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Ch. 3

I Get Drenched With Toilet Water

Really? Did I really just say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot, I scolded myself. I kept running, until about five feet away from cabin eleven. I slowed down, and fixed my hair, smoothing it back as best as I could. Then I took a deep breath and walked into cabin eleven.

"Annabeth!" Luke smiled and waved. Of course, I had to blush.

"Hey, Luke," I said, still blushing furiously. It was annoying, but I couldn't help it.

"What's up?" He asked. By know everyone's heads in cabin eleven were turned towards our conversation.

"I need a spot ready for a new camper," At that, the whole cabin groaned. Luke just smirked and shook his head at his cabin.

The Hermes cabin was so full, only Luke and a few others actually got to sleep on beds. The rest slept on sleeping bags. Percy would end up sleeping on a sleeping bag, as soon as Luke or one of the other Hermes' kids went and stole him one from the camp store.

"Boy or girl," Luke asked.

"Boy," I responded. Luke walked over to the right side of the cabin and pushed one sleeping bag against the wall and the other one he pushed even closer to the sleeping bag next to it.

"Hey!" Two campers in the back called up to Luke.

"Stop." Luke snapped and I looked at him in surprise. Luke never did that. He was always so calm… He turned back to me, "Thanks Annabeth. You can go now," I didn't leave. "Annabeth?" Luke asked.

"What? Oh, oh right. Bye!" A couple campers snickered when I rushed out the door and headed to cabin six, my moms cabin, Athena. A few campers were in there, but I didn't pay any attention to them. I just grabbed my book and went back to cabin eleven where Percy and Chiron were going to meet me. I sat down on the steps and opened it up. It was in Greek so I could read it faster than I could read English. I had only been reading for about five minutes when Percy and Chiron walked up. I looked up and stared at Percy. He wasn't cute or anything, it was just… his eyes… They were a deep sea green. I had never seen anything like them except for… No, it couldn't be. I had only seen Poseidon with those kind of eyes, but this guy was too much of a fool to ever be a child of the Big Three. He looked at my book and I could tell he was confused. I smirked.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told him, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Percy studied the cabin. He looked at the caduceus and then down at the campers. All the campers were bowing, since Chiron was standing in the doorway. He didn't go in though, since he was too big.

"Well then," Chiron said, "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner." He galloped away towards the archery range.

"Well?" I prompted, "Go on." Of course, he then had to trip over the doorway. The whole cabin, including me, held back laughs. No one said anything though.

I announced, " Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven,"

"Regular or undetermined?" Somebody in the back asked.

I said, "Undetermined," When I said that, everybody groaned.

Luke came forward, "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

"This is Luke," I said, and I started to blush, but Percy looked over and I hardened my expression. Stop. I told myself. "He's your counselor for now,"

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all new comers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

Percy looked at his spot on the floor, then back at the campers. "How long will I be here?" He asked.

"Good question," Luke said, "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

Everyone laughed. Even Luke.

"Come on," I said. "I'll show you the volleyball court,"

"I've already seen it,"

"Come on." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out the door. Once we were a few feet away from I said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "I can't believe I thought you were the one." "What's you problem?" He was getting angry. "All I know is I kill some bull guy-"

"Don't talk like that!" I told him. I was angry now. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

He shook his head. "Look if the thing I fought really was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories…"

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So…"

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"They don't have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form."

"You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword-" I knew he was thinking about the Fury that attacked him.

"The Fur- I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Ms. Dodds?

"You talk in your sleep."

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades torturer's right?"

I glanced nervously at the ground. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" He sounded whiny, and it was making me angry. Who did he think he was? "Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there." He pointed to the Zeus, Hera, and Poseidon cabins and my face paled.

"You don't just choose a cabin Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or… your parent." I stared at him, waiting for him to get it.

"My mom is Sally Jackson," I said. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad.

"He's dead. I never knew him."

I sighed. I had had this conversation so many times it was getting old. "Your father's not dead, Percy."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say-"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about me."

"No?" I raised any eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were out of a lot of them."

"How-"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

He swallowed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read right? That's because you're mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD - you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battle-field reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like… you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're a half-blood."

He just looked at me. I turned and saw Clarisse. Uh-oh. I thought.

Her husky voice yelled out, "Well! A newbie!" She was getting closer.

"Clarisse," I sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something."

"Sure Miss Princess," She said, "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" I said. It was an insult in Greek that meant 'Go to the Crows!' "You don't stand a chance.

"We'll pulverize you." Clarisse said, her eye twitching. She knew she couldn't beat us. She turned toward Percy. "Who's this little runt?"

"Percy Jackson," I said. "Meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

He blinked, "Like… the war god?"

Clarisse sneered, "You got a problem with that?"

"No." He said, recovering. "It explains the bad smell." Oh no. He should not have said that.

Clarisse growled like a wild animal, "We got a little initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse-" I tried to stop her.

"Stay out of it, wise girl."

It took all of my will not to stop her, but I did, and I could tell Percy was glad, but I don't know why. He was about to face the meanest girl at camp, who could be a monster anyway! He handed me his minotaur horn, and got ready for a fight. I didn't know what Clarisse was up to, but I did know it wasn't going to be a fight. She was going to make sure he was the only one embarrassed in this situation. Soon enough though, she had him by his neck and started pulling him along. He kicked and punched but she didn't let go. I followed, watching.

Clarisse dragged him into the girls bathroom. I put my hands over my face and watched through my fingers. Clarisse and her friends were all laughing.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material." Clarisse said. She pushed him towards one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. The Minotaur probably fell over laughing,, he was so stupid looking." All of her friends snickered.

I stood in the corner, silent.

Clarisse pushed him on his knees and started pushing my head towards the toilet bowl. He strained against her push, but I knew he was gonna lose in the end. The something happened. I don't know what he did or thought during that moment, but all I know is water shot out out of the toilet, and made a perfect arc over his head and headed straight for Clarisse. It pushed her into the showers. Her friends rushed to help, but six other toilets exploded, and the showers. One toilet headed for me, but I held my ground. The other girls, plus Clarisse, were washed out the door. As soon as they were gone, everything shut off and Percy was… dry?! I stared at him in shock. He looked down and saw.

"How did you-?" I said.

"I don't know."

We walked to the door where outside Clarisse and her friends were sprawled on the ground in a circle of mud. Her hair was flattened across her face, her jacket was sopping wet, and she smelled like sewage. She gave Percy a look of absolute hate. "You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

He said, "You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth."

Her friends held her back and dragged her back to cabin five.

I stared at Percy. I was pretty upset about being doused with toilet water, but I also was strategizing.

"What?. He demanded. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking, I said, "That I want you on my team for Capture the Flag.