Hey guys! Guess what? I 'm actually able to update the day after I post something! Well, maybe it's just because I 've been seick and moping around all day, or maybe it's because I'm growing into my awesomeness. Either way, I'm sooo happy that I've been able to keep updating once a day! Although this is the first time I've done it...
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- Sylvia N.
BOOM! An explosion rang in my ears as I fled from the office, Fi and Jackie right behind me. At this point, I was glad I had been doing cross country after school. It sure did help with running away from freaky demon cheerleaders that were out for your blood.
"Sssslow down, Misssss Tempessssst," a voice hissed behind us. I turned, only to see that now there was also a green-skinned lady with snake trunks for legs slithering after us as well. She had a crown of bones, and multiple beaded necklaces strung around her neck. What the hell was going on?
We whipped around a corner with the demons still on our tail, only to run straight into three people – two blonde boys and a brown-haired girl who looked like she could pulverize anyone. One of the blonde boys had slightly unsettling gray eyes that scanned the hall calculatingly. The other blonde boy had drawn – whoa, was that a bow and arrow? Neat. I had only used one once, at a Girl Scout camp for a weekend. I was pretty good, but I still didn't get a bull's eye.
Anyway, the girl with brown hair had a spear that had little lightning bolts shooting off of it. The blonde kid with the weird eyes had a dagger type thing. They were all facing the demons and snake lady chasing us, looking a little scared – except for the girl – and kind of excited, too.
"Malcolm!" called the Katniss kid, as I had dubbed him. So what? I liked the Hunger Games. A lot.
The other blonde kid, who must've been Malcolm, said "Yes, these are the ones we're looking for! Now shoot your gods forsaken arrows already!" and with that, the demons were upon us and he plunged his knife straight into the heart of a cheerleader.
By this point, I was glad the sixth graders were on a field trip this afternoon. But then again, I don't think they'd be too happy to come back and find their classrooms and lockers destroyed.
"What the heck is going on?" Jackie yelled to me over the sounds of battle. The snake woman had ripped a metal door off its hinges and we were now hiding behind it, trying to keep them from noticing us.
"Why are you asking me? Ask them!" I yelled back.
"Are you crazy?" Fiona replied. "They're saving our hides and you want to ask them a question? Do you realize how stupid that is? It'd probably get all of us killed."
Well, that is true. Fiona always was the most level headed of us.
The noise died down, and we peeked out from over the edge of the door.
The monsters were gone. Malcolm was breathing heavily, as were the other two. I realized they just saved our patooties and we didn't even know their names.
"Who – who are you?" I asked as I slowly climbed out from our makeshift shelter. The other blonde kid snapped his head up, looking at me. The brunette chick was glaring at me. All of them – as well as the surrounding area – was covered in a glittering golden dust. I wondered where the freaky flaming cheerleaders had gone.
"Look, kid," she said. "I'm Clarisse, that's Malcolm over there with the weird eyes – "
"Hey!" Malcolm shouted. Clarisse continued.
"- and that other kid's Will. We're here to extract you," she finished. My eyes widened. Extract? To where?
"Where, exactly, are you extracting us to?" Jackie asked impatiently, voicing my thoughts. She had her hand on her hip, her braid swinging back and forth like a metronome behind her.
"Camp Half-Blood, of course," Will spoke up. I looked at him.
"Okay, then. Guys, I know this sounds crazy," I said. Fi and Jackie nodded before I continued. "But considering they just saved our butts, we should probably go with them." Fiona nodded like this made sense.
Jackie, on the other hand, looked at me like I was insane, but grudgingly agreed to come.
"Well then," said Clarisse, dusting off her army jacket. "Let's go meet some friends."
We took a chariot – which I don't know how they got – and tied it up to some animal that looked like a cross between a hummingbird and a horse.
"Pegasi!" Jackie and I breathed. Fiona looked at us strangely before climbing into the chariot.
And with that, we were whisked away with the winds.
(Whoa. Talk about alliteration.)
"Here," Malcolm said five minutes later, handing us pieces of paper. "This is a survey I've created to find out whose child you are."
"Malcolm!" Will scolded. "Dude, we haven't even explained yet, we should probably do that first. What with your heritage and all, I think you would've figured that out."
"Oh, right." He looked down ashamed for a split second, and then looked back up at us. I glanced at him nervously, before turning to Fi and Jackie.
"What does Will mean, his heritage? And whose kid we are? I know that it's been weird up until now, but I'm seriously starting to think these kids are crazazy," Fiona whispered urgently. I nodded my head in agreement. But at that moment, Clarisse interrupted us.
"Okay, you punks. Let's test your knowledge, shall we? See if you're as smart as Einstein over here," she said, jerking her head towards Malcolm. His face tinted red a little.
"Okay!" Fi and I said happily. We were trivia suckers, that's for sure.
"So what do you know about Greek mythology?" Malcolm asked nervously. Fi and I shot each other excited looks.
"We both love mythology. Plus recently in Social Studies, we were learning about Ancient Greece and we read a book on the Trojan War in Language Arts. Her favorite hero is Odysseus, but that's just because she saw a documentary on him. I, however, really like the story of the Trojan War with the whole 'Golden Apple' thing. Ori here's a very good singer, and we were thinking about starting a band named Katoptris, after Helen of Troy's dagger. But personally, Oriana's really the only one who's talented at music – "Fiona rambled on and on until I finally decided to slap my hand over her mouth. I was blushing from head to toe from what she'd said about me.
"Nudge wannabe," both Jackie and I mumbled under our breath. That caused Fiona to then lick my hand. I glared at her.
"Well, okay then. So if you like the Trojan War so much, you know how the Greek/Roman hero Aeneas was a son of Aphrodite?" Malcolm asked us. Fiona nodded vigorously. I just rolled my eyes.
"Well, that means he was a demigod, or a half-blood, as we like to call it – "Fi's eyes widened, and she ripped my hand off of her mouth.
"Oh my god! Does that mean we're half-bloods, too? I mean, since it's the name of your camp and all, and you were asking us about Greek mythology, plus your shirts all say it…" she trailed off. I looked down at their shirts, and sure enough they all say 'CAMP HALF-BLOOD' in big, bold letters with a pegasus underneath it.
"Dang, girl. Malcolm, looks like you have a potential sister on your hands. She's definitely smart enough," grumbled Clarisse. Will just looked slightly scared, like he could hardly believe one person could talk so much and so quickly, too.
"Wait, let me guess," Fiona said happily, her light blue eyes shining. "You're an Athena kid, right?" she said, pointing to Malcolm. He nodded.
"Um, not sure about you, but you've got a bow. Maybe Apollo?" she asked Will, and he nodded quickly.
"Okay, you are kind of grumpy, so you're probably a child of Ares, god of War," she said lastly, pointing to Clarisse.
"Got that right. Malcolm, I doubt this one will have to take your little survey. I mean, who else could she be? She got the concept in, like, five seconds, and she guessed all our parents on the first try," she pointed out. Malcolm sighed and nodded.
"Well, you two – " Will pointed to Jackie and I " – should probably fill out that survey now."
"Yeah, quick question," Jackie said, raising her hand. "Do you have a pen?"
Clarisse tossed us each one, and we laid down in the back of the chariot, writing and answering each question carefully.
Well, that was kind of a weak ending. Next chapter will just be the surveys, so they won't be very long. Should I post Jackie and Oriana's separately, or in the same chapter? Tell me what you think. Thanks!
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