The Lightning Thief Parody (AKA The Thunder Stealer)

by Raibla

What if Annabeth was dumb, Grover had a weird accent, Chiron was a biker, Posideon was a jerk, Ares was a wimp and... well, you'll have to read to find out!

2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two- Three Young Ladies Jam to the Funeral March

FINALLY it was time to go home. I packed my bag and hopped onto the bus with Grover. "Hai Mun! Hey Man!" he said.

"Hey." We were quiet for the rest of the ride, except when Grover gave me his business card, and my heart dropped because I never thought he was rich.

Then the bus broke down. I looked across the street and saw three young and hot women across the street. I mean, sure, they looked 20, but still. They had a boom box and were dancing, but when I focused, I heard the Funeral March, I mean the whole dun dun dundun shebang.

Then, they looked directly at me, and they beckoned me to go dance with them. Me, Persassy Johnson, with the black, pollution colored hair and the toxic waste colored green eyes. Well, it's not every day you get an offer like that, so I marched right up, ignoring Grover's yells for me to come back (his vocabulary was quite impressive, though) and I danced. Like, not just random dancing, mind you. I did the robot, disco, worm, dougie, even The Harlem Shake and Gangnam Style.

Then the bus fixed. I got on board and when we were off the bus, I ditched him and got a cab. He was still fuming about that whole dancing thing. In my defense, try ignoring three women asking you to dance with them, did I mention already that they were HOT? So anyways, I told the driver the address and to step on it, because I was pretty sure Grover would notice I was gone and that I hadn't been listening to his speech about trees after a bit.