"Why on Gaea did you feel the need to say that?" Yells Annabeth. Hmm, Gaea. Yep, Crazy Girl is crazy.
"I was wondering what the point of him wearing that shirt was."
Annabeth gives me a murderous glare, ten times worse than the one I perfected at Hogwarts. Then she grabs my right arm and pulls me all the way onto the subway car.
"Are you ever actually going to tell me anything?" I ask in exasperation.
"Not with all of these mortals around, wait until we get to the van." Crazy Annabeth replies.
"Oh, sure. I'm going to willingly get in some van with a crazy person I just met, with the van being driven her friends. Well, let me tell you. One, nobody says 'what on Gaea', we aren't ancient Greeks. Two, everyone knows to never get in a van with strangers. Three, I can guarantee you're more human than I am. Four, do you take me for a bloody idiot?" My voice escalated throughout my speech until I was nearly yelling at Crazy.
Crazy just looks at me, her eyes seeming a little less metallic than they did a moment ago. We spend the rest of the ride in an awkward silence. When we arrive at our stop she grabs my hand and leads me a spot by the side of the road.
"There's no one else around, can you explain what's going on now? Also, can I have my stuff back?" I ask in the silence as we wait, I assume, for the van.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I still had these," and she gives me back my wand and my cell phone. I reach for the phone with my right hand, so the weapon is in my more skilled hand. You never know when she'll have another crazy attack.
"Wait, you're lefty?" Annabeth asks.
"Yeah, but I didn't tell you because, you know, you are kind of crazy," I answer, surprised she even noticed.
"Yeah, about that. I should probably start explaining now. So you know all of those gods and goddesses in Greek mythology? They're real. I'm taking you to Camp Half Blood, the safest place for people like us. The children of gods and goddesses.
"The man you called ugly? He's the camp director, Mr. D. Which is short for Dionysus."
"Wait, so I said that to a god?" I mutter nervously.
"Fraid so," she responds solemnly.
"And Chiron?"
"The one and only. So Cat, if you haven't guessed, you're a demigod," she stops to let that sink in.
I sigh, and continue without thinking,"I figured. It's just, Dad always said Mum was a witch, like me. To find out she's some mysterious goddess instead..."
Annabeth looks at me curiously, "What do you mean a witch?"
Just then, a white van pulls up. On the side it reads Delphi Strawberry Farms. Annabeth pulls me in the back before I can see the driver. She says nothing, but I can see the gears turning in her mind as she ponders what I've said.