Onto another amazing chapter of Second Chance.
This one involves much weirdness, but that is typical of someone like me.
Anyways I really hope you like it!
Oh and I messed up in the last chapter hazel said fifth cohort, but Amy is from the fourth.
Just thought I'd clear that up. I'll get around to fixing it eventually.
Sorry it took me so long. I went on vacation, wrote more to my original story on fiction press (I have the same username if you want to check it out), and then my cousin visited from out of state.
Also I'm going to be honest and say I got obsessed with National treasure. So anytime I was on Fan fiction was used by reading random fics about Riley.
And then I accidentally read a Briley fic that wasn't labeled as slash. Son now I'm pretty well scarred for life.
Lastly, an anonymous reviewer made a good point. Everyone does seem to assume Annabeth is the seventh. I only wrote it this way because it is widely accepted, and I don't see who else it would be. I didn't want to get yelled at by anybody for not making it Annabeth. Thanks for your review!
Chapter 7
Leo's Pov
I looked at the book in my hands. It had some fancy cursive lettering on the front, so I didn't bother trying to decipher it. It was a maroon hardcover probably about two hundred pages. In other words it was a pretty big book. Well, bigger than any book I've ever read.
I walked over to the area where the first four cohorts were; the fifth was built separate, because they were seen as less important. We were closer to the mess hall though, so it wasn't all bad. I figured I might as well take care of this before I forgot. I walked over to what I thought was the forth cohort. Several kids were walking around outside. I walked up to one that looked a friendly. It was a girl with strawberry blond hair and freckles.
"Do you know Amy?" I asked her. She nodded.
"Amy Green, Aimee Jones, Ami Smith, Ayme Gonzalez, Aimee-," I cut her off.
"The one in the fourth cohort." I said. She nodded.
"Amy Green, Ami Smith, Amy Cordotta, Aimee Scott, Ayme-," I held up a hand for her to stop talking. I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and asked a nearby kid for a pencil. I looked back up a t the girl.
"Ok go ahead. I'm ready now."
Later
"So this isn't your book?"
"Uh uh."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes….."
"Ok well, see you later." I waved my fingers as the sixth wierded out Amy gave me an odd look and left. Obviously the book didn't belong to Aimee Xixa. Xixa was such a cool last name. It had two Xs and everything!
I reminded my distracted mind once again what I was doing. I looked down at the three remaining names on my list. Amy Clover, Aimee Daines, and Ami Cacciatore. Hmmm. I still couldn't remember how to pronounce the last one. Whatever it was reminded me of chicken. I had to have the random girl (Whose name is Anna) write it down for me because I had no idea how to spell it. My dyslexia doesn't help anything.
I walked over to the infirmary, where I heard Clover worked as a nurse or something like that. I had one of the other kids there tell me where she was. I walked over to where she was bandaging a boy's arm. He couldn't have been any older than twelve. She finished and the boy mouthed a quiet thank you before walking away.
"Um hello, Amy?" she looked at me.
"Is this your book?" she looked at the object in my hand and shook her head.
I sighed and walked away.
Even later
I walked away from Aimee Daines feeling rejected. She was a bit of a tomboy who was not one to be bothered. Getting trampled by her friends had not been fun. Looks like I had found the roman version of Clarisse.
I walked away towards someone that might know where the only Ami left on my list might be. I walked over to a girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes.
"Do you happen to know where Ami Cacciatore is? From the fourth cohort?" she nodded and pointed over towards the archery range. I thanked her and left to finally go return the book to its owner. I am never doing a favor like this again.
I made it there to see a girl with long brown hair hit three bullseyes in a row. She turned and looked at me and I waved. I saw a hint of annoyance in her grey eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked me, her tone sharp and impatient. I held out the book and she took it and opened it to look at the inside cover and I felt like slamming my head against the wall.
"Thanks," she said putting the book down next to a small pile of belongings I assumed were hers. She picked up her bow and continued shooting. Oh and why did I feel so miserable? Because written on the inside cover in clear print was the words 'this book belongs to Ami Cacciatore'. Figures.
It was late now, and I was hungry after all my hard work. I saw several other kids heading towards the mess hall, so I figured it was soon enough to go. I sat down at a table with Hazel and Frank. Hazel smiled at me.
"So did you return that book?"
"Yes. Yes, I did."
So what did you think of Leo's little adventure? Pretty amazing right? Please review! It will make me happy! Oh and if you have any ideas let me know. I only have a basic plot and my head and any random adventure is cool!