A REALLY IMPORTANT THING!
LEO IS ALIVE!
IT WILL BE DISCLOSED LATER EXACTLY HOW HE IS BUT HE IS OKAY?
Title Of The Story: Generations Merged : Reading The Lightning Thief
Series This Work Belongs To: Generations Merged
Fandom: Percy Jackson
Time Setting: Next Generation, 2033
Characters From The Books: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace, Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Chiron, Will Solace, Stolls, and other campers, depending on who I think should have the honor of being mentioned in this story.
Original Characters: Anthony Frederick Jackson, Krysiela Sally Jackson, Hayden Travis Stoll(mentioned), Skylar Lukas Grace(mentioned), Samuel Confianz Valdez(mentioned), Emily Mariah Zhang(mentioned), Jessica Thalia Grace(mentioned) - from 2033
Evangeline di Angelo née McCartney(daughter of Apollo), Isabella Andrews(daughter of Hermes) - from 2013
Summary:
The Jacksons are known for creating problems. Trouble loves them. And it seems, that even though her children are very smart, even Annabeth Jackson cannot prevent them from getting themselves into trouble.
It was all Krysiela's fault. If she hadn't snooped around in his room, they wouldn't have to clean the attic. And if they hadn't been cleaning the attic, they wouldn't have found the books. And they wouldn't have opened the first one.
Why did Anthony ever, ever, trust her to be right? Now all because of her they had ended up in this crappy place of the past. Okay... it was his fault also. Being the older one of the two, it was his duty to keep her in track. (And in the background said girl is screaming, 'I'm just younger by two minutes, god dammit!').
But, here they are, in the past, reading about their father's escapades, having no clue as to how to get back. Only time will tell...
Disclaimer: All characters (other than my own) belong to Rick Riordan, and all mythological figures belong to the Greek people (actually gods don't belong to anyone). No money is made from this work. Nothing at all, except for money in the form of reviews, review-ers, favourite-ers, and followers.
Author's Note:
Well this is horribly late in a horrible time lag-ish fashion. It's been six months (WTH?!). And I'm really sorry for the delay. I had made all my notes in my book in June only but just didn't have the time to type it up. :(
Due to that awesome person opening my eyes to the horrible truth of fish escaping, I have to post this. Oh yes, I just mentioned that.
WARNING: Mention of homosexuality and teacher student relationship (just a line).
This chapter is dedicated to Bell loves books. You're sweet :)
GENERATIONS MERGED
Reading The Lightning Thief
Chapter 3: Those Deadly Fruit Stands
Chapter 2- THREE OLD LADIES KNIT THE SOCKS OF DEATH
"They're Nico's nannies!" Leo smiled brightly.
"Shut up man, we can talk about this shit later." Pollux groaned.
"Thank you Marlens" Isabella sighed, prompting cat calls. The poor son of Dionysus could only blush.
I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle.
"All day every day is a hallucination,
We hallucinate,
24/Seven" Yep, guessed it. Will.
For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me.
"No, we magical shits were playing the trick." Grover deadpanned.
"Uh, only a particular magical pony." Percy coughed.
The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr - a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip - had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
"Actually, since before Christmas."
"How?" Hazel questioned.
"Forget it." said Annabeth.
Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.
It got so I almost believed them - Mrs. Dodds had never existed.
Almost.
"Thank the gods. At least you weren't thinking you were going bon-kerr-s" Leo said, nodding his head sagely.
But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.
Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum.
"'But what?' went through Detective Hol- Jackson's brain." Leo quipped.
"Oh Leo, I knew you were a fangirl!" Rachel cooed teasingly.
"Shut up! I'm a fanboy." Realizing what he had said, Leo clapped a hand over his mouth and stuttered out, "I-I- I mean- I'm not- I'm not a fan!"
At Jason's snickering, the son of Hephaestus flushed, "Dammit Jay, I'm not!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, bro."
"All of you, shut up." Piper glared.
I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.
The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
"That was even scarier than a quest. Knowing that Zeus and Poseidon were fighting a war which could result in the total destruction of humanity. Or even nature." Grover shuddered.
"Dude, honestly? You're more concerned with nature than us amazing sons of Hermes?"
I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs.
"Great." Clarisse deadpanned.
I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.
"Greater still."
"Hey, listen Cabin 6 smartasses- 'I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class'. What do you have to say?"
"No comments, Annabeth."
Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.
"What does it mean?"
"Dionysus."
"What?"
"Old drunk."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"But Percy, what if it meant, 'I'm gay for you'?"
"... That's pretty much the best scenario I could see Kelp Head in." Thalia snorted. "And by the way, student-teacher relationships are frowned upon."
The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.
"I am hereby officially declaring you to be unfit to receive an invitation to come to this hell hole next year." Clarisse mimicked with a flourish of her hand.
Fine, I told myself. Just fine.
I was homesick.
I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.
And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees.
"You actually care about nature?" Katie asked.
"Well, Katie, nature includes water."
"Yeah but... that actually sounds beautiful."
"And?" Percy cocked his head to the side.
