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So now on to the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan so I don't own PJO.
Chapter 2
Percy's pov
I walked towards my room. A bath would be nice since I was sweaty from the nightmare and it would wake me up, add that to the fact that I am the Son of the Sea God and that being in contact with water gives me an adrenaline rush.
My room has always been messy whether it had been at home or at camp. At camp pieces of armor would clutter the floor, half eaten bags of potato chips and empty cans of coke shoved under my bed. In fact, if it wasn't for Tyson, who cleans up whenever he gets a break from making armor and swords for the warriors (Since Tyson is really good at making things and he works especially hard when he knows that he's saving lives out there on the since the armor he makes are really strong. One time Mrs. O'Leary used a chest plate for a chew toy and it lasted for about ten minutes of nonstop chewing inside Mrs. O'Leary's massive mouth to form even a dent.) And teaching new recruits how to bash enemies on their heads with clubs and how to shout out wars cries with your mouth full of peanut butter, I would be living in a pig pen. Though, recently I have been trying to make the messes a bit less chaotic.
At home I try to keep my room clean since I didn't want my mom to clean up after me anymore since I am already sixteen and an incoming sophomore at Goode. But don't blame me if my room is still a bit messy since I didn't want to turn into one of the neat freak cabins at camp like Aphrodite. They even color code their clothes.
I made my way towards the bathroom. I took my time taking a shower mostly because the longer I stayed the better I felt. And secondly, I needed time to think.
It wasn't the prophecy so much as the voice that creeped me out.
The voice I heard in my dream was old, cruel, and creepy. It was much crueler than the Lord of Time, a whole lot older, and infinitely more creepy.
I was thinking about whose voice it could have been when suddenly someone knocked and jarred my train of thought.
"Percy are you done taking a shower because I really got to go," Paul, my stepfather said.
I must have lost track of time.
"Yeah, Paul. I'm almost done."
I quickly got dressed and opened the door and saw Paul wearing an over-sized shirt and
a pair of shorts.
"Morning Paul."
"Good morning Perce," he said, "are you excited about the orientation later?"
"Yeah I'm really excited about attending that I actually survived at for more than a year."
"Great. So now if you'll excuse me, nature calls." he said.
"Sure."
So? Is it ok? Please tell me do you think. And I'm sorry for not updating for awhile! I promise I'll update as soon as I can, it's just that I'm busy with school. Don't worry I've already started on chapter 3. It's in Annabeth's pov.
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-Nicole
