Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Drama4lifexoxo, I did change my penname! I didn't like my last one as much. Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Nina
After that little incident that happened in the morning, I decided to stay in bed all day, because I felt weak and nauseous the whole day. Amber brought me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk for lunch, but I could barely keep it down and had to take some Pepto Bismol to help settle my stomach.
Fabian stayed with me the whole day, entertaining me. He played cards with me, played Coldplay lyric videos on my laptop (I had an obsession with 'Paradise') and kept my mind off of Horus and the screwy problems that were going on in my life.
I must've slipped into a doze, because I shot up as soon as Amber screamed, "FABINA, IT'S TIME FOR SUPPER!" Fabian smiled at my shocked expression, and gently placed his hand on mine. "Trudy said that she'd take some chicken noodle soup up to you if you felt too sick to go down." I nodded, but said, "I'd rather head down. I don't want to be up here alone." He smiled, and helped me out of bed.
I almost swooned, but managed to stay awake as I wobbled over to my robe. Fabian came to help me, but I held up a finger, and wrapped my robe around my shoulders without bothering to slip my arms through the armholes.
I allowed Fabian to guide me by the small of my back out into the hall, and down the steps. Slowly but steady, we made our way to the dining room, where everyone was talking and giggling. Annabeth and Percy looked slightly out of place, talking quietly to each other, not bothering to pretend to like the others.
"Nina! You're down," Trudy exclaimed, setting a bowl of salad and a stack of china plates on the table. "Yeah, I didn't want to miss out on any news," I said weakly. "Well, I have your soup boiling in the kitchen. It should be done soon…" As if on cue, the sound of hissing and steam rose up. Trudy muttered something unintelligible, and hurried to the stove.
I sat down carefully in my thankfully empty seat, and Fabian followed suit. "So Nina, how are you doing?" Patricia asked, scooping lettuce leaves onto her plate. "Not so hot," I said honestly, staring nauseously at the putrid green leaves that Patricia pushed into her mouth. "Hey, so I noticed something really weird this morning," Jerome whispered lowly so that Trudy wouldn't hear. "There was a steak knife lodged in the wall! Do you think old Vickie got angry because of us 'meddling kids'?" Almost everyone laughed, but I exchanged a look with Fabian.
Luckily, Trudy came in with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup, so that nobody could say any more on the matter. She placed it in front of me, along with a spoon, and felt my forehead. Clucking her tongue, she said, "No fever. Must be some kind of stomach bug. Do you need anything, dearie?" I shook my head, and Trudy retreated to the kitchen to check on the chicken and catch up on her copy of People magazine.
Before the conversation could pick up where it left off, 'Love Song' by Selena Gomez started blaring next to me. (I personally don't like Selena Gomez's voice, but it seems like something Amber would like.) Amber sighed, and glanced at the Caller ID. After she saw it, she hit 'Ignore Call' and stuffed some cucumbers in her mouth.
"What was that about?" Mara asked, confused. Amber swallowed loudly, and said, "My dad calling about his new girlfriend. He wants me to meet her, but what's the point if I've never even met my real mum?" Annabeth bit her lip, staring at Amber. "Ah, my mum did the same thing. Would it kill her to pick up a phone and call?" Mick asked angrily.
"You think a mum leaving you is bad? What about when your mum gets remarried to a retard that lands in prison, when your bio dad just left you on the streets?" Jerome pointed out. "Yeah, dads leaving sucks worse than mums leaving. My dad left us when we were babies," Patricia muttered. "My mum left when I was born," Fabian blurted out, then covered his mouth. "Same here," Mara said glumly. "My dad left," Alfie said to no one in particular. "My mum left," Joy whispered.
Annabeth shakily stood up. "You…all have a parent missing?" she asked nervously. We nodded. "Percy, show them," she whispered. "What-" "SHOW THEM!" she snapped. He brought out a pen, the same pen he was fooling with the first night we met them. Fabian sucked in a deep breath, and I realized that it was the pen that had supposedly turned into a sword. Jerome had tensed up, too.
Percy uncapped the pen, but instead of a metallic pen point showing, a bronze sword grew out of it. Joy, alarmed, yelped and hid behind Mick, who had grabbed a chair and was preparing to throw it at Fabian. Patricia just stared at it with fascination and a scary hunger, and Mara was hiding in Jerome's grasp, shivering.
I just stood there, knowing what would happen. Fabian had gripped my shoulders, but when he realized that I wasn't scared, he awkwardly tried to turn it into a shoulder-rubbing session. Amber had locked eyes with Alfie, and mouthed If he comes near me, HELP ME! And Alfie had rushed to Amber's side after she mouthed that. Eddie muttered 'cool' and let Patricia use him as a headrest as she waited for somebody to do something.
Percy was the first one to move. He capped the 'pen' which had shrunk as soon as he touched the cap of the pen to the sword tip. He put it in his pocket, and muttered; "Now we're in trouble." Annabeth nodded slightly. "We have to get them to Camp Half-Blood."