"You're a guy..." the daughter of Demeter said, hesitatingly.
"Well yes, Katie dear" Travis butted in, "But, he's a gay guy!"
I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survive next year without me.
"Should I get pissed or emotional? Okay, I'm pissed. Nah. I'd go with emotional."
I'd miss Latin class, too - Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.
"You've done better than any hero has ever done." Chiron smiled, pride evident in his eyes.
"Correction- he did much better than even a god could do." Annabeth rationalized.
"Eh, you guys are embarrassing me." Percy sheepishly scratched his neck.
As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr. Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.
"Good." Thalia said, "But I still can't understand how you lived with such a big secret. How you were able to convince yourself that it was all just a dream..."
"The human mind is a very powerful thing," Malcolm nodded.
The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room.
"Again, no comments from you Annabeth." Said girl looked pained at the mention of such a degradation of books.
Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.
"Funny how he knew the language of the Romans before he knew that of the Greeks." mused Piper.
"No, it's not like that. It's just that he never had a chance to read Greek and that's why he didn't know that he knew Greek. and because he had to read Latin, he knew it. Get it?" Alexander, a son of Athena, explained.
"Er, not really... Oh yeah, I get it!"
I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.
"Gred, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" A devious smile spread over the face of one of the Stolls.
"Oh Feorgie, of course I am!" chimed the other brother.
"Shut up, Conris. I'm interested in knowing what happens next." Isabella Andrews rolled her eyes.
I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.
"No way man, it's waaay more. Probably three or more thousand!" Frank argued.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.
I'd never asked a teacher for help before.
"That's what they're there for, Percy" Miranda sighed.
"Well how about I tell you that I'm very unlucky in the teacher department. They are either hateful humans, or hungry monsters" Percy snorted. "No really, even if I asked, I'm pretty sure that most would just look at me as if I'm something at the bottom of their shoe."
Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.
"Awwww" cooed half the girls, Annabeth glaring at them.
I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.
I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said "... worried about Percy, sir."
I froze.
I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.
"We playin' Truth And Dare now?" Will asked in a bored voice.
I inched closer.
"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too - "
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."
"So you will be waiting forever."
"Yeah, good luck with that!"
"But he may not have summer solstice deadline - "
"Yes! He may not have time because Cochroachonus the titan is totally against him!" Leo shouted, pumping his fist in the air.
"Cockroachonus, Leo, really?" Thalia groaned.
"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Percy, you ignorant child." Chris tutted, shaking his head.
"Sir, he saw her..."
"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."
"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
Thalia stared at the ground, her hair covering her eyes. Her closest friends did not comment on the glistening look of them.
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall - "
The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.
Mr. Brunner went silent.
My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.
A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.
I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.
A few seconds later I heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside my door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.
"Oh wow, dad. One good thing from this whole time travel disaster is that everyone will know what a dork you are!" Krysiela snarked.
A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.
I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.
Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.
Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.
"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"
I didn't answer.
"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"
"Just... tired."
I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.
"Could read your emotions though. You seemed really worried."
I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.
But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back.
"You make it sound so weird," Nico drawled.
They thought I was in some kind of danger.
The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.
For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.
"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."
His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.
"I say it again- female dog. She fucking insane."
"Language, Clarisse!" came the high pitched comment from a corner.
Some people snorted.
I mumbled, "Okay, sir."
"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."
My eyes stung.
Here was my favorite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.
"Oh Percy, child, I did not mean it like that." Chiron sighed, shaking his head sadly.
"Right," I said, trembling.
"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be - "
"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me."
"Percy - "
But I was already gone.
On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.
The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.
"Excuse me?! Compared to you, they are from families of nobodies." Drew fumed, clearly misunderstanding the statement.
They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.
What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.
"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."
They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.
"Stupid asses, with only money to boast about!"
The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.
"Yeah yeah, such a coincidence!" Clarisse rolled her eyes.
"And they would be together for a long, long time after that." Leo said theatrically, making his voice annoyingly low.
During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd always assumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.
"Er, dude," Jake said, "Just because you're not in school doesn't mean you can't get bullied..."
Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
"So sit it!" Austin quipped, flipping his hair sassily.
"Gay boy" someone muttered under their breath.
"Oi, man! I'm straighter than you!"
"Hey guys," Rachel said, "Can we not discuss your sexuality and just pay attention to Piper?" She gestured to the daughter of Aphrodite, who looked as if she was going to blow her top. Huffing, she continued.
I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"
"..."
"What the hell dude?! What is wrong with you?!" Thalia glared, ready to defend the satyr.
"It's okay Thalia," Grover soothed, "Though I must say, you nearly gave me a heart attack that time Perce." he smiled.
Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha - what do you mean?"
I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.
"Nooo!" One of the Stolls threw a hand over his eyes. "You should never confess to such a thing! I thought we had taught you well!"
"This was before he knew you, dimwits."
Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"
"Oh ... not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?"
He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."
"Grover - "
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."
"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."
"Percy, you really need to lose that straightforwardness." a son of Hecate sighed.
