Sorry, I promise to make it longer Also, pretty please (with a cherry on top) review! I want some tips on how to make my writing awesome!
Also, do you know if you need a disclaimer before every single chapter?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED IN PERCY JACKSON BOOKS. I DO OWN HAROLD AND TAMI, THOUGH!
Percy
Ok… so, Aphrodite… wasn't she a Greek goddess? So when did i develop this interest in mythology?
My thoughts were cut short as Harold called, "guys, come on, pancakes for breakfast this morning! Hurry or we won't get any!"
Wow, that guy's enthusiastic, I thought. His enthusiasm reminded me of someone, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Peanut butter? Something about peanut butter...
"Hurry up you guys! Quick!"
So I got up, feeling awkward and knowing that Tami's eyes were following me all the way. I got dressed, and we hurried to the cafeteria for pancakes and maple syrup.
As soon as we got there, I knew something was wrong. I still can't explain what I was feeling. It was probably just instincts.
We got our food and sat down at a randomly picked table. The feeling was getting stronger, and I was seriously worried. My hand went to my pocket, and I found my ballpoint pen, Anasklusmos, there. It comforted me, though I have no idea why. I mean, what good's a ballpoint pen in a crisis, unless you decide to fill in an application form while running away?
Nothing happened for a while, so I passed off the feeling as nerves – wouldn't you be nervous if you remembered nothing, like absolutely nothing, yet everyone remembered you?
Anyway, so I got lulled into a sense of security. That was my first big mistake. Tami said she needed to go bathroom and walked off. It was just me and Harold, which was awkward. Awkward for me, I mean. He was too busy eating to even notice that Tami was gone. He didn't notice the buff guy that was sitting on the table next to us get up and walk away, without, of course, whacking Harold or the shoulder and flashing me a smug, almost victorious look, before jogging to the exit.
I figured he was the school bully – which was inevitable. Every school had one.
That's when I heard the scream. It was definitely Tami's voice… It made my blood run cold (purely out of friendly concern, of course. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, more). The only good thing about the scream was that it broke Harold's obsession with the pancakes.
We jumped up and sprinted towards the noise. Next big mistake. Everyone stared at us, so I guessed it wasn't normal to suddenly just run off without reason, around these parts.
Harold was puffed by the time we got to the source of the noise, but I felt fine. Maybe I exercised a lot? I wouldn't know. Don't remember anything, remember? (No pun, or otherwise, intended) When Harold recovered, we went closer to the door – did I mention the door? - That we had ended up in front of. There was a big pink sign on it saying –just my luck- 'GIRLS RESTROOM'.
I looked at Harold, who looked at me, and shrugged. 'We'd do the same for each other, right? At least… I think so…" So we pushed the door.
I nearly collapsed, with all the hot pink in there. I don't know how you can cram so much pink in one room! We expected to see Tami crying her eyes out over a pimple or something, but what was there, was even worse. The buff bully. Call me a coward, but I just couldn't meet his eyes. Something about his grimy teeth captivated me – I just couldn't bring myself to look up. A memory stirred….
"HELP!" screamed the Buff Bully. Not exactly something every bully would say… i would have laughed, for the fact that he had just imitated Tami's voice perfectly. Oh no. A trap. Wait, where was Tami?
At the worst possible moment, we heard a flush and Tami herself appeared from the pink, dressed in black, thank the gods. The Gods? As in plural?
The bully then mimicked my voice, shaking me out of my reverie. Tami stifled a gasp. Harold just stood there… not very good signs. The bully – I had unconsciously named him- let out a booming laugh, ripped off the tap from a sink and played with it- turning it into a massive staff.
Wow. How did he do that? But there was no time to answer my question. He was attacking. Panic almost took over, but a voice at the back of my mind reminded me of the pen in my pocket. I guess it was stupid, to think that it could help, but it was all I had against a metal 'rod'.
I would've called for help, but my pride was just that little bit too proud, and I didn't want to get caught in a girl's restroom fending off a psychopath with a metal rod (the psychopath has the rod, not me).
When I got 'Riptide' out of my pocket, I let my instincts take over, and I did the natural thing. I uncapped the pen. It morphed into a bronze sword before my eyes, and for a moment everyone was too stunned to move, including me. Then I had that 'just a feeling' again that told me this was perfectly normal. Then I did the next most natural thing. I charged. The bully swung his staff at me, but it broke as soon as it made contact with my skin. I was shocked, but happy for the advantage. "My turn!" and I swung the bronze sword at his belly. He exploded into yellow dust - right. I thought i was hallucinating, but before i could call 000 for urgent medical assistance concerning a kid that had a bronze sword, was mentally troubled and a major danger to society, i saw the yellow dust reforming. This shouldn't be happening, was my first thought. How did i know that? Was my second.
Hey. reviews = next chappy! i will still write, but reviews= next chappy as fast as possible! i will send them off to camp next...R&R! ( i catch on quick, don't I?)
