Percy seemed like a cool guy. He told me stories of people he had met and he cracked jokes whenever the opportunity arised.
So, maybe Bridgeway Academy wasn't all bad. There was one person I would not mind seeing every day.
There was one story Percy told me that I cannot forget. He had told me of a friend of his. Her name was Annabeth.
Percy told me all about her. He told me about her sense of humor, about how smart she was, and how she died.
"She drowned" He told me " I couldn't do anything. It was the one place I couldn't do anything."
He broke off. Obviously he didn't like reawakening old memories.
"It's okay," I consoled him " you don't have to tell me anything. I know what it's like to lose people.
I never really told people about how my family died. Somehow I felt that I could trust Percy.
Somehow I understood that he had lost a lot of people in his life and maybe hearing from someone who had lost people could help him.
" My whole family died in a car crash," I continued, " Mom, Dad, sisters ,brothers. I had 3 sisters and 2 brothers. I was only eight. I was supposed to be with them.
I had the stomach flue so I couldn't go to our annual picnic."
Percy didn't say im sorry. He only nodded. I was relived. I had been sick of hearing people say im sorry because it seemed to be fake.
Percy seemed to understand that.
" Its okay." I started " I was adopted by my uncle. Whom I call father. So, everything is good."
We walked to our next class in silence. As the day drew on we were careful not to start that conversation. Instead we told jokes and laughed.
I was almost sad when the day was over. I coundint wait until I would see Percy next.
When I got home my dad was sitting on the table drinking his coffee.
"How was school?" He asked
I didn't answer him. Instead I marched up the stairs to my room. I plopped in the chair by the desk and started to draw.
I didn't know how much time had past. I was intent on finishing a drawing. I drew an eye, an eye that I had been seeing in my dreams.
I dreamed of it every night and it haunted me.
After I was done, I callapsed on my bed. I didn't move until my phone screen lit up. One new message, it said.
It was from my friend Ashley
It read:
So, how was your day with a certain someone?
Every girl in the school thinks he's drop dead gorgeas
And now your on all of their hit lists.
What do you think?
More importantly, what is he like?
Spock out
"seriously, spock" I thought
I replied;
Seriously, spock? Anyways, I don't care about that; all we did
Was talking. I have no reason to be in any ones hit list and definitely not theirs.
And since you asked, he's nice, but only a friend.
Do you remember a few years back a kid, only twelve who had a manhunt on his tail? Well, that was him.
I turned off my phone and tried to sleep.
My dream went like this:
I was standing by some sort of ranch house. A man in a wheelchair sat on the porch with another man.
They seemed to be fighting. I saw kids, all sorts of ages, milling about and looking nervous as the two men spoke.
"Something else will happen," one yelled " we need him. Strange things are happening. Earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamies!
Chiron! Zues is furious at hera. She has never done that in all her life and discovering this now."
" Nothing will happen," said the man he called Chiron. " and if something, does he needs a break. She just died. He is only a boy."
The tension between the two men began to swell. Anyone could explode at any minute.
Their voices began to fade. I was somewhere else. I was with my mother.
" Oh, lissy dear, I wish could explain, " she spoke, " I must talk to you now because things are getting worse.
I never imagined it would come to this when I started playing my games. Please be careful.'
I woke with a start. Sweat was beading down my head in a cold winter room.