"No, what he needs is to have a filter so that he doesn't say the first thing that comes to mind, smarty!" his sister argued.
His ears turned pink.
From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.
The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes, but I finally made out something like:
Grover Underwood
Keeper
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
(800) 009-0009
"What's Half - "
"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."
My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.
"Why? Because of his appearance?! Because he-"
"No! it's because he didn't have that rich boy attitude!"
Juniper relaxed.
"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."
He nodded. "Or ... or if you need me."
"Why would I need you?"
"Harsh, harsh, harsh." Will sang, "Oooh, burrrrrrrrnnnnnn. Burn, burn, burnnnn~~~!"
It came out harsher than I meant it to.
Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I - I kind of have to protect you."
"You expect him to believe that after he's been led to believe the opposite all this time?"
I stared at him.
All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year without me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.
"Y-you lost sleep over me?" came the tear saturated voice of a satyr.
"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting me from?"
"Axe maniacs."
There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs.
"Huevos podridos." Leo nodded his head smartly.
"Sulphur." Annabeth shot back.
The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.
After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.
We were on a stretch of country road - no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.
"Seriously, you notice things like fruit stands?" Krysiela asked, incredulously.
"It was hard to overlook in a place with scarcely anything." Percy defended.
"Yeah, ah Perce look at that fruit stand! Ah, Perce look at that fruit stand, ah, Perce look at that fruit stand, i-it's got fruits!" Connor cheered at Leo's parody. Miranda slapped him.
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of blood red cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.
I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks.
"Um, obviously, socks would clearly be socks..." Anthony said, trailing off.
The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.
All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.
Cabin 10 people shuddered.
"Beautiful description," Taylor praised sarcastically.
"Okay. Why do you always make such comparisons? I really need to know." Hazel said.
"No idea." Percy shrugged.
"Actually, Grandpa Paul used to be an English teacher. It's a coincidence. I don't know how that matters, but I felt like pointing it out." Anthony laughed, scratching his head.
The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.
"Everybody stops and they starin' at me!"
I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.
"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man - "
"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"
"Nope!" Leo... giggled?!... popping the 'p'.
"Yes. Yes, Percy, Grover took you sock shopping." Thalia deadpanned, after cuffing the Latino behind the ear.
"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."
The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors - gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.
"Grover couldn't believe his eyes. Here he was, in a predicament millions would kill to be in. He had witnessed- the rising of- drum roll- THE GOLDEN SCISSORS!" Leo screamed out, as daughters of Aphrodite shrieked, rubbing their ears. Piper rolled her eyes. Her sisters really needed to stop being drama queens.
"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."
"That won't make them stop." Rachel said, "'Cause they can't stop. And they won't stop. This is their yarn, these are their scissors." At people's surprised look, she added, "What, you didn't think I can say stuff like that?"
"No Rach," Thalia shook her head, "We thought you were mature enough to not do that. Clearly we were wrong." She wiped away an imaginary tear.
"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."
"Wouldn't the metal have melted?"
"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.
Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic. Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for - Sasquatch or Godzilla.
"They were for neither. They were for Sam Winchester!" Kayla declared.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Thalia roared, "Frigging guy couldn't do that earlier?!"
The passengers cheered.
"...At Ms. Thalia's spectacular bellow." Leo said, then squeaked as Thalia turned to him.
"Valdez, I'll spare you for now. At least you said 'Thalia' instead of... that." She shuddered with disgust.
"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.
Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.
"Grover?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you not telling me?"
He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"
"Much, much worse. If Mrs. Dodds is a preschooler, then these three are high school-ers. Like, the head girls or something." Nico said, expression unreadable. Basically, his everyday expression.
"Hey, you're smart..." Evangeline said, with something akin to awe, "Though I have no idea what you're talking about." and then she turned to Percy, "I need to know something. How can you see ladies at a fruit stand. Don't you see fruits?"
People could only stare, mouth open. Because come on, it was a legitimate question!
His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."
He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost - older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."
"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.
"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."
"What last time?"
"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."
"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"
"Or rather, who. He said they, not it."
"Actually, they is the plural of it, Aussie." Malcolm corrected his friend, who grumbled petulantly.
"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."
"Ooookay... Watch out Anna," Thalia joked.
This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.
"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.
No answer.
"Grover - that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"
He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.
"Leave that to the Demeter kids."
"Those deadly fruit stands..." Leo said, with a plotting smile, "They can be quite helpful..."
Clarisse sighed, snatching the book out of Chris's hand, who had stolen it from Piper.
TRIVIA/REFERENCES:
'All day every day is a hallucination, we hallucinate 24/Seven' - A parody of 24/Seven by Big Time Rush. Amazing.
Gred & Feorgie- George and Fred.
"Ah, Percy look at that stand" - A parody of Sexy And I Know It
"'Cause they can't stop. And they won't stop. This is their yarn, these are their scissors" - Parody of We Can't Stop
"Everybody stops and they starin' at me!" - lyrics from Sexy And I Know It
Hello my loves, I'm sorry for being so late with this.
I beg for your forgiveness.
Next chapter will be available soon, hopefully.
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