Okay, so my sister (fanfiction username Aguilita Cruz) has been writing a story, and it's pretty good, according to the reviews. But she told me what's going to happen next and how it'll all end, and she has a really, really dark mind. Just sayin'.
Gym. Or should I say, Physical Education. Here at Goode, we can't call it gym, for some reason. Who knows why?
Anyway, Annabeth is in this class too. She looks AMAZING in a gym outfit! Me? It makes me look even thinner than I really am. And that's really thin.
Annabeth just came out of the girl's locker room. "Hey, Percy, what are we playing today?"
I shrug. "Hope it's not dodge ball."
The gym teacher, Coach Dinami, scares the living crap out of me, so I really try to avoid him. He's only five feet, but it took me half a year to notice that fact because his attitude makes him seem taller. Then when he starts yelling at us to hurry up and run 8 laps in ancient Greek, now that's when others begin to fear him, too. Apparently, he used to be a fisherman in Milos Island. All of us seriously doubt it. Maybe he was a butcher. Yeesh, now I'm scaring myself.
"It's dodge ball time, ladies!"
Darn it, I hate you, Lady Luck.
"Split into two teams, and let's begin!"
Lady Luck is definitely bipolar today, because Annabeth joins my team. I gulp really loudly, and she asks me if I'm ok. I want to lie and say yes, but I answer truthfully.
"I'm not." It's just that Clarisse is in this class too, on the other team, and she's making neck-slashing motions at me. What did I ever do to deserve this?
Annabeth says "Try not to get out in the first fifteen seconds, okay? Because you always do."
Okay, she didn't say that last part, but I'm pretty sure she thought it.
What can I say in my defense? I have good dodging skills, but Clarisse is always out for my blood, and her aim is deadly.
This time, though, I'll try to last longer. Maybe… twenty seconds more this time? Or is that too far out of reach? Maybe I can handle that. Coach D blows the whistle, signaling the start of the game.
Annabeth starts dodging instantly, and I do what she does. She usually makes it to the end of the game, leading her team to victory, so it doesn't really hurt to imitate what she does.
Ok, it's been 17 seconds. I'm still not out. I can do this! I can! This is the perfect moment.
"Annabeth! I need to tell you something!" I yell over the sounds of people getting smacked in the face by a bloodthirsty monster, aka Clarisse.
"Right now?" she asks. "Ok, I'm coming!" She smoothly dodges a ball thrown by the opposition.
"Umm… listen, Annabeth, I really, really-"
THWACK! I'm on the floor before I realize what even happened. I have no idea what the Hades just happened. That is, until I hear Clarisse.
"Haha! The Jackson loser, knocked OOOUUUT! Bahahahaha!"
Ugh! What weirdo takes this game so seriously? She threw that dang ball hard! It's like a freaking cannonball was shot at my skull. I can barely see Annabeth leaning over me, trying to see if I'm dead or not. Oh, man, I'm not bleeding on her shoes, am I?
"Ah! Are you okay, Percy?"
No. "Yeah, yeah."
She sighs. In relief? "I hate that girl. Who takes dodge ball that seriously?"
"My thoughts exactly," I say. I try to smile, but my face hurts way too much. I also think I may have lost some teeth, and I spare Annabeth the fugly sight.
"So, what were you going to tell me?"
Panic! Panic! Commence chickening out! "I was going to say….I really, really hate dodge ball."
She playfully punches my shoulder. Ouchers.
"I know you do. Let's go to the nurse, I think your nose is beginning to bleed."
Hmmm. Maybe in third period I'll be more successful.
