(A/N)- Heyyyyy! So I know it's been about two weeks or so, but hey, I've been busy. Those of you who write stories, I know you understand. This is kind of short, and I'll only do one or two more chapters, I guess it depends. R&R! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I'm a good liar, huh?
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As the hill billy tour guide went on and on about the history of the cannons and torture like that, I was getting anxious. I probably sound a little selfish, but chances are you probably don't come from a poor family, you're ADHD, and you can't be trusted by anybody. Basically, I didn't get this kind of opportunity too often. I wanted to make the best of it before I messed it all up, because I felt like I was about to cause a crazy, chaotic mess. Every time I was about blow something up I got the same kind of feeling in the pit of my stomach, like somebody had just thrown a bowling ball at it, and believe me, that did not feel good.
"You may look, but DO NOT TOUCH, kiddies," he said. I started to walk off over to an old rusted one that I could easily believe was old. It looked like it was solid black at one point, but now it was beat up and grey. It was red here and there from years outdoors, rusting away. Supposedly it had an actual cannon ball in it (Or so I was told, I wasn't exactly listening). The cannon hole was easily big enough to fit three of me all together. There was a long rope hanging down from the back end that was also rusty. I probably shouldn't have touched it at all, but you can blame the ADHD.
Max was running his hand across it when the tour guide wasn't looking. "See, this is just the kind of thing Jackson would never do. He just doesn't have the guts."
I felt my cheeks going red in anger. My nostrils were flaring. It had always been hard for me to contain my anger, but now I was seriously furious. The heat was boiling up to my face. I started stomping up toward him and Ralph started to hold me back. He said, "Percy, don't."
I turned on him. "Why do you care? Just go back to the bus and let me fight my own battles! Go!"
Ralph has never been the courageous type. He scampered off as soon I let him go. I didn't think he meant to listen when climbing back into the bus. Probably more out of fear. I turned back to Big Ugly Martian.
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
"Eh, well I'm just making a point." He smiled at me like a scientist with evil plan. "You wouldn't do it would you?"
My teeth were grinding together. I stomped straight to the cannon and reached for the rope.
BOOM!
It shook Manhattan. People were holding their ears. After the noise lowered to a minimum, people's faces changed from pain to pure shock, like aliens were invading Earth, right in front of us. I turned to see what all the damage was. What I saw was a whole lot more than I had hoped for, or even expected. What I saw was a twenty-foot wide, thirty foot tall hunk of flames. I has set our transportation system on fire, and if that wasn't enough, while there was a passenger. I felt like drowning myself.
Everybody started glaring at me. Max stared at me alien-like, as if he still couldn't get over my move. But hey, on the bright side, at least I'd won the bet.
I'm in so much trouble, I thought. So. Much. Trouble.
Mrs. Mitternight turned on me, fire practically burning in her eyes. "Percy Jackson! You are in so much trouble!"
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