping her scales. I braced myself and ran at her. We engaged in a fight. It was like a sword dance. An elegant, yet deadly and dangerous fight. Annabeth, my mind yelled, what are you spouting right now! Concentrate! So I complied and dashed abruptly towards the dracaena, who was surprised. I slid my dagger across her neck, which resulted in her blowing up. I was covered in a layer of sand-y stuff, which also made me cough.
I brushed the sand off, and cleaned my dagger with my already soiled clothes. I then sheathed it and started on my way back home, not really in the mood to walk.
When I reached my house, I quickly devised a plan so that my step-mom wouldn't be suspicious of the sand. I'll say that I stumbled and fell on the grass, which was somehow covered in sand. Yeah, my mind rejoined again, that'll definitely work. Great, now I was talking with myself. Shaking my head, I entered the house. The smell of cookies wafted through the house.
"Mom?" I yelled. "I'm back." When she didn't reply, I immediately knew that she was in the backyard.
When I stepped in the shower, the water was burning hot. It scalded my body, and I hurriedly adjusted it. I washed the sand off my body and washed myself. I dressed in a simple T-shirt with jeans, and it was already time to get ready for school. I mentally berated myself for forgetting. It was my first day of school, the school with Percy! Yeah, you guessed it, Goode High. I fixed my hair into a ponytail and swiftly packed my bag. I decided to leave a note for mom, because I really needed to go. Although our house was a few minutes away, I wasn't going to be late for the first day of school. I closed the front door and ran to the gate of Goode High.
As I stepped in, I realized that I would have to go to the principal to get my schedule. I jogged towards where I hoped was the principal's office, my bag thumping up and down on my back. Luckily, it was the principal that greeted me with a warm smile. I instantly calculated that he was a nice person.
"Hello. You must be Annabeth. My name is Alex Stuart, but you can just call me Alex." He said to me. As he said this, he handed a piece of paper, which was my schedule. I accepted it with the kindest smile I could muster.
"Thank you." I said back. This marked the day I first started getting bullied, although I didn't know it right now.
Because I trusted Percy to protect me.
I walked down the hallway, people whispering to their friends, some looking at me. No doubt that it was about how I was the freshman of the school. But I ignored them, because I was looking for my locker, number 26. When I found it, I opened it and carefully arranged my things inside. After, I glanced at my schedule and saw that I had Mathematics first. I set off towards a different set of buildings, which I saw from the map attached, that held the Mathematics classroom.
When I arrived, I saw that only a few people were there, with the teacher. I sat down on a random spot, and set my stuff out. I planned, while organizing, that I would surprise Percy instead of telling him. I had a feeling that he would be here too. The bell rang, signifying the start of school. Everyone was hushed, waiting for the teacher to start. I looked around, and noticed one seat that was empty. I felt a strange sinking feeling, thinking that I was wrong, that Percy wouldn't be here. But that was proved wrong, because the said raven haired, bright green-eyed boy had slammed the door open, breathless.
"Sorry I'm late" he said in that deep voice I had come to love. After he had uttered those words, girls started squealing. I felt a boiling anger start to form. These stupid girls wanted my Percy? How dare they? Then, it turned to cold anger at Percy, when I found that he actually smirked. The smirk that I thought he only directed at me. I fought the urge to cry, and instead stared at him.
