Note: Atlantis doesn't exist in reality, only here. Plus, Kelsey's insane, deal with it.
Wish and #3+4
Clarisse leads me to the Poseidon cabin, confusing me and Tom a bit. She raps on the door and a boy identical to Jackson comes out, except his hair is down to his chin, not to the bottom of his ears. He smiles and waves. "Hi Clarisse, are these the new campers?" She nods. "Well, welcome! I'm Logan, Logan Lerman Jackson."
(A.N: Okay…so if you'd review, I'd probably would have been able to steer away from that, but look at superchick11 and her friend, since they suggested it and I try my best to follow through with suggestions (I'd just like it for my other stories you know? Hey linkinparkfan9799 am I able to F*CKING continue? Sure Kelsey.)
Okay, after that interruption, Logan steps out and shuts the door behind him, leading both Tom and I towards the ocean, Clarisse with a huge grin on her face. I look past the trees and mess to spy Jackson, on a sort of cliff. I stop and search my pockets for the list, then my jacket, and then my bag. Nope, it's definite that Clarisse took it. D*m it to Hades and let's just cause some mayhem! Now, pretend we just went through an amazingly boring process essay, and you're at the conclusion. In big bold letters as the last sentence, it reads: Results may vary. Well, this'll definitely vary. I cackle softly and run up forward, receiving odd glances from both Tom and Logan. I creep up behind the rough bark of a tree and stifle a laugh, tip-toeing behind him as he views the ocean. I quickly shove him in and he falls into the water, sort of thrashing in surprise. I laugh, hugging my ribs, and take a deep breath.
"Hello Percy!" I call. "Do me a solid and swim to Atlantis will you? I need to see what actual mermaid tails look like!"
I burst out in my own laughter, rolling on the ground.
3. Push him into the water and demand for him to swim to Atlantis.
And for the last chapter since the thought slipped my mind: 2. Replace all of Percy's clothes with seaweed and a fake mermaid tail.
He scowls and swims to the shore, where Logan and Tom help pull him out. In the distance, I see Clarisse laughing her as* off and swear I hear Dad laughing again. Well, all's fair in love and war right?
ARES, B*TCH!
It's archery, and I'm thirsty. I settle down my bow and arrows when they call time and walk over to the water glasses awaiting us on the table. I smirk maniacally and grip Percy's sleeve, since I magically got into his classes (thanks Dad!). "Hey, dude, I'm sorry for earlier, that was uncalled for."
"You bet it was," he mutters.
"Well, I'll make it up to you," I wink. "How about you have my water as well, okay?"
He shrugs. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
Oh he's so wrong. We go in front of my glass and I step behind him, his reaction of turning too late for when I push him at it, the glass shattering under his back and the water seeping in the cuts; DANG IT! I sigh and laugh, recovering my happiness and glee. "Swim to Atlantis buddy boy, because I won't stop until you do!" I demand.
4. Repeat #3 with smaller areas of water (preferably small plastic cups of water to make him yell at you until his voice is gone.
Well, he yells, but it takes less time than you'd think out of all honesty, and trust me, that honesty is very little.
ARES, B*TCH!
SWEET! Two (insert name for gold coins here) from Dad! Oh this ROCKS! Clarisse pats my back as a good job, and I take out the pictures from last chapter, hoisting myself onto the table and doing something I should've added to the list. "STEP RIGHT UP FOR YOUR VERY OWN BLACKMAIL PHOTOS OF PERCY JACKSON DRESSED LIKE A MERMAID!"
Logan laughs, Percy slams his head on the table, and about the rest of the camp comes up. Three words: I made copies. You got to love my life, it's pretty sweet. That's when Jade and Ashlyn come up next to me. "Five (something I can't pronounce in or out), busters or the pictures are burned."
Most mumble curses, but they all agree and start coughing up the money. I collect it all in a Canadian hat from Disney World's Epcot and soon, most of the camp has mermaid pictures. Jade walks down next to me, plucking the hat from my fingers. "Hey!"
She takes out about a third of the F*CKING profits and Ashlyn takes another third, leaving me with the last and only third. I glare at them. Ashlyn smirks. "Well, who do you think got all the seaweed?"
"Not all of it!" Clarisse reminds.
"Oh well, I need it to get Tom something."
Jade's eye twitches and she slowly turns to Ashlyn. "That's funny…I was going to get Tom something…"
I groan and put my head in my hands. Here we go again. "Do you even know what he wants?"
"No…but Kelsey does…" Jade turns to me.
I sigh. Ares help me. I start running, Jade and Ashlyn chasing me like crazy. I grab Tom in the middle of my run and he stares at me, totally confused. "Quick, what's the thing you want most at the moment?"
He blinks. "Why?"
"JUST ANSWER THE G*D D*M QUESTION BEFORE TWO CRAZY CHICKS BITE MY HEAD OFF!"
He smirks. I guess he's always liked that about me, the rough posture I strive to keep standing. "Hm…well I've always wanted a guitar after the one I had broke last semester."
He's talking about before we came here. "Great, now shove off."
I shove him sideways, making him stumble for a slight moment, and keep running. Well, I know what he wishes for, now I wish for the following to my father: Ares, I wish for you to F*CKING HELP ME! I MEAN COME ON! YOU KNOW MOM CONFISCATED MY SWORD FOR THAT…incident…
Yeah…did I ever mention that one of the multiple reasons I definitely know I'm an Ares child is my temper? My back grows heavy and I feel at it to touch the smooth edges of an AK-47, my personal favorite. I snatch it out and turn, the shape morphing to a long black sword of Imperial Gold mixed with Celestial Bronze (WHAT?). That's when Jade takes her own out and Ashlyn slides Felt, a very ironic name, out, the Imperial Gold and some other metal glistening with the crimson of war. I feel my eyes flash, and it to is the color of war.
"BRING IT!" I scream, charging.
Clarisse soon joins, I guess for the heck of it.
Short, but hey, it's quirky!
